<?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-6099657379213152347</id><updated>2012-01-16T20:17:09.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying unicorns.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8233241488611574668</id><published>2012-01-16T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:17:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 151: 1st shopping session with the girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impromptu shopping session with the girls at FEP. It's our very first yet last minute arrangement to go shopping together.  Despite how busy we are, we still do meet in the weekends. I love this girls, alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Chinese New Year is coming, Java assignment is gonna due this Wednesday. Last UT2 on Wednesday. And holiday's approaching in no time. I really can't wait for the 2weeks of holidays because this 5weeks of lessons/school is torturous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dramas after dramas, quarrels after quarrels. So it's time to let things come to an end, and stay happy. But for one thing I'm sure of is that, my patience has it's limits and I'm sure to flare up one of these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfKDlVsCoqM/TxQTