<?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-678842085987056042</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:17:46.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyelle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2133429187841868244</id><published>2011-07-05T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:58:23.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draw your blade across my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;drink&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;consume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;let an&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;consume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; let&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt; consume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW-TvtH3Y4/ThLsN8NWMYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/voLXyqZRaLc/s1600/walking_away_by_etoile061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625818608783733122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW-TvtH3Y4/ThLsN8NWMYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/voLXyqZRaLc/s400/walking_away_by_etoile061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2133429187841868244?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2133429187841868244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2133429187841868244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2133429187841868244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2133429187841868244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/sangue.html' title='Sangue'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GW-TvtH3Y4/ThLsN8NWMYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/voLXyqZRaLc/s72-c/walking_away_by_etoile061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6106801294533423111</id><published>2011-05-04T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:12:16.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCRPC9KyQfo/TcFrVM2ypGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kl6afX92eXw/s1600/TOP%2Bbigbang.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCRPC9KyQfo/TcFrVM2ypGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kl6afX92eXw/s400/TOP%2Bbigbang.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602877423398069346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been addicted to K-POP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINee, MBLAQ, BigBang, K.Will, G.D.&amp; TOP, &amp; C.N.Blue. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even when a girl has an impassive face, she could be going "KYYYARRGH" within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can sing + dance + smoulder = *gal's mental state* : hahahahahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close proximity does that too. Works even better than coffee to keep Hypnos away... for awhile. LOL. Especially when given a double dose = Double Silent Kyaahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, always be careful how you touch someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the simplest, lightest contact can lead to brain-freeze. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ...kyaaah. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6106801294533423111?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6106801294533423111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6106801294533423111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6106801294533423111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6106801294533423111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/chin.html' title='Chin'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCRPC9KyQfo/TcFrVM2ypGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kl6afX92eXw/s72-c/TOP%2Bbigbang.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2556713265218188178</id><published>2011-03-06T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:54:31.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Random MEME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically...&lt;br /&gt;a. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their journal and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.&lt;br /&gt;b. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here goes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a list of 5 things that are in reach: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laptop mouse pen paper headphones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the most and least colour in your wardrobe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most: black    Least: orange &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is one item of clothing you wish you could always wear? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who's your childhood influence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;books. was hooked on Nancy Drew for awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you listening to right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stjepan Hauser and Luka Sulic playing Smooth Criminal on cellos. They're &lt;strong&gt;wicked&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coffee, for now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What random song just popped in your head now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After Midnight - Yuna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What did you do today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;went to Sydney, did things, came back, procrastinated, did actual work, returned to procratinating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last text message you received &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend telling me our deadline's tomorrow and she hasn't started either. And that she's going to die tonight (finishing it). Well, she won't die alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What websites do you always visit when you go online? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FB, my uni's website(to chase assignments), email,...&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your next big planned purchase? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not anytime soon...? I have no idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you could afford to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Japan. With a stopover in M'sia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where's your tattoo/Where would you like a tattoo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you doing this weekend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What weekend? D: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;violin and piano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's the one thing you need the most now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a creeper? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I'm a stalker. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your dream job? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something that gives me satisfaction, money and which I can drop at any moment's notice and still be there when I come back when I want to. So far, in the path I'm on, it's kinda one over three. And even that one wavers a bit. =_="&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a random meme. I only did it for a break in my assignment. Do it if you want to~ XD&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2556713265218188178?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2556713265218188178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2556713265218188178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2556713265218188178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2556713265218188178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-meme-basically.html' title=''/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-9081994715921368064</id><published>2011-03-03T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:15:47.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akai</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why is it that when you have that red shirt on, we never spend time together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-9081994715921368064?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9081994715921368064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=9081994715921368064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/9081994715921368064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/9081994715921368064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/akai.html' title='Akai'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8872464358494833376</id><published>2011-02-16T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:30:35.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlObYg9qQW4/TVu0OTe4BwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/tislZwhz7fs/s1600/ice-cream-cones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlObYg9qQW4/TVu0OTe4BwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/tislZwhz7fs/s400/ice-cream-cones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574247121642063618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a freebie today~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQ2kl9PNzxE/TVu0Rkshd8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/1IJxTnv4k_w/s1600/ice_cream_sandwich_on_a_stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQ2kl9PNzxE/TVu0Rkshd8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/1IJxTnv4k_w/s400/ice_cream_sandwich_on_a_stick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574247177802315714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankies~ ♥♥ *yays*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8872464358494833376?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8872464358494833376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8872464358494833376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8872464358494833376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8872464358494833376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream~'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlObYg9qQW4/TVu0OTe4BwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/tislZwhz7fs/s72-c/ice-cream-cones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2913315937896708722</id><published>2011-02-15T15:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:32:07.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIcf_FDVQPY/TVouENGkdLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BQDO7_9wVjM/s1600/ca49b3c50b23e252907356de9de651631226641537_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIcf_FDVQPY/TVouENGkdLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BQDO7_9wVjM/s400/ca49b3c50b23e252907356de9de651631226641537_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573818138595980466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalaith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalaith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalaith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you let me listen to more than that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;nîn lalaith&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....oh, &lt;em&gt;nîn lalaith&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........oh, &lt;em&gt;nîn lalaith&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and to that question, hell yeah, of course! lol~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2913315937896708722?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2913315937896708722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2913315937896708722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2913315937896708722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2913315937896708722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIcf_FDVQPY/TVouENGkdLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BQDO7_9wVjM/s72-c/ca49b3c50b23e252907356de9de651631226641537_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3433533362381947860</id><published>2011-02-10T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:24:56.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVO6e9EiZMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yWEgFTIxvbI/s1600/820f4f08e1cc90_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVO6e9EiZMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yWEgFTIxvbI/s400/820f4f08e1cc90_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572002204939871426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel today~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the better days~~ Wasn't too slow in the mornings, got to &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; some stuff, and had a nice, no-pressure ending to the day (Thanks, Dr. Ivan~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVO7Oj90OVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vpc1weVMFpU/s1600/pressconf04qd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVO7Oj90OVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vpc1weVMFpU/s400/pressconf04qd4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572003022834514258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some doctors really &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; look like this. XD *yay life♥*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my goal is to locate &lt;strong&gt;moar&lt;/strong&gt;~♥. They're even better if they're charming, smart, &lt;em&gt;cheerful&lt;/em&gt; &amp; eager to teach you~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and study as well, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I call myself a girl if I can't &lt;em&gt;multi-task&lt;/em&gt;? XD XD ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3433533362381947860?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3433533362381947860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3433533362381947860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3433533362381947860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3433533362381947860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/clear-skies.html' title='Clear Skies'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVO6e9EiZMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yWEgFTIxvbI/s72-c/820f4f08e1cc90_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3080923498942899521</id><published>2011-02-09T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:42:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Clouds</title><content type='html'>Feel quite apathetic now. A lil' dejected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was dull &amp; slow compared to yesterday. I feel like we accomplished more yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do more. I want to see more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to come off as overzealous. Maybe I care too much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit washed out near the evenings. But still wanna do more, accomplish more. 'Cause I feel like an insect, a ghost when consultations/discussions/procedures happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant. &lt;em&gt;Stupid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; wasn't very cheerful today. I was counting on his cheerfulness for an 'energy' boost. An inspiration, to end a lagging day. Ah, well. He did have a nice red shirt on. Suits him. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't let such things affect me so. I gotta be more 'independent'. I gotta read up. I gotta &lt;em&gt;liveeatbreathe&lt;/em&gt; at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so... lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm yearning for my &lt;em&gt;ashke&lt;/em&gt;. Or &lt;strong&gt;an&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ashke&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm burning out. And it's not even Friday yet, goddammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVJDJ-EFpSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/92e-PqwCneQ/s1600/full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVJDJ-EFpSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/92e-PqwCneQ/s400/full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571589527568753954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hanged Man&lt;/em&gt;. That's what I feel like now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspended&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Stilled&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can break out of this mood. I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;have to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now... I shall go, sit, ponder and listen to One Republic's &lt;em&gt;Goodbye Apathy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for awhile, ...just for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3080923498942899521?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3080923498942899521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3080923498942899521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3080923498942899521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3080923498942899521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-clouds.html' title='Black Clouds'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TVJDJ-EFpSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/92e-PqwCneQ/s72-c/full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-244223436388921174</id><published>2011-02-04T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:51:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TUuR_Yf-KWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9hAL9raLOng/s1600/Sugar_2xmacro%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TUuR_Yf-KWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9hAL9raLOng/s400/Sugar_2xmacro%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569705882268084578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of Endo ended. It's mainly DMs, DMs, &amp; more DMs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team is really nice; both Registrars &amp; the Resident. The consultants who I've met are cool too; one's really laidback. &lt;em&gt;*stamp of approval*&lt;/em&gt; Lol, he's already charmed my partner. XD  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new eyecandy~ He's so &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;~ &gt;w&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch your &lt;em&gt;sugars&lt;/em&gt;! XD &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-244223436388921174?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/244223436388921174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=244223436388921174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/244223436388921174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/244223436388921174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/hormones.html' title='Hormones'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/TUuR_Yf-KWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9hAL9raLOng/s72-c/Sugar_2xmacro%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1379775491097717658</id><published>2010-08-29T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:11:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherries</title><content type='html'>28th was a day for a few of 'first-times'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them involved spirits. No, I didn't get drunk. Actually a bit light-headed, with a slightly burning upper lip, but other than that, I had my First One-Shot Whiskeys &amp; my First Drinking Game (I got off easy; the other players knew I was a newbie &amp; looked out for me). Haha, happened at a friend's farewell party at another friend's house. Got a ride home from a sober driver, so don't worry. :) Am typing and did my laundry already. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is Hinamori Momo. Went to Taylor's Asaban; it's not fair they get a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lakeside&lt;/span&gt; campus. Damn nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Mantoux test came back negative. LOL. I'm confirmed TB-free; here I come Down Under~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. I'm tired and the connection isn't very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Overall a good day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1379775491097717658?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1379775491097717658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1379775491097717658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1379775491097717658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1379775491097717658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/cherries.html' title='Cherries'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1438690043187789202</id><published>2010-05-20T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:45:42.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrain</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what tongue-tied and hyper-ventilating and heart leaping outta your chest means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing to lose your words like that, but... what happened next was ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;////&lt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;askjdgwalsrjkwghaelkfjsdbnaljfgasldjkfghasldkfuyavlbgiufweya;irjhawcvilervwaervwe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...won't get no sleep tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for tomorrow, かなり~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1438690043187789202?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1438690043187789202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1438690043187789202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1438690043187789202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1438690043187789202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/scatterbrain.html' title='Scatterbrain'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-406164595005402237</id><published>2010-05-20T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:33:51.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampering Memories...</title><content type='html'>Was reading snatches of Twilight a day ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love the way Edward 'tampers' with Bella's memory, prior to bringing her to the baseball field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smexy&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ...boy knows how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; neck&lt;/span&gt; can be. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S_UqyRvwRRI/AAAAAAAAAag/MDw51oTkaDM/s1600/gallery_main-robert-pattinson-kiss-kristen-stewart-10142009-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S_UqyRvwRRI/AAAAAAAAAag/MDw51oTkaDM/s400/gallery_main-robert-pattinson-kiss-kristen-stewart-10142009-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473327965384230162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this... &gt;w&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S_Uq_SBUOBI/AAAAAAAAAao/AwIy2ZQmZug/s1600/13843_215620143054_571963054_4178946_3744013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S_Uq_SBUOBI/AAAAAAAAAao/AwIy2ZQmZug/s400/13843_215620143054_571963054_4178946_3744013_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473328188796188690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-406164595005402237?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/406164595005402237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=406164595005402237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/406164595005402237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/406164595005402237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/tampering-memories.html' title='Tampering Memories...'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S_UqyRvwRRI/AAAAAAAAAag/MDw51oTkaDM/s72-c/gallery_main-robert-pattinson-kiss-kristen-stewart-10142009-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8542117379502164467</id><published>2010-05-20T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:04:21.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something You Can't Have</title><content type='html'>Why are the things you can't have always the one you're interested in the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the other way round...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how much you frustrate me... and not know you do. Looking at you so close, yet not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid heart, will you find another? And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melindo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ashke&lt;/span&gt;, ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where the hell are you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8542117379502164467?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8542117379502164467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8542117379502164467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8542117379502164467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8542117379502164467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-you-cant-have.html' title='Something You Can&apos;t Have'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1515563286549171846</id><published>2010-05-14T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:37:32.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musician Lover</title><content type='html'>Listening to some instrumentals, and I had a sudden thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to have a gentle musician as a lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S-1raXt8leI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bvbX6Ru-P2A/s1600/20061215tamaki02hw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S-1raXt8leI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bvbX6Ru-P2A/s400/20061215tamaki02hw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471147223112521186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiaki, a conductor. Sexy, not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very attracted to music, and to think of having a lover who is musically talented... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd play or sing to me, ...everyday. And life would be almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if he were an awesome pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S-1rDrpEN1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/GBQp7mpdewA/s1600/l_44903a598c894da5a36ce83367d87982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S-1rDrpEN1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/GBQp7mpdewA/s400/l_44903a598c894da5a36ce83367d87982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146833323767634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEXY, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the piano, and how it sounds. So whenever I hear or watch someone play a very beautiful piece on a piano, it's heavenly. I'd stop and just stare in awe. So, to have a handsome pianist lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music affects me greatly. It can soothe me, make me smile, cry, want to jump up and dance, ...and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would be more romantic than having the one you love sing or play for you, as a gift or just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;. It would rival the best kiss and equal a hug on those rotten days when life makes you want to break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's one of the best ways to tell someone that you really love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S-1rKjJ42kI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-lODEfYT6TM/s1600/johnny-depp-piano-smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S-1rKjJ42kI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-lODEfYT6TM/s400/johnny-depp-piano-smoking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471146951304600130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe if I'm lucky, I'll be able to find one for myself. If not, well, he has to go and take up some music classes now, doesn't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1515563286549171846?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1515563286549171846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1515563286549171846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1515563286549171846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1515563286549171846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/musician-lover.html' title='Musician Lover'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S-1raXt8leI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bvbX6Ru-P2A/s72-c/20061215tamaki02hw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2928744741844047110</id><published>2010-05-06T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:31:51.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Two more weeks to summative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSK and CNS are HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, two more weeks to EOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I can't make myself study seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cannot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must. Start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TT_TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2928744741844047110?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2928744741844047110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2928744741844047110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2928744741844047110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2928744741844047110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2979149429889088676</id><published>2010-03-30T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:50:28.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S7Hkg-kxUPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/d5lxrRgqO-Y/s1600/wrath-of-the-lich-king-iphone-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S7Hkg-kxUPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/d5lxrRgqO-Y/s400/wrath-of-the-lich-king-iphone-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454391878926553330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, I get the feeling that I might've gotten into the wrong field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like after watching something as &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt; as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS11axSHLek&amp;amp;feature=response_watch"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS11axSHLek&amp;amp;feature=response_watch"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS11axSHLek&amp;amp;feature=response_watch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S7HkafeWRgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4xxd6lRxC6g/s1600/arthas.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S7HkafeWRgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4xxd6lRxC6g/s1600/arthas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S7HkafeWRgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4xxd6lRxC6g/s400/arthas.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454391767498900994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S7HkafeWRgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4xxd6lRxC6g/s1600/arthas.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2979149429889088676?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2979149429889088676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2979149429889088676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2979149429889088676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2979149429889088676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/arthas.html' title='Arthas'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S7Hkg-kxUPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/d5lxrRgqO-Y/s72-c/wrath-of-the-lich-king-iphone-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5703787021140134317</id><published>2010-03-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:08:52.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing Walls</title><content type='html'>I went for indoor wall climbing yesterday evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... challenging, to sum it all up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forearms and shoulders are a bit stiff now... (I had difficulty bringing the toothbrush to my mouth) So I'll continue this post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. Or Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5703787021140134317?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5703787021140134317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5703787021140134317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5703787021140134317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5703787021140134317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/climbing-walls.html' title='Climbing Walls'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-841896407947867890</id><published>2010-03-03T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:35:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wistful</title><content type='html'>So much for our frantic, excited planning, sibling of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power That Is was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TT_TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no GACC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-841896407947867890?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/841896407947867890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=841896407947867890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/841896407947867890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/841896407947867890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/wistful.html' title='Wistful'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4535731386358583513</id><published>2010-03-01T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:09:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I can get so irritable so easily lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm like my mum; I store and store and store all the annoyance and anger until the last hurled rock breaks the brittle surface. Then it's no more quarters given, it will &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be the same, and I will never never ever let you come closer into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that might change, that I might soften, and we might be the same old again. One day, if you change, if you realized, if you stopped annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like something has ...broken, inside me. Something has fled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rose-tinted glasses shattered, and now I see the world differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give it back.&lt;/span&gt; I feel uncomfortable and unhappy. Alone, of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what you call growing up, I might not want to. But Life, ....she is many things, I guess. Like what I read in a book once, though it was describing the sea, I think it can apply to Life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"She gives, and she takes away. She is a fickle mistress, both cruel and kind, gentle and harsh, loving and hateful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old. Old, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;contaminated&lt;/span&gt;, somehow. Words I never would have uttered, harsh, hard feelings I never would have felt... I've heard myself say words like those and caught myself venting out those feelings that I never did have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. It saddens me. I don't know why. I never knew I cared so much. Too much, perhaps. And how little some did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"When you meet a person, do not expect him or her to earn your respect; it is so great that it must be earned? Give it to them freely, until they prove themselves unworthy of it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I pull back my respect, as a friend, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Treat others as you want others to treat you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You tossed me aside. My friendship. Just like that. That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; me. Proves how much I mean to you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not much.&lt;/span&gt; And you hurt a dear friend of mine. That made me truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at you and I find you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lacking&lt;/span&gt;. So now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Toss. You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh, but I find it too exhausting and draining for me. Frankly, you're not worth it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you hate a person, it shows you still care. Indifference works much better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now, I will not give another extra hoot for you, not more than mere acquaintances. I will not lower myself anymore just to give in to you. I will not waste my breath trying to talk to you and try to entangle this snarled mess; why bother? I've said things like this before but you didn't get it. I'm pissed and frustrated and filled to the brim and I cannot take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, so long &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucker&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no thanks&lt;/span&gt; for all the grief you caused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stronger now. I have to venture out now, and throttle my fear. Won't let no one run roughshod over me. Even if they do, not without losing an arm. And both legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what kept me so cooped up, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chained&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fear of being alone. Fear of the unknown. Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't wait for my knight anymore, tardy as he is. (He and I are going to have words about his punctuality when we meet, trust me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll not declare anything grand or glorious. Heaven knows how 'successful' I am at changing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be the social butterfly not do I want to, but I'm setting out to find those rare and few jewels among the many precious stones out there, who I can call my closest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart-sibs&lt;/span&gt;. Those, along with my family, I'll keep close to my heart, and hopefully, along with a perfect one I can call my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ashke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I needed that rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4535731386358583513?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4535731386358583513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4535731386358583513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4535731386358583513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4535731386358583513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4313305969909219010</id><published>2010-02-25T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:30:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Data, data, data</title><content type='html'>Inputing data collected from the surveys is boring, tedious and extremely frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when your eyes feel like packed sand and your head weighted with a bag of lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4313305969909219010?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4313305969909219010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4313305969909219010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4313305969909219010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4313305969909219010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/data-data-data.html' title='Data, data, data'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1600210718135540426</id><published>2010-02-24T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:13:50.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey-ing</title><content type='html'>I had to go house to house today asking ppl 50+ questions about their family, house, and breastfeeding practises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never abuse those survey ppl ever again. I respect and symphatize with that lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) you look at the 50+ questions you need to ask ppl who you have to knock loudly on their doors to interrupt them in whatever they were doing and pray despairingly that they won't throw dirty water at you once they answer the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you arrive at the designated site, where it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbelievably dirty&lt;/span&gt;, dark, and altogether suspicious. Even refugee camps look cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) no one answers your prolonged knocking and yelling for about 15 consecutive units that are cluttered worse than three landfills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) the unit, which had lots of noise inside before, falls silent once you knock and inquire, with that silence stretching.... till there's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;door is locked&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, we wouldn't know you just locked the door in our faces right? After all, we're standing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) the hot, hot, hot, hot, sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) we're not getting paid for this. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) you make us wait and wait and wait outside your tastelessly ornate and frail-looking gate, under the freaking blasting sun, acting like no one's home when we already saw you scramble behind the sofa through your open front door when you heard the doorbell. Smooth move, jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you do get some nice, beautiful(in my eyes, as they were nice to us miserable ppl) friendly ppl, who took the time to let us ask them meaningless and random questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, a Malay couple with their youngest daughter and an Indian housewife, even invited us in to sit while we did our survey. I cannot express how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deeply&lt;/span&gt; grateful and thankful I am to those ppl who didn't mind indulging us with a lil' silver of their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm also grateful to those who at least answered their door to decline, rather than leave us hanging and hollering outside like demented, hot, sweating hooligans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It doesn't take much to make someone's day a bit nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, we got so desperate, we even interviewed an 8 year old boy, as he was home alone. We stood outside his house gate and quickly asked him. At that point, we were that desperate to finish out allotted 35 slips of questionnaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a house with a beagle-like dog who is a damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coward&lt;/span&gt;. All bark, no bite. Started barking when we approached the house while the occupant dived behind the sofa. Continued barking in a bored, repetitive way... like it's saying, " Look, since I've nothing better to do, I'll just bark at you once every 3 seconds, you know, just to show that I'm a guard dog, who you know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guards&lt;/span&gt;, and... where is my idiot master? *rolls eyes*" All this....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at a distance&lt;/span&gt;. XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started walking away, it inched closer and came right to the gate, still woofing away of course... and backed away when we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turned around&lt;/span&gt;. It's like, it must have a specific amount of distance between it and us. We tested it. It backed away, matching every step we took forward with one back. I'm surprised it isn't marigold yellow and the house isn't robbed blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we finished our allotted slips, along with everyone else... but still have to go again tomorrow because of the irritating, do-by-the-book lecturer assigned to us. She's new, and not growing much in popularity among my group. Fussed so much on our questionnaire. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those who read this, thanks. This is one of my rare, long, word-filled posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, please be nice to those students who come and do house-to-house surveys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1600210718135540426?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1600210718135540426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1600210718135540426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1600210718135540426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1600210718135540426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/survey-ing.html' title='Survey-ing'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4975577434674495734</id><published>2010-02-22T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:27:47.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Today's the first day of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; so happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I'm glad about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to slake my 'thirst' for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guardian angel of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How much longer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I finally watched New Moon. At night. (Imagine the ensuing dream I had that night. XD) Dvd, but it stutters slightly on my lappie. It was interesting... Poor Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. Angel, you work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4975577434674495734?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4975577434674495734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4975577434674495734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4975577434674495734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4975577434674495734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6938084434938608135</id><published>2010-01-11T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:17:39.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S0r4azS-fBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GAFa9Lpda6w/s1600-h/gallery_enlarged-taylor-lautner-gq-photoshoot-photos-10152009-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S0r4azS-fBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GAFa9Lpda6w/s400/gallery_enlarged-taylor-lautner-gq-photoshoot-photos-10152009-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425421840451271698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing on both teams now.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And today's a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a word can make a person's day, what about a whole, beautiful conversation? XD Especially with someone you miss. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks, dear.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6938084434938608135?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6938084434938608135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6938084434938608135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6938084434938608135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6938084434938608135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/team-jacob.html' title='Team Jacob'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/S0r4azS-fBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GAFa9Lpda6w/s72-c/gallery_enlarged-taylor-lautner-gq-photoshoot-photos-10152009-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8996273236483543338</id><published>2009-12-17T21:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:03:06.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sphinx</title><content type='html'>For my selective, which was completed recently, was a blast. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oedipus the King&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Syo4tgP9wGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XZLchycnB6s/s1600-h/The_Plague_of_Thebes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Syo4tgP9wGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XZLchycnB6s/s400/The_Plague_of_Thebes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416203856268607586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was in Costumes and it's amazing how much cloth (for the togas) that pins, cellotape, and staples can hold up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've discovered our back-up plan if we flunk Med. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8996273236483543338?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8996273236483543338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8996273236483543338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8996273236483543338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8996273236483543338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sphinx.html' title='Sphinx'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Syo4tgP9wGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XZLchycnB6s/s72-c/The_Plague_of_Thebes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6063096558694200657</id><published>2009-12-10T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:03:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sx_XM8XeraI/AAAAAAAAAZA/aQQl8zgmrRY/s1600-h/13049_219964798326_735083326_4225454_3909864_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sx_XM8XeraI/AAAAAAAAAZA/aQQl8zgmrRY/s400/13049_219964798326_735083326_4225454_3909864_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413281894485634466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is put his picture here, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adoration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;, Mr. Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your contribution to society, and be assured that this will sustain and enrich the minds and lives of many of the female population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6063096558694200657?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6063096558694200657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6063096558694200657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6063096558694200657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6063096558694200657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sx_XM8XeraI/AAAAAAAAAZA/aQQl8zgmrRY/s72-c/13049_219964798326_735083326_4225454_3909864_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5084336079345047651</id><published>2009-12-06T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:53:48.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FireWorks</title><content type='html'>JUST saw fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the ones that give off such loud boom and the ones that go on and on like tiny stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no discos to rattle my bones; I think fireworks give off a nicer bass beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5084336079345047651?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5084336079345047651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5084336079345047651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5084336079345047651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5084336079345047651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/fireworks.html' title='FireWorks'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7701159761222783084</id><published>2009-12-01T18:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:09:27.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big. Bad. Wolf. BookSale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SxT2gLa2qEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mDJfvjHHV74/s1600/13049_218252913326_735083326_4210911_1306125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SxT2gLa2qEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mDJfvjHHV74/s400/13049_218252913326_735083326_4210911_1306125_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410220085060479042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to a BookSale today in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning to go since last week, since it ends tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SxT2pHyKdYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UjFP_yFWOoc/s400/13049_218252933326_735083326_4210914_1936523_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410220238703326594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A peek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SxT23SznS4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/hT3ph4kRGbM/s400/13049_218255408326_735083326_4210957_4096102_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410220482180369282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mai LOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SxT2yXhf_nI/AAAAAAAAAYw/od1RIYrG9Gw/s400/13049_218255393326_735083326_4210954_234827_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410220397547224690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bought 24 books, each for RM8. Usually in book shops they'd be like, RM35++. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I got most of them in pretty pristine condition too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whee~&lt;/i&gt; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah. Wallie has gone into a semi-retirement; his more feminine brethen has replaced him. (Gift from friends, who sulk when I don't use her) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's longer and flatter. Black, with pink scribblings. =_=  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's still a little shy, so I don't know her name yet, and quite full, so I don't know if she'll be as snappy as her predecessor when hungry. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Nienna, where's your chatbox?? =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7701159761222783084?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7701159761222783084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7701159761222783084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7701159761222783084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7701159761222783084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-bad-wolf-booksale.html' title='Big. Bad. Wolf. BookSale.'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SxT2gLa2qEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mDJfvjHHV74/s72-c/13049_218252913326_735083326_4210911_1306125_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2539515252620117202</id><published>2009-11-30T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:45:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanities</title><content type='html'>Started my Literature selective classes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ...interesting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have to stage an adaptation of a Greek drama, Oedipus the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Rock&lt;/span&gt;.    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Who wants to be the Tree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2539515252620117202?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2539515252620117202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2539515252620117202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2539515252620117202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2539515252620117202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/humanities.html' title='Humanities'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1697869384116172736</id><published>2009-11-26T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:10:10.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>I tell you, exams are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; detrimental&lt;/span&gt; to health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered that laughing too much &amp;amp; taking it too easy before exam is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a good thing. It causes precious information to slip through. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And although I ate a good breakfast and slept (relatively) enough, my brain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overheated&lt;/span&gt; at the end, till I couldn't even remember the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simplest most basic&lt;/span&gt; stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHMYFREAKINGEFFINGGOD!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DX&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, you know those cartoon pictures of people who think too hard and too long their brain overheats like a machine and breaks down, releasing a cloud of smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. FELT. LIKE. THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unpleasant feeling, one I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; want to feel again. &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt; My head felt like it was gonna explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't have minded it if it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt;. At least I'd get to faint and have an excuse to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; escape the dratted paper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that some ink slapped on pieces of paper could hurt me so bad? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guurgh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small, silver lining, if very stained silver, is that this isn't the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big One&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, if the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Ones&lt;/span&gt; hurt this bad, what will the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG ONE&lt;/span&gt; do to me?? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headsmacktable&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I think I'm may have to put &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into motion. (D for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daring daredevil desperation&lt;/span&gt;) I was planning it before this tragedy, and I think it's quite sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan D :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need, say,  about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 comrades&lt;/span&gt;. The more the better, there's the chance we might miss our target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to fashion or obtain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowpipes &amp;amp; darts&lt;/span&gt;, preferably small ones, so it's easy to sneak 'em in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we need to learn to use them effectively, till we can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hit small, moving targets&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uncanny precision&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, now comes the tricky part; we need some kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sedative&lt;/span&gt; to smear on the darts. I know the orang asli use the poison off the backs of poisonous frogs, but that may be overkill. The invigila- I mean, targets only need to be knocked out. This aspect of the plan I'm not so sure of. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, we're set. and Plan D can be brought into motion if the need arises. Ah, we also need to be sure to divide and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assign targets&lt;/span&gt;, though. Don't want one target receiving 10 darts while the others are missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Plan D is accomplished, it's up to each comrade what to do next. I, personally, suggest we start a fire, with the papers at the heart of it, naturally, and loose the fire alarm. And we gotta do it right, to make it seem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidental&lt;/span&gt;, or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;untraceable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will buy us some time to cram more info into our abused brains and maybe plot another Backup Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any volunteers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1697869384116172736?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1697869384116172736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1697869384116172736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1697869384116172736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1697869384116172736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-again.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2825303837791575518</id><published>2009-11-16T12:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:09:49.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeee~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a festival last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major procrastination, as I have lots more to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I had fun! Took LOTS of pictures with an SLR camera borrowed from uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, LOVE the camera. Beautiful shots! (would be better in the hands of a pro, not a total rookie like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn damn damn tempted and encouraged to cosplay now. Or at least continue shooting cosplayers' pictures. XD I enjoyed myself so much! And they seemed to too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thus my frustration begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this event piqued my interest to get an SLR myself and immerse myself in photography, and may be erm, cosplay a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And both desires need &lt;strong&gt;M.O.N.E.Y.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....which I am &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt; of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I work part-time. So yeah, I got another source of income there. But I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's enough&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SwDZbzzBNdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/femvfoicRbE/s1600/aemotions-sweatdrop-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558624628487634" style="WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SwDZbzzBNdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/femvfoicRbE/s400/aemotions-sweatdrop-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Togepi ate my wallet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gaaaah!!! Then comes the urge to buy books too. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And other necessities like clothes, food and what-not&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SwDaKJ70gKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xU5Gz5lyB8c/s1600/10583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404559420844966050" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SwDaKJ70gKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xU5Gz5lyB8c/s400/10583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This series is at the top of my list right now. The Most Wanted &amp;amp; Unattainable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got a Vampire Hunter D novel at a booksale for RM5. A bloody &lt;strong&gt;steal&lt;/strong&gt;. I enjoyed it very very much, and recently, checked into Borders to see if they had more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's RM30.90 perbook. The ones with Part 1&amp;amp;2 reach RM50+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SwDdS_anCHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3gb3stbvqoc/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404562871175022706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SwDdS_anCHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3gb3stbvqoc/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think I'll just study now first. At least I know there'll be lots to occupy my time during the break after my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;26th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUDY DAMMIT HUMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2825303837791575518?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2825303837791575518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2825303837791575518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2825303837791575518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2825303837791575518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SwDZbzzBNdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/femvfoicRbE/s72-c/aemotions-sweatdrop-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1448824555469046488</id><published>2009-11-09T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:53:14.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peniless</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I owe people money left and right... =_=" so the moneh in my wallie ain't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallie, naturally is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so unhappy that he &lt;em&gt;slipped&lt;/em&gt; out of my pocket in my aunt's car as I left for home in another aunt's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent two days in Malacca &lt;strong&gt;peniless&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;IC-less&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;driving license-less&lt;/strong&gt;. Kept praying that no police would ask for my identification. Briefly considered bringing along my photostated copy of my birth certificate, after an image of me screaming, "&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;! No! I'm Malaysian, I swear! I &lt;em&gt;warganegara&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARGANEGARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!" as police officers drag me away to deport me to China flitted through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a damn idiot, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a heart-to-leather talk with Wallie when I got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him about the extra debts I feel obligated to pay to me mum &amp;amp; dad now, since they had to pay for my trip home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallie is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; pleased. He mantains that it was me who drove him to commit that act of rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think it's time to collect my part-time pay from uni to cheer Wallie up, else I may never be able to reach into my bag again without losing digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Wallie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1448824555469046488?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1448824555469046488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1448824555469046488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1448824555469046488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1448824555469046488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/peniless.html' title='Peniless'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4069170763461367664</id><published>2009-10-23T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:00:38.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPH</title><content type='html'>IT'S FREAKING DREAM COME TRUE, I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DREAM&lt;/span&gt; COME TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MPH&lt;/span&gt; IS HOLDING A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BOOKSALE IN MY OWN UNI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shrill hysterical screaming&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faints&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAAAAAAAANK YOOOOU, GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TTvTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'MMA GONNA BE THERE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY FREAKING DAY&lt;/span&gt;, YA HEAR ME?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;EVERY FREAKING DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; FROM 10PM TO 8PM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BREATHE, BREATHE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD XD XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt;I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4069170763461367664?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4069170763461367664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4069170763461367664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4069170763461367664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4069170763461367664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/mph.html' title='MPH'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-9184096811554096666</id><published>2009-10-21T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:43:34.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Usually, I need to hunt for people to have dinner with, as I stay in library till 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I eat with only a couple or more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a whole flood of invitations came my way. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like God or my Guardian angel had sent me a present, to say, 'Hey you. I didn't forget you, you know. I may have been a little busy but I noticed you seemed a lil' down today. Here, this'll perk you up a little. *winks* '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, dear. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-9184096811554096666?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9184096811554096666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=9184096811554096666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/9184096811554096666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/9184096811554096666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8028871667620633505</id><published>2009-10-20T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:41:42.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I shall kidnap you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;from the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And I'll keep you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in my room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hush now, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a sunflower on a cloudy day; I know the sun's there, somewhere behind the heavy dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't it come out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8028871667620633505?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8028871667620633505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8028871667620633505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8028871667620633505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8028871667620633505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupor.html' title='Stupor'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2879362832848333588</id><published>2009-09-28T20:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:26:29.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CardCaptor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC4RCQZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAYA/S-2-Ftm_UIo/s1600-h/56205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC4RCQZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAYA/S-2-Ftm_UIo/s400/56205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507757138082226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakura Kinomoto &amp;amp; Kero-chan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cute, actually. And since it largely caters to a much younger audience than I, I get really frustrated at Sakura sometimes. I mean, if Tomoyo, Kero-chan, Yukito or even the Brat/Syaoran wasn't there, she'd be killed FOR SURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC38_WLRqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/btgucVkMKfM/s1600-h/Card-Captor-Sakura-1019-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC38_WLRqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/btgucVkMKfM/s400/Card-Captor-Sakura-1019-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507412759594658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Brat(according to Kero-chan) &amp;amp; Sakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC34Ou4rMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DL-EJW1hGGA/s1600-h/268742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC34Ou4rMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DL-EJW1hGGA/s400/268742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507330990419138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some fanpix I found online; Sakura &amp;amp; Tomoyo riding Cerberos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Sometimes it's so obvious what to do or which card to use, and she still &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know. And all her 'Eeeeeh...??' moments... it gets lame as it goes on... =_=" And she's too passive. If Syaoran or MeiLin talked to me that way, I'd bite back. COME ON, have a little confidence here, Sakura? The only time she's aggressive is to her brother, who I really agree with Yukito to having a SERIOUS SISTER-COMPLEX. Cute, and also effectively keeps him single and available to fangirls. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are the 'crushes' issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many crushes and love triangles peppered about. O.O&lt;br /&gt;Sakura likes Yukito. Syaoran likes Yukito too. Tomoyo likes (to record) Sakura. MeiLin likes Syaoran. Yukito is clueless. XD However, I don't know if Sakura really likes Yukito 'cos he's Yuu or as Yukito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the 'possible relationships' hints. Those HINTS. Goodness. These are what fuels those fanfics. SakuraxTomoyo, YukitoxTouya (which I don't mind, =p), and more. Jeez. I sometimes have to remind myself these kids are mostly 4TH GRADERS. And there's Rika, who likes her teacher. Sweet, but let's hope it stops there. And I was surprised and kinda speechless when I discovered Sakura's mum was 16 years old when she married, and to her teacher, NO LESS. Yeah he was a new teacher, but it was a little unorthodox, with this husband and wife pair going to school together everyday.  =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way Tomoyo's mum reacted to Sakura's dad. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC4DeCpIsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9jK4_2CL-O8/s1600-h/427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC4DeCpIsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9jK4_2CL-O8/s400/427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507524078379714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gerroff him, he's mine!&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's quite a cute anime show. Although you wanna slap Sakura once every while for being such a numbnut. =_=" (Yukito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hints&lt;/span&gt; so many times to her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2879362832848333588?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2879362832848333588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2879362832848333588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2879362832848333588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2879362832848333588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/cardcaptor.html' title='CardCaptor'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SsC4RCQZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAYA/S-2-Ftm_UIo/s72-c/56205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2330209708572778900</id><published>2009-09-17T10:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:16:02.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheBoyWhoKnewTooMuch~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SrGa1q82bFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Zptvjx_xxAo/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SrGa1q82bFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Zptvjx_xxAo/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382253276537711698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mika's second dose is OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geddit geddit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geddit&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2330209708572778900?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2330209708572778900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2330209708572778900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2330209708572778900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2330209708572778900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/theboywhoknewtoomuch.html' title='TheBoyWhoKnewTooMuch~'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SrGa1q82bFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Zptvjx_xxAo/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-321652780483491658</id><published>2009-09-17T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:06:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itch</title><content type='html'>Traded words with an ice rose the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me smile till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm easily satisfied. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thawing, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see it closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see it bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-321652780483491658?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/321652780483491658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=321652780483491658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/321652780483491658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/321652780483491658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/itch.html' title='Itch'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4229802140954024278</id><published>2009-09-14T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:35:08.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bomb In  A Birdcage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sq44YtWAnII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3U34HmtDSpI/s1600-h/Bomb_in_a_Birdcage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sq44YtWAnII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3U34HmtDSpI/s400/Bomb_in_a_Birdcage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381300601894247554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4229802140954024278?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4229802140954024278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4229802140954024278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4229802140954024278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4229802140954024278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/bomb-in-birdcage.html' title='A Bomb In  A Birdcage'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sq44YtWAnII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3U34HmtDSpI/s72-c/Bomb_in_a_Birdcage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-968129842059744509</id><published>2009-09-14T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:34:03.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidget</title><content type='html'>Wonder what to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make this balloon float higher faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it doesn't pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-968129842059744509?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/968129842059744509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=968129842059744509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/968129842059744509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/968129842059744509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/fidget.html' title='Fidget'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2242615104868327147</id><published>2009-09-02T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:56:40.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals and Spock</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I have to catch a cab, and two trains in time for my morning CSU tomorrow.... this is probably unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been staying in the hospital since Saturday to help my dad out. It's really not so bad, with it being a private one. Yeah, I understand now why these hospitals' bills are one of the contributing risk factors for MI and hypertension. And how specialists (in knees, no less) can afford to drive PORSCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all I do here is help out my dad, which is to fetch stuff, pester him to eat (and finish what he can't), glare at him when he asks for a cigarette, help him in and out of wheelchairs, beds, chairs, walkers, etc., and well, sleep. Well, most of the day I'm bored (along with my dad; but he's in painful boredom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a patient is BORING. Well, depends on individuals, but most likely there's pain too, but BOREDOM rules a patient's life. As with a patient's relative who is accompanying him. Oh god, I swear, just to amuse myself I snack. Which is bad. And gonna make me regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will evolve into potatoes if we stay here any longer. He, a bed potato and me, a chair/sofa spud. Yahoo. We watched the latest StarTrek movie, the one where Zachary Quinto was the young Spock. (8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Quinto makes a very... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; Spock. :p I LOVE the part where he pawns Kirk. O.O  W.H.O.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; is he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT A FATHER&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how BORED a patient can get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, I can go online here. It's faster later in the evening, 'cos most people in the building here have returned home. So yay! it's FAST. Meh heh heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I started around 7.49pm. So far, I've got 8 avi vids and 3 parts of Fantasia 1960. The plan's to get the last Fantasia part and squeeze in 2 more avis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Okay. Gonna get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobey ho, Hypnos! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2242615104868327147?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2242615104868327147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2242615104868327147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2242615104868327147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2242615104868327147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/hospitals-and-spock.html' title='Hospitals and Spock'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3500966754690567432</id><published>2009-08-21T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:52:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'A stranger is but a friend yet known.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've just breached that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Guardian Angel of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3500966754690567432?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3500966754690567432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3500966754690567432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3500966754690567432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3500966754690567432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/elevation.html' title='Elevation'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1061601497212287305</id><published>2009-08-21T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:08:15.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spoke. Touched. Smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless. &gt;//&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1061601497212287305?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1061601497212287305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1061601497212287305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1061601497212287305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1061601497212287305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/touch.html' title='Touch'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7366374111001993947</id><published>2009-08-19T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:51:30.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flitting Wisps</title><content type='html'>I love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love outlandish stories, ones filled with magic, fancy swordplay and maybe a dash of emotional searching (angst, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geniuses&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.A. Salvatore&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon R. Greene&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garth Nix &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amelia Atwater-Rhodes&lt;/span&gt; and so many more, offer windows and portals, insights to many other worlds and wonders. I thank you, and always will love your works of carefully chosen and arranged words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me childish. Call me a dreamer. Call me an escapist, or immature. If that is what you call that I experience while immersed in these pages, then so be it. I'll admit it, even wear those labels proudly upon my chest as to me they aren't labels but rather, badges of honor! and I pity those who laugh snidely and belittle this genre that these books belong in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds whimsical and immature. But where would we be, if dreamers did not dream, where would visionaries come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read and rejoice in such works. Elves, dragons, spells, scimitars, and adventures. All but a flip of a page away. Sometimes when reality is too harsh, when hopes are broken, or when the passage of silent time is too tedious, this is my drug. This is my vice, if it could even be called that. This is my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and sometimes, I am a little reluctant to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after spending quite a significant amount of time and dreams in such worlds and realms, I can't help but to think of other possibilities that might be.  Could there be another ending to this tragedy? Could there be another hidden tale beneath this hero's recounting? Could there be another...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such thoughts come to me, like flitting hummingbirds made of morning mist. Images accompany them, with possible stories to tell. As the saying goes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a picture is worth a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;, so to me, it's a matter of finding the right words to paint the picture any way I like. I can paint it a cheerful pink, a gloomy purple, an outrageous neon orange or a simple yet mysterious blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet as these short bursts of trance-like ideas fill me, they evaporate just as fast, like roiling steam from a warm cup of coffee. I try to cling on to those I think is interesting, those that I might spin further, those that  might be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted to keep a small Thought Notebook. To scribble down and hold fast to such random rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, one day, might these little seeds be allowed to flower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7366374111001993947?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7366374111001993947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7366374111001993947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7366374111001993947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7366374111001993947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/flitting-wisps.html' title='Flitting Wisps'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5624687731716325169</id><published>2009-08-19T21:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:18:31.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar</title><content type='html'>This song is so so very sweet and endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like fine icing sugar, which melts not on your tongue, but upon your heart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sov6sDVAaII/AAAAAAAAAXI/PVSTtGYzWZo/s1600-h/sweet-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sov6sDVAaII/AAAAAAAAAXI/PVSTtGYzWZo/s400/sweet-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371662615284050050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch these tired eyes of mine&lt;br /&gt;And map my face out line by line&lt;br /&gt;And somehow growing old feels fine&lt;br /&gt;I listen close for I'm not smart&lt;br /&gt;You wrap your thoughts in works of art&lt;br /&gt;And they're hanging on the walls of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the softest touch&lt;br /&gt;I may not say the words as such&lt;br /&gt;And though I may not look like much&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;And though my edges may be rough&lt;br /&gt;And never feel I'm quite enough&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like very much&lt;br /&gt;But I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You healed these scars over time&lt;br /&gt;Embraced my soul&lt;br /&gt;You loved my mind&lt;br /&gt;You're the only angel in my life&lt;br /&gt;The day news came my best friend died&lt;br /&gt;My knees went week and you saw me cry&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the softest touch&lt;br /&gt;I may not say the words as such&lt;br /&gt;And though I may not look like much&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;And though my edges may be rough&lt;br /&gt;And never feel I'm quite enough&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like very much&lt;br /&gt;But I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the softest touch&lt;br /&gt;I may not say the words as such&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't fit in that much&lt;br /&gt;But I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Script&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sov6fIQTsiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/K5VD6hnHNhU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sov6fIQTsiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/K5VD6hnHNhU/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371662393268220450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5624687731716325169?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5624687731716325169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5624687731716325169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5624687731716325169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5624687731716325169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/sugar.html' title='Sugar'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sov6sDVAaII/AAAAAAAAAXI/PVSTtGYzWZo/s72-c/sweet-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2731366527528381005</id><published>2009-08-10T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:55:41.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Queries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If three people held your hands, will you laugh at the sky?&lt;br /&gt;If the sun smiled at you yesterday, would you think of the moon?&lt;br /&gt;If the wind sang in your ears, will you listen to the gurgling waves?&lt;br /&gt;If the kitten licked you nose, will you kiss a puppy?&lt;br /&gt;If a knight gave you his sword, will you carry a wizard's tome?&lt;br /&gt;If a fish flicked water at you, will you burn a dry leaf?&lt;br /&gt;If a word touched your heart, will you pen down a poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ifs, and so many wills.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot reply, nor understand, then just answer me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I held out my hand, will you take it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2731366527528381005?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2731366527528381005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2731366527528381005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2731366527528381005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2731366527528381005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-queries.html' title='Random Queries'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3265398040849370474</id><published>2009-05-29T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:27:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunting Skull</title><content type='html'>I just had to share this. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida's working at the Medical Museum (MMS) tonight. So Serena and I were helping her and the MMS assistant to put away the models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that one slightly yellowed skull, with its skull cap missing, had a jaw that didn't quite sit right. It was missing a few teeth too, and some of its sockets were a little blackened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow&lt;/em&gt;, I thought. &lt;em&gt;They sure make it look really &lt;strong&gt;real.&lt;/strong&gt; Or... Hmm... *spider-sense tingling*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I tried to push the dislocated jaw back, but it didn't really work. =( The poor thing was scribbled all over too. Some helpful student went and labeled the skull parts in pencil. Grafitti. On a poor skull. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I showed it to the assistant. She just sighed and looked despairingly at the skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to put the jaw back into place too, but couldn't. "It was fine the week before," she said, while grappling with the joint. "And now... I can't even find the cap. Poor guy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when we all went, "Waitaminute... Is that... &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena and I were like, "Cool...~" Ida refused to touch it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant went on, this time speaking to the skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I hope you go and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haunt&lt;/span&gt; the guy who did this to you. I took care of you so well, and now, look. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go and haunt the guy&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she placed it on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~ We should like bring black candles and help out too, y'know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the dude that dislocated poor Skully; watch out. 'cause I think I saw a &lt;em&gt;gleam&lt;/em&gt; in its eye sockets. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3265398040849370474?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3265398040849370474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3265398040849370474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3265398040849370474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3265398040849370474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/haunting-skull.html' title='Haunting Skull'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6385794757097105701</id><published>2009-05-28T20:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:03:17.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gombak I</title><content type='html'>This week, I went to Gombak for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you go to such a faraway rural place?" you ask. Or rather, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where/What&lt;/span&gt; is Gombak...?" Well people, I went there to visit the Orang Asli hospital there; the JHEOA Hospital or as we call it, the Gombak hospital. FYI, Orang Asli literally means '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;original people&lt;/span&gt;', thus this refers to the aboriginals in Peninsular Malaysia. The hospital is specifically tailored to them, as these people live in the deep jungles and would be very uncomfortable and ill-suited to the common, modern-day hospitals. Therefore, how this hospital works and handles its patients (all their patients are Orang Asli; those non-Orang Asli are treated at the Out-Patient department, unless they came for antenatal care) are quite different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; FROM&lt;/span&gt; the hospital itself was entertaining enough; we kept getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;. XD transportation was up to us, so most of us car-pooled. Those who had cars suddenly found themselves surrounded by friends. LOL. So, I car-pooled with Izaidi who borrowed a car from his housemate, and Miral came with us. This fella... people get BETTER; he gets WORSE. And his passengers (the gals) weren't helping either. LOL. It went like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day : Got lost on the way to Gombak. Understandable, since it was our first time going there.... We left the uni at 6.15am and reached at 7.50am. Another group left later than us and arrived earlier. =_=" We got home without mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day :  We left at 6.30am, and didn't get lost. In a way, it was good... but we arrived there at 7am. We were supposed to start at 8am. =_____=" so do what? They slept in the car. LOL. I tried to read up a bit and listened to the birds sing. LOL. Our going back trip was more... everntful. XD We had a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; roadtrip&lt;/span&gt;. We were all laughing in the car so hard... and then I realised that the buildings and the road looked... different. We ended up all the way into KL! We passed by the Dataran Merdeka, past the Sogo shopping complex... and none of us had any idea how to get out of there. We picked roads at random and I don't think you can find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three happier lost people in the world&lt;/span&gt;. We just kept laughing the whole way once we realised we were lost. One will start giggling, then the other two will join in and we'd all laugh and crack jokes till our cheeks hurt. XD But either Izaidi had a homing system that lagged in his head or we were damn lucky with picking random roads, we managed to get out of the loop and head home. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day : Mira and I were secretly betting we WILL get lost. Again. And... we DID. XD XD We got lost ON the way; but only for a short while, 'cos Izaidi did a quick turn about immediately after the wrong turn. We left at 7am, and reached around 7.35am. LOL. On the way BACK, yep, we took another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roadtrip&lt;/span&gt;. OMG... XD At least we didn't get as lost as we were the 2nd day... and later dropped by Carrefour for lunch. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went on 'roadtrips' this week. XD We were joking how we would end up in Malacca or in Genting, or maybe on a beach somewhere. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Talking about the Gombak hospital. It's also called the JHEOA Hospital, which stands for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jabatan Hal Ehwal Orang Asli&lt;/span&gt;. To me, it reminded me of Final Fantasy. LOL. 'cos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JHEOA&lt;/span&gt; is quite similar to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JENOVA&lt;/span&gt;. TO ME. LOL. If only they had a Sephiroth-lookalike doctor there... &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. This post is getting kinda looong. And my fingers are cold. So I'll continue tomorrow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to M107!!! You all passed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6385794757097105701?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6385794757097105701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6385794757097105701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6385794757097105701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6385794757097105701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/gombak-i.html' title='Gombak I'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5787407483126612708</id><published>2009-05-13T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:13:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIT</title><content type='html'>GIT can mean two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Gastrointestinal tract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;denotes a silly, incompetent, stupid, annoying, or childish person ... usually used as an insult, more severe than twit but less severe than a true profanity like arsehole and may often be used affectionately between friends.&lt;/span&gt;' -Wikipedia-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. is not my friend, but other than that, 2. describes 1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summatives coming up soon. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOS3 coming soon too. I Super Hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And yet, I'm still procrastinating. I'm amazed my guardian angel hasn't stuck me down with a lightning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;storm&lt;/span&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5787407483126612708?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5787407483126612708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5787407483126612708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5787407483126612708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5787407483126612708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/git.html' title='GIT'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5963345817765823355</id><published>2009-04-28T16:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:52:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly HeartSick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A breath of pure oxygen,&lt;br /&gt;Laced with adrenaline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I drank you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Marvelling at the way you fill me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I took you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Easing that unrealised craving at the bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I agree with Edward;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are my own personal drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like a chain-smoker pulling in a long drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You make my heart stop;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You make it beat again, in hyperdrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's a exhilarating rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's a sudden, special high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You make my heart smile foolishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You make my heart ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You make me confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You make me ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You fill me with longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You fill me with an ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       Aching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears won't come;&lt;br /&gt;Should I cry at all?&lt;br /&gt;You create new feelings,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I realise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That I had erred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thinking that distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;would make this feeling fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cos with only one glance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You remind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had never forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nor had I healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For I am still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hopelessly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart-sick&lt;/span&gt; for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5963345817765823355?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5963345817765823355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5963345817765823355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5963345817765823355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5963345817765823355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/hopelessly-heartsick.html' title='Hopelessly HeartSick'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2314510035366830361</id><published>2009-04-21T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:32:18.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perforated Heart</title><content type='html'>Is this a sign from you, oh god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda stunned and in disbelief now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Se2SN7QtOkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uLoAirn2nXE/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 392px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Se2SN7QtOkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uLoAirn2nXE/s400/heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327074702192884290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let it not be true.... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2314510035366830361?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2314510035366830361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2314510035366830361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2314510035366830361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2314510035366830361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/perforated-heart.html' title='Perforated Heart'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Se2SN7QtOkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uLoAirn2nXE/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6331048969675614788</id><published>2009-04-20T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:53:29.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire De Lune</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the theme for my uni's Ball this year. In French, it mean moonlight.Yes, Debussy wrote a similarly named piece which is featured in Twilight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ball was yesterday night, and I had fun. =) Congrats and thanks to the committee! Took many pictures with many people and they were all so good-looking(girls and guys)! So different from their usual attire in uni! I wanted to put some temporary tattoos on the side of my face, 'cos I thought it would be cool and different as my dress was kinda plain, but decided not to at the last minute. =p All I did stick on my face was some small shiny studs at the side of my eye. That led to some people asking me why I was 'crying'. =_=" Yeah, very funny, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my camera, 'cos I figured that loads of other people would lug theirs along, and theirs would be better than mine. I was right. Hehe. Saved me the task of carrying extra weight around that night. =p So now I have to go around reaping what I 'sowed' yesterday night. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also grabbed the opportunity to take as many pictures with as many people I could find. They're all dispersing soon, to places where I might not meet them again, so yeah, this was my last cahnce. =( Hell, I even grabbed some people I didn't know well and took pictures with them too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe might be posting some pictures when I get them. =) Let's see how it goes. No promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this Ball was fun, but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;the next one I attend, which probably will be the one when I'm in Sem 5, to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bomb&lt;/span&gt;. =) Extra incentive to stay healthy and tone up, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I gotta survive the incoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;. The results for my summative was better than I dreaded, so I WANT to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tick tock, m'dear. Tick Tock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SexvYTDAsxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6eATWSQuZt0/s1600-h/160320092104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SexvYTDAsxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6eATWSQuZt0/s400/160320092104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326754922492900114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I like this picture.  That's a pink cupcake at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the lower right corner, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6331048969675614788?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6331048969675614788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6331048969675614788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6331048969675614788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6331048969675614788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/claire-de-lune.html' title='Claire De Lune'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SexvYTDAsxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6eATWSQuZt0/s72-c/160320092104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5014259584868097723</id><published>2009-04-15T00:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:11:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>I tell you, I'm an Addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get intrigued &amp;amp; hooked on something, boy, can I stick to it like a burr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I don't get my fill of it, I undergo some serious withdrawal effects. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt; Can't concentrate much on other, more &lt;em&gt;vital&lt;/em&gt; stuff (LIKE STUDYING, DAMMIT HOMOSAPIEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's taking ages to load the Facebook page; I think a pregnant woman would've delivered &lt;em&gt;twins&lt;/em&gt; and still the page would &lt;em&gt;still be loading&lt;/em&gt;. Why???? I want to &lt;strong&gt;catch more mice&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Gyaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXZ2pLKfFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ejp6JVH_qU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324901667224321106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXZ2pLKfFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ejp6JVH_qU/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from a website that features non-lethal mousetraps. Very cool looking ones. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"...&lt;em&gt;Mice&lt;/em&gt;?" you ask. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;MICE&lt;/strong&gt;. 'Cause I'm hooked to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MouseHunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, people. It's... well, intriguing? I caught 4 mice so far. Haha! So go and try it, it's a Facebook application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXX2GYeteI/AAAAAAAAAWA/eJyPUDCKO7M/s1600-h/s12358316827_3414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899458861676002" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXX2GYeteI/AAAAAAAAAWA/eJyPUDCKO7M/s400/s12358316827_3414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Other than my recent rodent trapping fascination, I was reintroduced to the stress of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXXuMbelqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7NIWZ4WTBMc/s1600-h/mage_m.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899323045910178" style="WIDTH: 39px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXXuMbelqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7NIWZ4WTBMc/s400/mage_m.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous characters have &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;passed level 30 before. Sad, I know. Now, under &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of guidance and help from my cousin &amp;amp; sister, I've passed that stage and so much more!!! I've even been reborned! O.O&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; TvT&lt;/span&gt; So, being more used to running away and being chased by weak monsters, I can finally whup their butts to high heaven! Whee~! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wizard&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, now I'm being chased by &lt;em&gt;stronger&lt;/em&gt; monsters so the senario hasn't changed much... but that's why you have your sister to &lt;strong&gt;tank&lt;/strong&gt; you! (Gosh, I'm worthless... I love you, sister mine) While she distracts the enemy, which could be a green blob with a sweet face and a beansprout on its head, I will manage to get in some really cool-looking attacks which will hopefully kill the thing but most probably will blind me too, and that's when another green blob will sneak behind and bounce me dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the stress comes when the three of us teamed up to take on the summoned Big Bosses. This is what you call &lt;em&gt;cari pasal&lt;/em&gt;. =_=" Me being the wizard, at least I get to hang back. But I'm not fast enough with my backup attacks... and all three of us lack computer mice sommore... So, with my cousin yelling for support, I get really flustered and end up using wrong attacks or slow in attacking or even attacking the &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; area or getting killed. Usually it's the latter. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kor. &gt;.&lt;" &lt;div align="left"&gt;(Okay the Facebook page is up... FINALLY. Oh, no. Now it's &lt;em&gt;redirecting&lt;/em&gt;....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta admit it was really really &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;exhilarating&lt;/strong&gt; when we rained attacks on the Big Boss; the two of them keeping it off-balance with their super fast attacks and me at the back with my super slow but screen-blinding attacks. Heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to twist the knife, now I can't connect to the RO server. Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXXyRpbbII/AAAAAAAAAV4/aRKQXj1fvIM/s1600-h/463px-The_Scream[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899393166077058" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXXyRpbbII/AAAAAAAAAV4/aRKQXj1fvIM/s400/463px-The_Scream%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah... withdrawal effects!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'm also pining for Yui's latest song... &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt; which is the OP for FMA2 and Khalil Fong's songs. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jeez. And there my Hemato &amp;amp; GI notes sit, patiently collecting dust. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt; I gotta study some tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 WEEKS TO SUMMATIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on a lighter but no less excruciating note, the ice rose is still untouchable. And its beauty is driving me mad with longing. (So what if I'm dramatic and vague.. &gt;:p) Sigh. It's killing me, really. Part of me hopes it'll fade, but another hopes it will bloom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeTF621g2kI/AAAAAAAAAVg/xW4gHBdMhZ0/s1600-h/frozen%20rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324598274401819202" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeTF621g2kI/AAAAAAAAAVg/xW4gHBdMhZ0/s400/frozen%2520rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh. And of the Vaio I put up, I don't think I'll get it. I need a bigger screen; with that one so small, I'd be wearing coke-bottle glasses in the end and be trying to shove in plate-thick contacts and poke myself blind. I have enough trouble as it is with my existing ones. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. If you did keep up with me til the end here, thanks and congratulations. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Facebook is STILL redirecting, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 WEEKS TO SUMMATIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So get a move on, homosapien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5014259584868097723?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5014259584868097723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5014259584868097723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5014259584868097723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5014259584868097723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SeXZ2pLKfFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ejp6JVH_qU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4444942640029976469</id><published>2009-04-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:50:40.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garnet Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sdn6doobh0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ukn_Uiso_cM/s1600-h/47063[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321559821745096514" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sdn6doobh0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ukn_Uiso_cM/s400/47063%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4444942640029976469?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4444942640029976469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4444942640029976469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4444942640029976469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4444942640029976469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/garnet-red.html' title='Garnet Red'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sdn6doobh0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ukn_Uiso_cM/s72-c/47063%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4206479499805166644</id><published>2009-04-06T17:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:48:03.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Armed Chibi</title><content type='html'>I love you Studio Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, for what you did. I love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST IS BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sdn46qUb5gI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/irHjkasHpJg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321558121391056386" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sdn46qUb5gI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/irHjkasHpJg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chibi &amp;amp; his armoured bro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;HAHA, I CAN'T WAIT!!! &gt;v&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only Ouran would be as lucky....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4206479499805166644?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4206479499805166644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4206479499805166644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4206479499805166644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4206479499805166644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/metal-armed-chibi.html' title='Metal Armed Chibi'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/Sdn46qUb5gI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/irHjkasHpJg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1833547056958134423</id><published>2009-03-30T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:21:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasgow? Galway? HUH?</title><content type='html'>Many dear friends of mine got their matching results today. Nienna's going to Southampton. &lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SdGLkBgpgaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/psIcGp57cDY/s1600-h/p-pl-uni-soton.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186085898191266" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SdGLkBgpgaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/psIcGp57cDY/s400/p-pl-uni-soton.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another dear friend told me she was going to Galway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SdGLqtifNVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LpE0_zHLR94/s1600-h/nuigalway_logo_colour_irish_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186200796280146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SdGLqtifNVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LpE0_zHLR94/s400/nuigalway_logo_colour_irish_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost &lt;strong&gt;no one knew&lt;/strong&gt; where Galway was. One fellow even asked &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it was. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, was confused and mixed up Galway and Glasgow. XD My poor friend had to explain again and again to me that they were &lt;em&gt;two different universities&lt;/em&gt;, each being in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two different continents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two of her batchmates screaming elatedly as they were both going to Glasgow, and I plucked at her sleeve (we were looking out for anyone else who was bound for Galway) and exclaimed, "You're going with them! You're going with them!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm lucky she has loads of self-restraint. If not, I'd be in the ICU by now, being the silat pro she is. So sorry, m'dear. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they'll all be vanishing soon, one by one. :( I'm in a kinda bittersweet mood now, as I'm glad they've all made it but I'm also sad because they'll be leaving. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the M107 PMS students; &lt;strong&gt;Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friends; &lt;strong&gt;Congrats!&lt;/strong&gt; (and don't you DARE forget me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss y'all. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1833547056958134423?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1833547056958134423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1833547056958134423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1833547056958134423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1833547056958134423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/glasgow-galway-huh.html' title='Glasgow? Galway? HUH?'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SdGLkBgpgaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/psIcGp57cDY/s72-c/p-pl-uni-soton.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1791602724866728617</id><published>2009-03-26T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:38:25.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolt</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough that coffee is like cigarettes to me now; they shouldn't be able to give me an &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; heart-attack just by meeting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S. NOT. FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; !! Calm dawn, heart of mine, calm down... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1791602724866728617?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1791602724866728617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1791602724866728617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1791602724866728617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1791602724866728617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/jolt.html' title='Jolt'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-260088209365040101</id><published>2009-03-21T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:26:26.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forked Path</title><content type='html'>I'm facing a fork on the road where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SceM4ZHTLyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wzm-QByxr_I/s1600-h/470759093_b01c0dbb22_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316372785576226594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SceM4ZHTLyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wzm-QByxr_I/s400/470759093_b01c0dbb22_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO, NOT THIS ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScSniULPmQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3tsMYLys5go/s1600-h/2600396276_c3d1f64770_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315557668177287426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScSniULPmQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3tsMYLys5go/s400/2600396276_c3d1f64770_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's more like it...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know which branch to take. Both will converge again into the main road I journey upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One leads into uncertainity. I might slip and fall down into a deep, wet ditch. I might find a rainbow in a flower-filled meadow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is more certain. It is straight and true. Nothing will change. And I will glimpse little rays of sunshine from the other path along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the&lt;strong&gt; former&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, some say. &lt;em&gt;Brave the challenge; meet it head on. You could gain much&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...But I'm afraid to take the step, and of what might I meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the &lt;strong&gt;latter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, some say. &lt;em&gt;Life is good now; why risk the balance you have now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...But I'm tempted; what would have happened if I chose differently? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, pondering. Here I am, torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SceM-62n5II/AAAAAAAAAUo/KG2NMTvTfwI/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316372897712301186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SceM-62n5II/AAAAAAAAAUo/KG2NMTvTfwI/s400/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to choose soon; there's a storm at my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SceNDrBA7rI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JYi4vd0KOa8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316372979360263858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SceNDrBA7rI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JYi4vd0KOa8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-260088209365040101?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/260088209365040101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=260088209365040101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/260088209365040101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/260088209365040101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/forked-path.html' title='Forked Path'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SceM4ZHTLyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wzm-QByxr_I/s72-c/470759093_b01c0dbb22_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6521698050900018005</id><published>2009-03-20T16:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:51:48.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNT6GW8IqI/AAAAAAAAATw/wdEawpvbCT0/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315184242831663778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNT6GW8IqI/AAAAAAAAATw/wdEawpvbCT0/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's driving me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a feeling I shouldn't go to the feedback, but I did anyway. YAY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never knew I had a thing for self-injury. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Halfway through the super-accelerated question bombing, I wanted to perfrom &lt;em&gt;harakiri &lt;/em&gt;already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks sir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNUBfcV5yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kBpq4vSsWZU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315184369824294690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNUBfcV5yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kBpq4vSsWZU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything's not as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They have secrets hidden in nooks and crannies, and jump out at you with a vengence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNUEfeKUrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FRNRJvlJcFs/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315184421371531954" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNUEfeKUrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FRNRJvlJcFs/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am, scattering and tossing points like I don't need every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WONDERFUL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNT9oZJBzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Udgo0lgT4X0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315184303507310386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNT9oZJBzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Udgo0lgT4X0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to relax, but I think I did that too much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I never actually believed that Medicine was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's freakishly, irritatingly, tear-reducing, mind-numbing difficult and it's the easiet way to break a person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I haven't broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm NOT gonna &lt;strong&gt;break&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm gonna SEE this HELL through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, so long, my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello, books and panda-eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* the furniture pics I got from a friend. Nice, no? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6521698050900018005?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6521698050900018005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6521698050900018005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6521698050900018005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6521698050900018005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/rant-and-little-emo-ing.html' title='RANT'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/ScNT6GW8IqI/AAAAAAAAATw/wdEawpvbCT0/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8042767420051774185</id><published>2009-03-12T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:53:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drought</title><content type='html'>I faced a drought all last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't spot him anywhere... and apparently missed him when I went home earlier once. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick, and wanted something to cheer me up... and he always does put a smile on my face (albeit a hidden one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drought ended yesterday night. :) And the BEST part is, it was totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to find treasures are stumbling into them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping another happy accident will happen today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;strong&gt;PRAY&lt;/strong&gt; for me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAM IS TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8042767420051774185?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8042767420051774185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8042767420051774185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8042767420051774185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8042767420051774185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/draught.html' title='Drought'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2942647624127457790</id><published>2009-03-10T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:00:29.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jyu Oh Sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SbYOo8DstiI/AAAAAAAAATo/e0_517FWw0k/s1600-h/JyuOhSei_Thor_400x570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311448907009275426" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SbYOo8DstiI/AAAAAAAAATo/e0_517FWw0k/s400/JyuOhSei_Thor_400x570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jyu Oh Sei... only 11 episodes; short and sweet. I was trying to find the 12th and then found out it was only till the 11th. Guh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The ending was nice though, the twist on Thor I kinda expected, but about Third's erm, truth I didn't expect.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't like Tiz and I didn't like her fate either. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not bad an anime, but nothing that special either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; how Thor turns out though. Heh heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, back to studying... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2942647624127457790?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2942647624127457790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2942647624127457790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2942647624127457790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2942647624127457790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/jyu-oh-sei.html' title='Jyu Oh Sei'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SbYOo8DstiI/AAAAAAAAATo/e0_517FWw0k/s72-c/JyuOhSei_Thor_400x570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8030901160058680689</id><published>2009-03-06T19:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:47:46.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>Dear Guardian Angel of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will the sky be light tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the weather be warm tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I see him tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be glad tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I be rid of this unease tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310054868753831474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SbEaxO3n1jI/AAAAAAAAATg/4r8QHTxDJfU/s400/kuroshitsuji_66%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Guardian Angel : &lt;em&gt;Will you FINALLY get down to STUDYING tomorrow? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or, preferably, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TT_TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meanie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8030901160058680689?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8030901160058680689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8030901160058680689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8030901160058680689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8030901160058680689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/guardian-angel.html' title='Guardian Angel'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SbEaxO3n1jI/AAAAAAAAATg/4r8QHTxDJfU/s72-c/kuroshitsuji_66%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8353722867787423641</id><published>2009-03-05T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:33:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual 'Event'</title><content type='html'>I fell sick. Every year, around this time, I seem to fall &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; ill; like down-and-out with a mind-numbing fever and a burning body. This year didn't let me down either. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I went home. On Friday, to be precise. My throat was already feeling skritchy then, but hey, I decided it was a minor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;bomb&lt;/strong&gt; dropped&lt;/em&gt; on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I woke up Staurday with a mild fever. It quickly rose, and landed me unconcious on the bed for almost the whole day. By the time I woke up, it was late evening and I could only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. That's how bad it became. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum convinced me (I didn't want to go) to see a doctorthat night; so we went to the emergency department at a hospital nearby, since it was around 9pm. LOL, I was like, "The ER? O.O What ever FOR??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took my BP with an automated machine which, I swear, almost twisted my arm off. &lt;strong&gt;Stupid thing&lt;/strong&gt;. Then the doctor took a quick look and prescribed me some antibiotics (Augmentin) and some anti-inflammatory lozenges, which by the way, are green and tastes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY YUCKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the shock of my life when I saw the bill; freaking RM98.50!! The bloody meds cost Rm63 and the damn consultation was RM30!! What the hell?? Now I understand the saying I heard, "These days it's better to die than get well..." The thought of the bill alone will kill the patient, no need the dangerous chemo and what-nots!   =_______=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to uni, and on Sunday, I was croaking like a landed old crow. =___= Amused a friend till she cried. My fever rose till I felt delirious at night, till I remember waking up at 6am and popping in a Panadol in hopes it'll go down and grabbed a cloth-wrapped piece of ice to melt on my forehead. Then I got a little worried and flipped through the S&amp;amp;S for malaria and dengue, just to prove my fears wrong. After being bitten by mozzies so much till I practically NUKE my room before I sleep in it and hope &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; survive the fumes, of course there was that tiny nagging fear they &lt;strong&gt;might have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gotten to me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So of course I had to check. So joint pains, no rash. All clear. I hope.   =____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my fever is almost totally gone and my throat is much better, only that it's easily itchy. So I dry-cough every time I talk or breathe through my mouth. I still have some lozenges left. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is threatening to misbehave too, so I'm keeping an eye on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T HAD COFFEE SINCE THIS STARTED. I. WANT. COFFEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are NEXT FREAKING WEEK, and I haven't finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TT_TT          &lt;strong&gt;OH WOE IS ME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8353722867787423641?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8353722867787423641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8353722867787423641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8353722867787423641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8353722867787423641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/annual-event.html' title='Annual &apos;Event&apos;'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3109621000184809079</id><published>2009-02-26T13:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:14:59.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lack of things to post, I shall reveal my latest addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am addicted to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Avatar : The Last Airbender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlUD7sw2I/AAAAAAAAASw/-rJ9PQCJF9Y/s1600-h/avatar800x600[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306970237486023522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlUD7sw2I/AAAAAAAAASw/-rJ9PQCJF9Y/s400/avatar800x600%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet Aang, the 12-year old savior-of-the-world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This series is light-hearted, simple, yet entertaining. Their charcacters are fresh, and less-angsty than the usual anime characters I'm accustomed to. Aang, Katara, Zuko, and even the non-bender Sokka are quite agile and not at all helpless, something I appreciate. The graphics are clean and bright, and the storylines are varied in nature. :) The stories are meaningful and simple. I don't think I can describe them well enough to do them justice; you'll have to watch them yourself.  :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially like the episode where many short stories based on each character were featured; I think Iroh's story was the saddest one of all. :( I like Iroh; I think he is a good teacher and a great source of inspiration, advice and laughs. He also makes great tea! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaZW7rPkOxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FEpB8XNYU8Y/s1600-h/250px-IrohWhiteLotus[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307024794122992402" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaZW7rPkOxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FEpB8XNYU8Y/s400/250px-IrohWhiteLotus%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iroh, the Dragon of the West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avatar spans 3 seasons; Book 1 of Water, Book 2 of Earth, and Book 3 of Fire. All in all, 61 episodes. They air on Nickelodeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have light moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlZbvteNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/E2Q5UD0fzkQ/s1600-h/AvatarTheLastAirbender[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306970329777535186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlZbvteNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/E2Q5UD0fzkQ/s400/AvatarTheLastAirbender%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aang, Katara(bottom left), and Sokka(bottom right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and serious ones as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlepP2H-I/AAAAAAAAATA/HOaf_UaNcyY/s1600-h/Avatar-TheLastAirbender6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306970419301326818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlepP2H-I/AAAAAAAAATA/HOaf_UaNcyY/s400/Avatar-TheLastAirbender6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left to right : Toph, Aang, Sokka, Katara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you watch through the seasons, you watch Aang and Co. grow and mature, through heartaches, sorrow and joy. And the battle scenes are cool too! :) Zuko's the perfect, persistent, conflicted anti-hero that you never want to have at your heels. &gt;_&lt;" He's also damn lucky to have such a caring uncle as Iroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlkkN3dkI/AAAAAAAAATI/hNoXUbbDfns/s1600-h/AirbenderPoster[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306970521030063682" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlkkN3dkI/AAAAAAAAATI/hNoXUbbDfns/s400/AirbenderPoster%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;July 2010.&lt;/span&gt; WHY-FREAKING-&lt;strong&gt;JULY&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt;??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I. Can't. Wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;TvT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actor for Aang is a cute 12-year old (they got the age right) unknown, Noah Ringer. Nicola Peltz will fill in for Katara while Jackson Rathbone plays her brother, Sokka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Btw, Mr. Rathbone played Jasper Hale in Twilight. I cannot imagine the pale-skinned, laid-back vampire becoming the tanned, clumsy, complaining Sokka. O.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I guess stage makeup really is magic. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, thanks to the cruel trailers, I will have to patiently wait for next year. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3109621000184809079?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3109621000184809079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3109621000184809079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3109621000184809079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3109621000184809079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SaYlUD7sw2I/AAAAAAAAASw/-rJ9PQCJF9Y/s72-c/avatar800x600%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3327855188247824402</id><published>2009-02-21T16:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:10:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belugas</title><content type='html'>Remember the beluga whale blowing bubbles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ-2VsM9nII/AAAAAAAAASg/4Bnb5xMH538/s1600-h/610x[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305159369824771202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ-2VsM9nII/AAAAAAAAASg/4Bnb5xMH538/s400/610x%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choose you! &lt;strong&gt;Bubble Attack&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCAUleX5h8A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCAUleX5h8A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. CUTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3327855188247824402?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3327855188247824402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3327855188247824402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3327855188247824402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3327855188247824402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/belugas.html' title='Belugas'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ-2VsM9nII/AAAAAAAAASg/4Bnb5xMH538/s72-c/610x%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7491885804285153606</id><published>2009-02-20T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:33:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble</title><content type='html'>I just learnt today that blood can &lt;strong&gt;'boil'&lt;/strong&gt;. (O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when scuba divers rise too rapidly from the deep sea that the gases in their blood form bubbles, and voila, 'boiling blood'!  Creepily cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it'll be mighty painful... So, to all you scuba divers out there, &lt;strong&gt;ASCEND SLOWLY&lt;/strong&gt; please. If you do panic and rise rapidly anyway, do it somewhere near the hospital where I will be at; at least I'll be able to see you and learn about decompression sickness first-hand. I mean, if it's gonna happen to you and you can't avoid it, my as well get some benefit out of it, right? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ever so thankful. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ6B6yJPFbI/AAAAAAAAASA/XtP8aJGYO8A/s1600-h/adventure,chihuahua,costume,cute,dive,diver-3b8410e5e5f0fd9d136ac9a629f2252b_h[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304820257981928882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ6B6yJPFbI/AAAAAAAAASA/XtP8aJGYO8A/s400/adventure,chihuahua,costume,cute,dive,diver-3b8410e5e5f0fd9d136ac9a629f2252b_h%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ6CAmyjwII/AAAAAAAAASI/J-6dDArOZCI/s1600-h/scuba-diving-cat[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304820358013239426" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ6CAmyjwII/AAAAAAAAASI/J-6dDArOZCI/s400/scuba-diving-cat%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of bubbles, I had a rotten start to this day... BUT was kinda cured in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about location, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;location&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;location&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;company&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; beside you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ6CSDBnxjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0y2ly__x3rM/s1600-h/article-0-02158D4C00000578-5_468x337_popup[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304820657650386482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ6CSDBnxjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0y2ly__x3rM/s400/article-0-02158D4C00000578-5_468x337_popup%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beluga bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yay me. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7491885804285153606?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7491885804285153606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7491885804285153606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7491885804285153606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7491885804285153606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/bubble.html' title='Bubble'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZ6B6yJPFbI/AAAAAAAAASA/XtP8aJGYO8A/s72-c/adventure,chihuahua,costume,cute,dive,diver-3b8410e5e5f0fd9d136ac9a629f2252b_h%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1393917240618632496</id><published>2009-02-18T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:57:16.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Frames</title><content type='html'>I'm in the library now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Pretty Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Eyes wears glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chomel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &gt;///&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1393917240618632496?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1393917240618632496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1393917240618632496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1393917240618632496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1393917240618632496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-frames.html' title='Black Frames'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7311144290887479817</id><published>2009-02-18T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:21:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifesize</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZuLBjn7u5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GyMDuV8y86U/s1600-h/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303985845017754514" style="WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZuLBjn7u5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GyMDuV8y86U/s400/superman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lifesize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we stood so tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we caught a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;by the wing and held it safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;until we found it a place to land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we laid across the ocean wide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bridged the gap in record time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the people traveled across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and kissed our hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all for love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;larger than lifesize, wondersome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great in the eyes of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;larger than lifesize we become,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great in the eyes of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we smiled so bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the sun went down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rose above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the maddening crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we lit the streets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;with the sweetest glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we held the globe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and made it turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wandered through the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the men of science observed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;through telescopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all for love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;larger than lifesize, wondersome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great in the eyes of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;larger than lifesize we become,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great in the eyes of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;larger than lifesize, we become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;larger than lifesize, we become,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great in the eyes of someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~A Fine Frenzy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best song to listen to when you want to feel like a superhero. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7311144290887479817?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7311144290887479817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7311144290887479817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7311144290887479817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7311144290887479817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifesize.html' title='Lifesize'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZuLBjn7u5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GyMDuV8y86U/s72-c/superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3343084747198884493</id><published>2009-02-18T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:50:07.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie No More</title><content type='html'>I had CSU today. =) And I was lucky to get Dr. Hla. She's so sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I broke the string of being zombie-like in CSUs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SP was Eugene; he's an old pro. Hell, &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; knew &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than us. =_=" And he cracked jokes, which was good, 'cos some SPs lie there like a dead fish/living doll while we poke at them, and well, I'd take Eugene over those SPs anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my CSU was a completely relaxed session today, a &lt;strong&gt;VERY GOOD THING&lt;/strong&gt;. =) I approve of the Dr.Hla+SP Eugene combination. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;, my lucky stars. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday when I was using the uni's computers, and I had a very nice seat. =) There was this good-looking Korean dude sitting opposite me and Pretty Eyes was sitting behind me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;notice&lt;/em&gt; the people around me okay?  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and gloat when the eyecandies are delish~ Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3343084747198884493?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3343084747198884493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3343084747198884493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3343084747198884493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3343084747198884493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/zombie-no-more.html' title='Zombie No More'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-594113018504111747</id><published>2009-02-16T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:14:32.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Cell In The Sea</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to aquire it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZk8DJthrFI/AAAAAAAAARw/YQq57GyL8JA/s1600-h/a_fine_frenzy-one_cell_in_the_sea_groot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303336061049613394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZk8DJthrFI/AAAAAAAAARw/YQq57GyL8JA/s400/a_fine_frenzy-one_cell_in_the_sea_groot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As London would say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay for me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TTvTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-594113018504111747?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/594113018504111747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=594113018504111747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/594113018504111747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/594113018504111747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-cell-in-sea.html' title='One Cell In The Sea'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZk8DJthrFI/AAAAAAAAARw/YQq57GyL8JA/s72-c/a_fine_frenzy-one_cell_in_the_sea_groot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5735663294903677131</id><published>2009-02-16T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:03:18.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, Don't Hyperventilate</title><content type='html'>Respiration system Week starts today. =( It started with Embryology, my &lt;em&gt;favourite&lt;/em&gt; subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make up for a lack of content in this post, smile over this. I know I did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZk4oJK3NWI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y1ygfy3T528/s1600-h/00585.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303332298512872802" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 484px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZk4oJK3NWI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y1ygfy3T528/s400/00585.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Good day, folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5735663294903677131?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5735663294903677131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5735663294903677131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5735663294903677131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5735663294903677131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/breathe.html' title='Breathe, Don&apos;t Hyperventilate'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZk4oJK3NWI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y1ygfy3T528/s72-c/00585.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6849304637514133527</id><published>2009-02-14T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:27:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zimbo Trio's &lt;em&gt;Que Maravilha/ Chove Chuva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6849304637514133527?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6849304637514133527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6849304637514133527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6849304637514133527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6849304637514133527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-one.html' title='Another one...'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7594077458630145263</id><published>2009-02-14T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:35:20.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin McCarley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this album on the uni's computer desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erin McCarley's &lt;em&gt;Love, Save The Empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZY7ybB3SkI/AAAAAAAAARg/yOOV73hLsW0/s1600-h/49436117d7752[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302491348710410818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZY7ybB3SkI/AAAAAAAAARg/yOOV73hLsW0/s400/49436117d7752%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a try listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whaddya know, hey, she's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =) This one's got my reccomendation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7594077458630145263?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7594077458630145263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7594077458630145263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7594077458630145263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7594077458630145263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/erin-mccarley.html' title='Erin McCarley'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SZY7ybB3SkI/AAAAAAAAARg/yOOV73hLsW0/s72-c/49436117d7752%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4305887018702447872</id><published>2009-02-13T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:53:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY SCARY SCARY SCARY GYAAA</title><content type='html'>I just came out from watching a Pathology quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so FREAKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who joined it are like demi-gods. I'm like a single-celled microorganism to them. They could identify the gross pictures the lecturer put up and also the cause and describe them in the time &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; took to think, "Ewww." I feel very frustratingly insignificant and de-evolved right now. Errrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graaaarrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn right now; should I cry hysterically or laugh hysterically? Or should I do both...? Tempting, very tempting. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TT_TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't fair. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4305887018702447872?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4305887018702447872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4305887018702447872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4305887018702447872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4305887018702447872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/scary-scary-scary-scary-gyaaa.html' title='SCARY SCARY SCARY SCARY GYAAA'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5001600754802547314</id><published>2009-02-11T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:46:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Day</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is it with me and CSUs. I almost always go through CSUs in a tired haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was like a century-old (but better-looking, lol) zombie shambling around in uni. I didn't sleep late last night. I took a decent breakfast. Hmph. I guess I'm just not a morning person...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exam's looming up soon, and I HAVE TO ACE THIS ONE. =(  I gotta. So that means I am involuntarily a morning-person starting from now onwards. I mean, starting from tomorrow. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all is NOT lost! I found me a new eyecandy! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know who he is, but I know he's got &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt; eyes. =) Very pretty. And I found out that my old faci is still in uni, for the Sem 5 people. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky souls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nice to know there ARE cute guys IN my neighborhood, and isn't unfairly concentrated halfway across the world. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So god didn't forget me after all. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5001600754802547314?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5001600754802547314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5001600754802547314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5001600754802547314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5001600754802547314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/zombie-day.html' title='Zombie Day'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-827889882339165300</id><published>2009-01-19T23:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:54:42.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest Examinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last week, I had CSU and we were to learn to perform chest examinations, for the cardiovascular system. I revised the day before, hoping it'll be enough and that the doctor teaching us would not demand we chuck our manuals aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FAT HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That was the first thing she told us; "Put aside you manuals.." &lt;em&gt;I should've known&lt;/em&gt;... =_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't know whether to count myself lucky or not; my SP was a decently cute fellow. :p He was an eyecandy and a distraction rolled into one. The former was good; I sincerely believe, and this ain't just justification, lol, that having eyecandies is vital to keep stress away. Hehe. The latter... well, being distracted in class is never good, right? *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I got called up second to complete the examination. I was like, "&lt;em&gt;not me not me not- shit."&lt;/em&gt; The doctor - I don't know her name, but she's was a nice, though kinda intimidating lady- told me to begin. That meant I had to inspect the chest. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let me set this straight:&lt;br /&gt;1. I slept late the previous night. So I was kinda &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. I woke up late; half an hour before my class when I was supposed to wake one and a half hour earlier. So I &lt;strong&gt;did not have breakfast&lt;/strong&gt; yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. The fellow was &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So if you add those factors together : Tired + Hungry + Cute SP = &lt;strong&gt;Almost Delirious&lt;/strong&gt; Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Then you &lt;em&gt;ask me to stare at the fellow's chest&lt;/em&gt;. =////= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My brain goes blank and initiates partial shutdown and you get a very blur, very panicked zombie, who is trying not to blush and figure out the correct answer : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me : He has no scarrings..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Doctor : No.. *shakes head and looks on expectingly* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me : Er, he has no deformities...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Doctor : Noooo... *looks at me desparingly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me : Er... *&lt;em&gt;draws on a blank &amp;amp; looks to her very quiet friends&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Everyone : *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ugh. How was I to know she specifically wanted me to say, "He has no visible pulsations." ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All my answers I gave her &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; in the manual and in Tally's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Graaah. Even the Sp laughed! =_=" Seems like I've got lots to learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And I didn't touch the SP much, I mean, most of us didn't manage to actually perform the examination on the SP. All I touched was his apex beat with my finger. =_=" Didn't even use the steth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm gonna havta snag a junior to be my SP slave soon. And he's got to at least have a &lt;em&gt;decent&lt;/em&gt; bod- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey, it's so I can &lt;em&gt;hear and examine &lt;/em&gt;his heart better, okay? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; ulterior motives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-827889882339165300?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/827889882339165300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=827889882339165300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/827889882339165300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/827889882339165300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/chest-examinations.html' title='Chest Examinations'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1785287027837425855</id><published>2009-01-19T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:28:03.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Chilli's &amp; Beyond!!</title><content type='html'>I went to Chilli's in Midvalley last Saturday. The last time I went there was when OJ last came to Kl and we all gathered... like a year ago from this recent Chilli's trip. And so we gathered again, for the bigshot (OJ) had deigned to grace us with his presence again. LOL. Expensive taste, this friend of mine... and a quite player too; SO BEWARE GIRLS! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had lunch there, and the guys had a delectable treat for the eyes too. XD There was a pretty girl -I think she was one of the managers or some rank higher than a waitress; we call her The Chilli's Chick- who had, well, the curves and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Dress To Pull It Off Together With A Distractingly Tied Scarf&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. You gotta give it to that gal; she KNOWS how to utilise a scarf well (I'm assuming she tied it around her waist on purpose). OJ was practically drooling- okay, okay maybe not drooling, but he looked like he &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to- he was fixated on her. LOL. I though you said you were on a &lt;strong&gt;break&lt;/strong&gt;, OJ! &lt;em&gt;tsk tsk tsk...&lt;/em&gt; Everytime she passed out table, we would break out in laughter, considering how the guys' heads turned as if they were sunflowers and she the sun. I wonder if she knew what we were having a fit over or was even bothered. I bet she's used to it. :p Maybe Chilli's hired her to distract the customers from the figures on the bill or to ease the pain of the person footing it. XD Sneaky, Chilli's... sneaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was amazed by the food. Oho, the refills! The &lt;strong&gt;nacho'&lt;/strong&gt;s! I thought OJ was right when he said one could have lunch with just the nachos, as they're refillable... until Suisse ordered an appetizer -I forget the name- that was decribed as a type of 'egg-roll'. THA LIAARS. It was &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; like an egg-roll. It was more like cheese-stuffed mini buns which I promptly fell in love with. If Suisse wasn't the one who ordered it to share with everyone (see how nice she is?) and it was me, I'd fight tooth-and-nail and probably use the conveniently-placed knife and fork too, for &lt;em&gt;every one&lt;/em&gt; of those babies. Yeah, it's THAT good. :D As it was, I only took one, and my wallet disagreed with me on ordering another. :( I have a very stingy and mean wallie. He &lt;em&gt;bites&lt;/em&gt;.  ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for my real lunch (after stealing lotsa OJ's nachos and one of Suisse's 'egg-rolls'), I had the aptly named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swiss-cheese burger with mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;. I was torn between the Swiss-cheese and the Oldtimer burger; the latter was cheaper, and the former had &lt;em&gt;MUSHROOMS&lt;/em&gt;. It had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSHROOMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Guess what decided me; and you only have one guess. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It. Was. Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damndamndamndamndamndamndamn delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was HUGE. It was YUMMY. And I was HUNGRY. And the rest, they say, is HISTORY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really really good! Every cent of that RM22++ bill &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the ensuing days of eating sandy-oatmeal biscuits&lt;/span&gt; was worth it and justified. I shall never be satisfied with Burger King's mushroom burger no more; it shall only serve as a painful reminder of what a REAL MUSHROOM BURGER SHOULD TASTE LIKE. ALL HAIL THE CHILLI'S VERSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as it is, I couldn't completely finish the burger. Well, at least I polished off all the meat and mushrooms... And even so, I was still felt full throughout that day &lt;em&gt;and the next too&lt;/em&gt;. I felt no hunger pangs whatsoever. How cool is that? LOL. I plan to bring my family, of at least my sisters to a Chili's oulet someday; I'm positive it'll be a hit for them too. LOL. Then we can all be happy and bloated for the next day as well... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll get to see and giggle at The Chilli's Chick too. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1785287027837425855?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1785287027837425855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1785287027837425855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1785287027837425855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1785287027837425855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-chillis-beyond.html' title='To Chilli&apos;s &amp; Beyond!!'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3597225111436115461</id><published>2009-01-12T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:49:09.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nights and early mornings...</title><content type='html'>Something really funny happened to me over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept late the night before, and set my alarm at 9am. The next morning, when my aunt, who has a knack for waking me up just before my alarm rings, woke me, I was mumbling, "Uh, uh, okay, I'm awake..." But in my head I was so groggy I was thinking, "fascicular block, fascicular block..." for several moments. =__="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fascicular block is a type of heart block and I'd researched and discussed it on friday in my PBL session...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my PBLs are getting to me. =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3597225111436115461?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3597225111436115461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3597225111436115461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3597225111436115461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3597225111436115461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-nights-and-early-mornings.html' title='Late nights and early mornings...'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6161950613385617311</id><published>2009-01-10T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:59:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke</title><content type='html'>I am broke now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent close to RM 300 &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. All on BOOKS. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, medical books ain't that cheap and that bloody Davidson's weighs a ton. I swear, I will develop muscles &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; my arm muscles just by carrying that mammoth book around. Thank God my copy is not hard covered. I also finally, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;, got a decent CSU-related book; Tally's, along with a neat book on embryology. I'll need that latter book if I'm EVER to understand that subject. HOW CAN SOMETHING SO SMALL BE SO DARN DIFFICULT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;get two more books... &lt;em&gt;'The Way Of The Shadows'&lt;/em&gt; by Brent Weeks and at last, what I was pining for &lt;strong&gt;two whole months&lt;/strong&gt;, Drizzt's &lt;em&gt;'Siege Of Darkness'.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Swu&lt;/em&gt;-eet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... to survive the month on milky oatmeal and oat biscuits that taste like sweetened packed sand... =__="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6161950613385617311?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6161950613385617311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6161950613385617311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6161950613385617311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6161950613385617311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1130604926307222311</id><published>2009-01-09T02:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:06:23.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have fallen in love with these two songs, sung by &lt;em&gt;A Fine Frenzy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWZLRbmS-tI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XuBaKG1Sc4I/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288997575231470290" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWZLRbmS-tI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XuBaKG1Sc4I/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Alison Sudol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They make my heart &lt;em&gt;ache&lt;/em&gt; when I listen to them, but they're addictive. And the words really fit the mood in Twillight's second book; Newmoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I am taken over by the Twillight series. I went through all 4 books and the Midnight Sun draft in like, give or take, 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was so addicted to it I must be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyhow, here's the lyrics to the said songs; they are, once again, &lt;strong&gt;unbearably&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;heartbrokenly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~ Almost Lover ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Images &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Clever trick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can't you just let me be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My back is turned on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We walked along a crowded street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You took my hand and danced with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Images &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And when you left, you kissed my lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You told me you would never, ever forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;These images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can't you just let me be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My back is turned on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cannot go to the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Without you on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Did I make it that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Easy to walk right in and out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of my life? \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can't you just let me be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My back is turned on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ Near To You ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He and I had something beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I loved him so but I let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause I knew he'd never love me back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Such pain as this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shouldn't have to be experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm still reeling from the loss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Still a little bit delirious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Near to you, I am healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause though he's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You and I have something different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm enjoying it cautiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm battle scarred, I am working oh so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To get back to who I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He's disappearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fading steadily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm so close to being yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Won't you stay with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause near to you, I am healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause though he's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I only know that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Better where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I only know that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Better where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I only know that I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Where you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Near to you, I am healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though he's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's hard to move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Near to you, I am healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause though he's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pbl tomorrow, Pbl tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWZLRbmS-tI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XuBaKG1Sc4I/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6606310227733984406</id><published>2008-11-27T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:54:58.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I went to watch the movie Twilight today without any expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that that Robert Pattinson is goddamned smoking hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hot as Cedric Diggory; he is way way hotter as Edward Cullen in Twilight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 'dad', the original vampire who turned him, Dr. Cullen is damned hot too. I mean, he got the whole cinema going "Awwww!" "Whoa..." and I'm sure all the gals went "KYAAAA~" in their hearts yeah? And all he did was walk through the hospital doors in a lab coat, k? I never knew lab coats could look so smexy on a guy... XD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other than that... Twilight was dead. There. I typed it. Twilight is dead; it has a lame plot, meaningless scenes(good only for us gals who wanna see edward more), and I dunno, it felt rather empty. I hope the book's better. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we're only ever there in the first place for Edward and his dad, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6606310227733984406?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6606310227733984406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6606310227733984406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6606310227733984406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6606310227733984406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7703125795350762185</id><published>2008-11-24T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:02:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. So I'll graciously do one of the tags which are btw, piling up ever so high... O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to The Guy Who's Gonna Tattoo Our Family Reunion Photos On His Back Each Year Till, I Dunno, Reaches His Buttocks Or Something... a.k.a. my cousin Terry. (I am so digging my own grave...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO TAG BACKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was :&lt;br /&gt;* one of the tallest girl in class. Now no more. So sad. Er-HEM, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;* in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;* a bossy prefect. I regret that now, thinking back.&lt;br /&gt;* a loner. =(&lt;br /&gt;* saving up my daily 20 cents just to buy ONE keropok lekor, which was 30 cents, every two days. Yes, I agree; that is sad. Never occured to me to ask for a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I was :&lt;br /&gt;* in Form 3; got my 7 A's. =)&lt;br /&gt;* supposed to sew patterns and one stupid button on a piece of cloth for Living Skills. I never did it, and the teacher never asked me for it. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;* very very happy to leave Geography and Living Skills behind. (I chose the Science stream)&lt;br /&gt;* hormonally imbalanced. Had crushes on several guys; nothing ever happened. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;* in the school gamelan team. I miss those times; we were THE BEST in our district! THE BEST!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago I was :&lt;br /&gt;* still a teen in chronological reckonings. In my heart, I'm still one; major Peter Pan complex, remember?&lt;br /&gt;* introduced to the crazy, crazy life of university students.&lt;br /&gt;* an idiot. Made a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;* CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW. YESH YOU READ RIGHT. XD &lt;br /&gt;* convinced I would end up contented and single till I die. Part of me still is. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was :&lt;br /&gt;* watching Coffee Prince with my 3rd sister till 4am; yes, I got her hooked on the soap drama... *rolls eyes* She's more excited about it than me; she calls it 'korean-crisis'. I just dig the Korean/Japanese waffle guy. XD&lt;br /&gt;* unable to shi- erm, use the upstairs toilet because the water supply was out.&lt;br /&gt;* very very happie whenever I look at my three new books I got from Borders, Singapore for 40% discount for one and 10% for the others. Finished Warpsword; A Tale Of Malus Darkblade already. I'm reading Tales of Earthsea now. Whieeee~!!! XD XD&lt;br /&gt;* unsure whether I should bathe my dog Shadow yet or not. I'll have to do it tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;* not doing anything else of much import, apparently, 'cause I can't recall anything significant to put down here. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 most recent songs I listen to :&lt;br /&gt;* Disturbia by Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;* Closer by Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;* Transylvania by McFly&lt;br /&gt;* Tifa's Theme from FF Advent Children; trying to play it.&lt;br /&gt;* Oh Timberland by duh, Timberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs I know the words to :&lt;br /&gt;* Pulangkan by Misha Omar &amp; Izzad Izzudin &lt;br /&gt;* May It Be by Enya&lt;br /&gt;* Sunny by Bunga C. Lestari&lt;br /&gt;* Shadow Of The Day by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;* Kiss From A Rose by Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ideal places to run away to :&lt;br /&gt;* Into a really good book.&lt;br /&gt;* The realm of Hypnos; He and I are well-aquainted. =p&lt;br /&gt;* Neverland. Peter, where are you?; I'm ready. =p&lt;br /&gt;* Ouran Host Club. You will not be able to stop laughing there.&lt;br /&gt;* The sea. Just me on a small white sailboat which will never fail me; we will drift wherever the wind wills us, under the stars and sun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 items I really want :&lt;br /&gt;* Knee-length boots that'll look good on me.&lt;br /&gt;* The book Starless Night in The Legends Of Drizzt series.&lt;br /&gt;* A real life-sized katana. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;* Eyeliner, mascara and a nude-coloured lipstick. But I don't know how to use the first two... =__="&lt;br /&gt;* Time. Time. Time. Time. When I need it, and when I don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i should be doing now :&lt;br /&gt;* Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;* According to my 3rd sister, 'watching the last two episodes of Coffee Prince so we can be done and over with it!'&lt;br /&gt;* Changing into my pajamas. &lt;br /&gt;* Brushing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;* Eating something; I'm hungry... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys in life :&lt;br /&gt;* I passed my exam with better results than I dared hope. ^_^ Must work harder though. &lt;br /&gt;* My family. They may be a PAIN IN THE NETHER REGIONS sometimes, but they're mine to love and annoy; and face it, I'm stuck with the lot of them. =p&lt;br /&gt;* Music. I am blessed to have been able to play some beautiful instruments.&lt;br /&gt;* My extended family, the people I call my friends. I love you all! =)&lt;br /&gt;* Learning, bit by bit. Life is beautiful; and it's all mine to taste and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people im tagging :&lt;br /&gt;* Tristan Ng.&lt;br /&gt;* Kieran Ng.&lt;br /&gt;* Jacqueline Lai.&lt;br /&gt;* Beatrix Ong.&lt;br /&gt;* Anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. Now I'm gonna have to give in and start Coffee Prince. =__="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, dudes and dudettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7703125795350762185?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7703125795350762185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7703125795350762185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7703125795350762185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7703125795350762185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-bored.html' title='5 Things Tag'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6551559085952717316</id><published>2008-11-23T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:42:42.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Tag, Long Comments</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by The Girl Who Doesn't Do Many Tags, a.k.a. my dear cousin. So I gotta do this one. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think you're hot?&lt;br /&gt;............................sometimes. =___=" I suspect it has to do with my hormone cycles... Haha! I don't dwell on it though. I'm no looker but I ain't a hag either. =) And I'm happy the way I am. =) If I feel not-so-pretty, I ignore the mirror. It works. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Upload your favourite picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you like that picture?&lt;br /&gt;'cause it' not there. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday! whoot! We came back late from Singapore so we ordered Shakey's. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Hot &amp; Cold by Katy Perry. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you doing now besides this?&lt;br /&gt;Planning my next post and sending mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What name would you prefer besides yours?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Legolas. LOL. Nah, I like my name well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to tag: (ignore me if you want; I don't mind)&lt;br /&gt;1. Jacqueline Lai&lt;br /&gt;2. Tristan Ng&lt;br /&gt;3. Kay!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Beatrix Ong&lt;br /&gt;5. ....Akeda. =__=" I ran out of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is number one?&lt;br /&gt;A person whose hand and pencil give birth to colonies and colonies and COLONIES of 'ants' on her lecture papers. She can draw really REALLY well; she gave me Neiji's and Sephiroth's portraits. Only thing is, she keeps flashing me with pictures of guys I don't know on her hp. An absolute treasure tho, this one. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Number 3 is having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;A hawt, tall, sexy Aussie hunk. LOL! I don't know; don't kill me Kay!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Say something about number five.&lt;br /&gt;He's my plushie doggie who is, surprisingly, very popular with my girlfriends. I think he's getting more smug by the day, that unfaithful big-nosed ball of synthetic fur... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How about number four?&lt;br /&gt;She kicked- no, LANDED on my chest with her two size 8 feet on this day exactly one year ago. Yeah, I HAVEN'T FORGOT. Imagine, you're sleeping peacefully on the floor (with a mattress between) on your back, spread-eagled, when... WHAM! Your sister jumps off her bed onto YOU. Ah, memories.... D:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANIVERSARY, BEATRIX. DON'T DO IT EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is number two?&lt;br /&gt;A bloody taugeh king. He was, WAS, shorter than me one year, then the next, BOOM, he's like a coconut tree next to me. You'd think someone stretched him out or something... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tag done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6551559085952717316?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6551559085952717316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6551559085952717316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6551559085952717316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6551559085952717316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-tag-long-comments.html' title='Short Tag, Long Comments'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7022378616721543379</id><published>2008-11-14T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:47:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooooouch Dooooown~!</title><content type='html'>Passed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oousss-sah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year the number of Library Funguses in uni will increase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be at least, an extra red, woolly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7022378616721543379?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7022378616721543379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7022378616721543379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7022378616721543379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7022378616721543379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/tooooouch-dooooown.html' title='Tooooouch Dooooown~!'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-389172836382817281</id><published>2008-11-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:38:26.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>My results are out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm not at uni to collect it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called, but they refused to tell me my results. Come on, how difficult can it be? Just look at the damn paper and speak into the telephone receiver. Jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they'd email it to me. Wow, it must be one of those high-tech emails; so super and cool till I CAN'T SEE IT. Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to those who passed though! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-389172836382817281?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/389172836382817281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=389172836382817281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/389172836382817281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/389172836382817281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7658046062170702787</id><published>2008-11-07T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:37:16.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguin I Am Not</title><content type='html'>Here I sit, in the Artic-winter-like freezing room in my uni's computer lab. Seriously, they could store ice-cream in here and it'll never melt. So if you see the headlines tomorrow and they scream, "University student in hospital recovering from near death experience after being successfully thawed out of the popsicle she became while surfing on the net in her university's irationally freezing computer labs..."; you'll know that's ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so important, you ask? Why risk my life and endure my hated enemy; the extreme cold?&lt;br /&gt;(I tell you, when I go overseas to study, I'm gonna resemble a snowman with all the layers and layers of sweaters, scarves, mittens, gloves, jackets, and cloth I will have on... who knows, there might be a mini heater somewhere under all the cloth; hey, if I could I WILL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my sister and my cravings for manga. =p LOL. Manga'll be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to finish up my printing credits earlier on by printing out music score sheets -I still have RM12.10 left!- until I ran out of paper. Oh bummer. So I decided to download some manga that demands downloading. Heh heh heh.. now I've got several volumes of Eyeshield 21 and Hitman Reborn stashed away for the holidays... XD Hmm... ithink I should start on Naruto too... I've neglected him for awhile now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. OH. My fingers are numb. Okay, I'm gonna run out and thaw my fingers now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7658046062170702787?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7658046062170702787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7658046062170702787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7658046062170702787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7658046062170702787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/penguin-i-am-not.html' title='Penguin I Am Not'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8926873639186547824</id><published>2008-11-07T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:44:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubious Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams are overrr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so relieved and glad. But I am worried and sad too. It was &lt;strong&gt;tough&lt;/strong&gt;. Tough for me 'cause they asked &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really really detailed questions&lt;/span&gt; where if you didn't know, you &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; know, and no amount of crapping can save you. And the best part is, they asked NO PHARMACOLOGY questions... which was good, in as I usually suck there; but I MUGGED LIKE HELL ON IT THIS TIME!!! WTH!!!!! They had to ask on Behaviorial Sciences; fine with me. BUT WHY CHOOSE AN OSCURE STRESS MODEL THAT EVERYONE SKIPS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;D:&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gah. What's done is DONE. So I'll just pray hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You pray for me too, 'k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8926873639186547824?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8926873639186547824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8926873639186547824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8926873639186547824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8926873639186547824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/dubious-flight.html' title='Dubious Flight'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4919638631296466394</id><published>2008-10-31T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:36:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrow</title><content type='html'>I just read the latest Naruto chapter. If anything bad happens to Kakashi, I could strangle Kishimoto. He already killed Itachi and Jiraiya &amp;amp; made Orochimaru look the fool. If he takes Kakashi away too I might just snap and KILL him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4919638631296466394?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4919638631296466394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4919638631296466394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4919638631296466394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4919638631296466394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/scarecrow.html' title='Scarecrow'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-3799391005437665767</id><published>2008-10-30T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:24:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear fellow students,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do you people not know the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;value of silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit in the &lt;strong&gt;library&lt;/strong&gt;, where silence is supposed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reign supreme&lt;/span&gt;. Yet I am constantly irritated by chattering whispers and not-so-soft laughter. Yeah, you. Laugh, LAUGH sommore lah. We'll see who's laughing when I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITE YOUR HEAD OFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. D:&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you people &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; care about others???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough with the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; fiasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the museum, which is also located &lt;em&gt;IN the library,&lt;/em&gt; but now has the atmospheric quality of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;night market&lt;/span&gt;. Must you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;irresponsible, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unconsiderate &lt;/span&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; take your noise everywhere?? There &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; places called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISCUSSION ROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PBL ROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This makes me wish for those huge libraries in monasteries where silence is truly appreciated and respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-3799391005437665767?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3799391005437665767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=3799391005437665767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3799391005437665767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/3799391005437665767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2560760664132691286</id><published>2008-10-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:09:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Rule</title><content type='html'>Never say never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2560760664132691286?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2560760664132691286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2560760664132691286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2560760664132691286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2560760664132691286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-rule.html' title='Life&apos;s Rule'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1580348200206160114</id><published>2008-10-20T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:02:08.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter!</title><content type='html'>I just caught a glimpse of a shooting star. LOL-the-lameness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightened up my day... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1580348200206160114?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1580348200206160114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1580348200206160114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1580348200206160114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1580348200206160114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/brighter.html' title='Brighter!'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6596713007853233472</id><published>2008-10-20T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:53:40.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Aquaria</title><content type='html'>I went to KL Aquaria today(Sunday, 19 Oct) . Saw lotsa fishies(duh)! And other stuff. Quite a nice trip... couldn't peel away from some of the exhibits and some I couldn't even get near at first (petting pools). I petted a shark!!! XD I went in a group, so maybe that's why we got tickets at RM20 plus? Or that we're students? Or both? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was cool! Bring your family there for a trip out; just leave your kids at home if you can't control their behaviour and you know they're gonna cry the whole time, and also don't bother to come if you're an inconsiderate asshole who will oogle at exhibits while your tall, wide frame blocks the whole glass out of others' view; move away if there's another person behind you (especially kids) who wants to see. If you truly adhere to the simple rules; I thank you deeply. =) You're a really nice person. If you are those who don't; &lt;em&gt;EFF you&lt;/em&gt;. You don't deserve to share a planet with the former group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some of the better pictures here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTNLH9ASI/AAAAAAAAANk/GTSgMttI144/s1600-h/191020081914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259169950651449634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTNLH9ASI/AAAAAAAAANk/GTSgMttI144/s400/191020081914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has the word 'Bumblebee' somewhere in its name. Honest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTVwhra6I/AAAAAAAAANs/E6AGnzkNIHA/s1600-h/baby+turtle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259170098130414498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTVwhra6I/AAAAAAAAANs/E6AGnzkNIHA/s400/baby+turtle+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby turtle!!! It was floating around, asleeep~ Very adorable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTjG4Fr7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vtZ85xTMtig/s1600-h/diva+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259170327468289970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTjG4Fr7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vtZ85xTMtig/s400/diva+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were two turtles in this pool; this one was the diva. It kept coming towards us for more pictures. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTcy4iz8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/beWCJUfAkBE/s1600-h/191020081954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259170219022274498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTcy4iz8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/beWCJUfAkBE/s400/191020081954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This adorable clownfish was nuzzling the coral so tenderly... I was strangely touched by its affection towards its home; something we should emulate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6596713007853233472?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6596713007853233472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6596713007853233472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6596713007853233472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6596713007853233472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/kl-aquaria.html' title='KL Aquaria'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxTNLH9ASI/AAAAAAAAANk/GTSgMttI144/s72-c/191020081914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5452082823828206971</id><published>2008-10-19T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:00:03.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayakashi!!!</title><content type='html'>Watching Ayakashi now.... The first story just ended, and now I understand why they said it was scary. Interesting one, though. =) The best part is the ending. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the second story started, &lt;em&gt;'Goblin Cat'&lt;/em&gt;, I was pleasantly surprised. XD You see, the medicine man is a bishounen! LOL, I have a good reason to continue watching Ayakashi now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxWWTjVkPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zO_o-8pVJ5k/s1600-h/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_Mononoke_Dioma(1_25)__THISRES__78795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259173406067495154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxWWTjVkPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zO_o-8pVJ5k/s400/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_Mononoke_Dioma(1_25)__THISRES__78795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nice way they used to censor out violence though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bake Neko&lt;/em&gt;!!! When they mentioned this, I thought of Casanova-kun from Ouran... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next epi!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5452082823828206971?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5452082823828206971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5452082823828206971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5452082823828206971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5452082823828206971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/ayakashi.html' title='Ayakashi!!!'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPxWWTjVkPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zO_o-8pVJ5k/s72-c/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_Mononoke_Dioma(1_25)__THISRES__78795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-7135824045070404749</id><published>2008-10-18T00:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:28:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kor Kor Aun (Terence) tagged me. Fine, why not? Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RULE: Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things / habits / little known facts about yourself.People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits / things / little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.NO TAG backs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Things Known About Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I tend to stare into the bathroom mirror at night. And &lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmBv0h8moI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pHeg-vj-5QE/s1600-h/mirrors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258376698486626946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmBv0h8moI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pHeg-vj-5QE/s400/mirrors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like the way I turn out in photos; I believe I'm just not photogenic. I'm better in real life, not in reel life. =) I actually would LIKE to camwhore, but I got very disheartened at the resulting photos, so I don't really camwhore now; unless I'm with my family. When I'm with them, my zany poses all spill out; our new year photos are evidence enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCGyMyLdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5AQOG7YGCwE/s1600-h/270_Mr_SSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377092997983698" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" height="323" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCGyMyLdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5AQOG7YGCwE/s400/270_Mr_SSP.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG NUUUU-!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get depressed when I shop for clothes. It's so &lt;em&gt;tiring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCTFkLTsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WLW0zoOpCbE/s1600-h/29431843_Depressedbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377304354803394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCTFkLTsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WLW0zoOpCbE/s400/29431843_Depressedbear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've had several crushes in secondary school and still carry some on till today, though I have lost contact with the said targets. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't have a crush on anyone in my uni right now. Is that weird? There ARE cute/hawt guys in my uni, but I don't think of them anymore than mere eyecandies... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCXFkynnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mRu5LJrx_rw/s1600-h/legolas_coronation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377373076856434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCXFkynnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mRu5LJrx_rw/s400/legolas_coronation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadly, NONE of them look like this.&lt;/em&gt; =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;killer morning breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;, on any account, approach me right after I wake up from a long sleep. I can knock out a bear with just a gentle puff, lol. There, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU WERE WARNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCbn7avPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KhAO8FMhjFQ/s1600-h/police385_322158a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377451018042610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCbn7avPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KhAO8FMhjFQ/s400/police385_322158a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See? These guys are smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a thing about bathing. I find myself reluctant to get in the shower, but then, when I'm already in it, I get reluctant to leave. So I figure I'm just too lazy to take off my clothes and then put them on all again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm NOT going to be a nudist; that would cause mass hysteria/blindness and I don't deal well with cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258376904160765058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmB7yue5II/AAAAAAAAAMM/HniyvUhXbu8/s400/51MTWTAER4L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. I can spend hours in the toilet upon the porcelain throne. I'm trying not to anymore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmChllX17I/AAAAAAAAAM8/2G8wsiPbi08/s1600-h/thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377553467922354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmChllX17I/AAAAAAAAAM8/2G8wsiPbi08/s400/thinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have been betrayed before. The pain is still there; like a stab that won't heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love slow, sad, haunting songs that my friends say sound creepy/scary. I don't know why. My current fave is Misha Omar's &lt;em&gt;Pulangkan&lt;/em&gt;. Loved it way before I found out it was from the &lt;em&gt;Pontianak Sundal Harum Malam&lt;/em&gt; movie; still do anyways. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCk7tandI/AAAAAAAAANE/amUZoC2OEYM/s1600-h/Humpback_Whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377610946846162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCk7tandI/AAAAAAAAANE/amUZoC2OEYM/s400/Humpback_Whale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We love the same songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I've never had a part-time job. Lousy, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've never been to a nightclub/disco. NEVER EVER. I hope to in the future, just to know how it feels like. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've never climbed a tree. I wanna! It looks fun!!! &gt;w&lt; !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCwd7yqBI/AAAAAAAAANU/7sL0jFDCbEk/s1600-h/tree-goat-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377809112508434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmCwd7yqBI/AAAAAAAAANU/7sL0jFDCbEk/s400/tree-goat-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even goats have done it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. I'm afraid of &lt;strong&gt;dark waters&lt;/strong&gt;; like how the water looks dark blue (when you're underwater) in the deeper areas in the pool? I'd freak out and have to surface. All thanks to the dinasaur books Kor Kor Aun has; I saw a water dinasaur in there, with a man swimming next to it for size reference. I keep thinking that fishbait's ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmDA3po65I/AAAAAAAAANc/PNLFK5_mTRU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258378090893601682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmDA3po65I/AAAAAAAAANc/PNLFK5_mTRU/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if THIS comes at you, huh? &lt;strong&gt;HUH&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I think I'm too passive these days. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Beatrix Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Tristan Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Kieran Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Jacqueline Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Joyce Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I don't have anyone else to tag, (Joyce Toh got tagged by Kor Kor) you guy must do the tag &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt; to make up the 10 people-to-tag quota. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte people!!! I wanna see what you list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to studying. =__=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-7135824045070404749?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7135824045070404749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=7135824045070404749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7135824045070404749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/7135824045070404749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/15-things-tag.html' title='15 Things Tag'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPmBv0h8moI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pHeg-vj-5QE/s72-c/mirrors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-6685532970441009795</id><published>2008-10-17T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:58:08.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did my summative yesterday, and it was better than I expected! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it doesn't count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Parasito &amp;amp; Microbio questions tho... O_O   In the exam, I kept turning the pages and was like, "Shit, stop already!! Where's the Pharmaco (which I slogged over)questions??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end there were only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pharmaco questions. WTH. I always seem to concentrate and study the part where the LEAST questions are asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyways, there's only less than 3 weeks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Big One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gotta make this work! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-6685532970441009795?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6685532970441009795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=6685532970441009795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6685532970441009795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/6685532970441009795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiee.html' title='Happiee~'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-8691098145687357198</id><published>2008-10-13T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:36:36.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Woe Is ME</title><content type='html'>There's an old nursery rhyme that decribes the different natures of children born on the days of the week. There are many versions to it, but the first version I heard kinda stuck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it ain't very flattering about me. =__="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was told that I am a Wednesday's child; I was born on that day. And out of all the seven children, I HAD to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Worrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday's child is full of woe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's child is beautiful, Tuesday's child is graceful, Thursday's child will travel a lot, Friday's child is generous, Saturday's child is hardworking, and Sunday's child is supposedly an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that us Wednesdays' got the short end of the stick here; everybody else gets good virtues tacked onto 'em, but all I do is &lt;em&gt;worry&lt;/em&gt;? Talk about fairness and luck. =__="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't fair I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I have exams coming up. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TT_TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bloody Idiot is throwing empty cans out of his/her balcony. Aaah, the sudden sound of empty tin cans clanking on the ground is &lt;em&gt;sooooo pleasing. &lt;/em&gt;Yes, I can &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; concentrate better- &lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt;, you who lives above my second floor. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Die of impotence and cirrhosis, you inconsiderate alcoholic litterbug.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to cover. And the hated clock is ticking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TT_TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I discovered I work well under stress. Then again, &lt;em&gt;RAWR&lt;/em&gt;, I can't continue rushing stuff like this no more. =( So, wish me luck and perserverence, people! I WILL GET THROUGH MY EXAMS! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cos I promised myself a reward when I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPIxggVRGZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3WeH_ZCN7fI/s1600-h/dn+L+-+justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256318149599500690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPIxggVRGZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3WeH_ZCN7fI/s400/dn+L+-+justice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, L. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAWR!!! BENKYOOOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-8691098145687357198?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8691098145687357198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=8691098145687357198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8691098145687357198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/8691098145687357198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-woe-is-me.html' title='Oh Woe Is ME'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SPIxggVRGZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3WeH_ZCN7fI/s72-c/dn+L+-+justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-1768158055081679794</id><published>2008-10-13T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:58:43.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit!</title><content type='html'>Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to follow the Ayakashi series and got all geared up for the second episode at 11.30pm today (yesterday, Sunday). When I turned the tv on at exactly 11.30pm and started watching... I realised something was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline had jumped! WTF? From the way things were going, I realised that I had missed episode 2! jgajsghfiluglksfghdflkgdslkfjgndslfkjgnshdlfkjghsdfklghadflg GRRAARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to consult the Astro book; and dang-god-dammit, it seems that the 2nd episode aired at 11pm!! kjhdslkfhsdlfkashdflkjahdsflkjahsddflkjsahdlkfhsadklhsdlkfhsldkhsd GRRAAAAARRRGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatever. I somewhat kinda picked up on what happened in episode 2 in episode 3. So next time I shall wait and watch at 11pm. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-1768158055081679794?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1768158055081679794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=1768158055081679794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1768158055081679794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/1768158055081679794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/dammit.html' title='Dammit!'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2371458669488487602</id><published>2008-10-05T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:40:16.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and Vengence</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Ayakashi now. Me, who gets freaked out by horror movies' TRAILERS, is watching Ayakashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to watch the 3rd story the most. I saw someone cosplay a character from it before (I couldn't for the life of me figure out who the person was cosplaying, unitl I saw the trailer for Ayakashi -one of those "OMG it's HIM the strange dude was trying to portray!" moments...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SOjtHA7DT3I/AAAAAAAAALs/m_0c90hVXrU/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253709670090231666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SOjtHA7DT3I/AAAAAAAAALs/m_0c90hVXrU/s400/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;em&gt;curiosity killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wish me luck... I hope I can sleep tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=__________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*half an hour later...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... that's it? Ah, well. It's only the first episode. The characters had slitted eyes; like those in the old japanese art. Quite disturbing events happening... and it's just the opening act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next episode is next week; 11.30pm, Sunday. I hope I will be able to watch it too. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2371458669488487602?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2371458669488487602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2371458669488487602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2371458669488487602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2371458669488487602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/lies-and-vengence.html' title='Lies and Vengence'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SOjtHA7DT3I/AAAAAAAAALs/m_0c90hVXrU/s72-c/IMG_0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-2738954614004929056</id><published>2008-09-26T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:11:24.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>I saw a very very short advertisement about Dolce&amp;amp;Gabbana on the telly recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it very smexy. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-2738954614004929056?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2738954614004929056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=2738954614004929056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2738954614004929056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/2738954614004929056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-5865608264848887666</id><published>2008-09-21T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:25:34.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and Naruto Crossovers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Watching Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Order of The Phoenix now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And I think the fight cheorographer who arranged the fight scene between Dumbledore and Voldy must have at some point, watched/read Naruto. Here's why :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Dumbledore and Voldy start off with some kinda joined-light-sabre thingy. When Voldy snaps his wand around, bolts of electricity branches out; &lt;em&gt;resembles &lt;strong&gt;Kakashi's Chidori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Even the colour matches. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Voldy breathes out a fireball. With a snake coming out. &lt;em&gt;Resembles a souped-up version of &lt;strong&gt;Sasuke's fireball technique&lt;/strong&gt; plus an added Orochimaru-influenced incentive&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool uppercut response by Dumbledore, tho. He must not like snakes very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. Dumbledore traps Voldy in a water globe; &lt;em&gt;Doesn't just resemble, it IS &lt;strong&gt;Zabuza's Water Prison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. Voldy then shoots some kinda dark wave (&lt;em&gt;which resembles swarms of &lt;strong&gt;Shino's chakra bugs&lt;/strong&gt;, if you squint; Dumbledore's counter spell looked like a shield of bug spray&lt;/em&gt;...) followed by a ball of power/air. &lt;em&gt;Again, it's SO &lt;strong&gt;Naruto's Rasengan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5. Voldy has flabby, pale underarms. Ugh. &gt;__&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;6. Voldy summons all the broken glass and hurls it at Dumbledore who refines them into dust. &lt;em&gt;Resembles &lt;strong&gt;Gaara's sand&lt;/strong&gt;, does it not? Glass IS made of sand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.&lt;/em&gt; Also, they teleport too much&lt;em&gt;. Like ninjas, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.&lt;/em&gt; And Voldy uses mind techniques on Harry&lt;em&gt;; resembles &lt;strong&gt;Ino's&lt;/strong&gt; right? =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, I guess. But I'm tired. Go watch yourself and list down other similarities I missed lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Maybe in the next movie we will see spells with similar effects to those in Bleach?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hyped up about the Bleach musicals I watched. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bankai!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-5865608264848887666?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5865608264848887666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=5865608264848887666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5865608264848887666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/5865608264848887666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/harry-potter-and-naruto-crossovers.html' title='Harry Potter and Naruto Crossovers?'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678842085987056042.post-4207572467626468387</id><published>2008-09-11T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:44:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Standing In The Heavens</title><content type='html'>I had a funny dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was facing off against Aizen.  O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two ninja-like people with me who really really resembled Naruto (he was very loud and annoying) and Sasuke (he brooded a lot, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were scared stiff altough Aizen was just smiling at us, and there was this sense of feeling that we were gonna lose bad. Like, there was no competition and Aizen was gonna kick our butts without even breaking into a sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strangely, I was damn happy. =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I guess I really do like Aizen... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this dream reminded me of a quiz I took some time ago. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the Bleach Characters Think of You (For girls only...unless you're gay) by Nasuki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company you are in : 1&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your boyfriend : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aizen Sousuke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How much he likes you : 46%&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How much you like him : 15% &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I hide my true feelings? =p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How will he die : He dies saving you&lt;br /&gt;How will you die : You die of old age&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo Kurosaki : He hates you&lt;br /&gt;Rukia Kuchiki : She hates you&lt;br /&gt;Soifon : She's your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Gin Ichimaru : He likes you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(I like you too. =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Kira Izuru : He hates you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Aww...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Retsu Unohana : She thinks you are annoying&lt;br /&gt;Isane Kotetsu : She helps you a lot&lt;br /&gt;Aizen Sousuke : He wants to kill you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(We have a complicated relationship...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Momo Hinamori : She doesn't care about you&lt;br /&gt;Byakuya Kuchiki : He hates you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(I'll take any attention he'll give me. =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Renji Abarai : He likes you as a friend&lt;br /&gt;Ise Nanao : You annoy her and she hates you&lt;br /&gt;Koname Tousen : ...*walks away*&lt;br /&gt;Hisagi Shuuhei : He hates you and wants to kill you&lt;br /&gt;Toushiro Hitsugaya : He wants to kill you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Damn chibi...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangiku Matsumoto : She hates you&lt;br /&gt;Kenpachi Zaraki : He wants to fight you&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Er, ...b-bring it o-on..?&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; T_T&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yachiru Kusajishi : She couldn't care less about you&lt;br /&gt;Mayuri Kurotsuchi : He likes you (i feel sorry for you) &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(SHIT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nemu Kurotsuchi : who..?&lt;br /&gt;Ukitake Jyuushirou : He thinks you're an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p If you wanna try it out for yourself, here's the place :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1075079607" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1075079607&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know how it turns out if you do, 'kays? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678842085987056042-4207572467626468387?l=hyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4207572467626468387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678842085987056042&amp;postID=4207572467626468387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4207572467626468387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678842085987056042/posts/default/4207572467626468387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-standing-in-heavens.html' title='The One Standing In The Heavens'/><author><name>hyelleheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538565073906931704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVhyQqveRVs/SWzGgHOReEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7qOtSyJhp3E/S220/Love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
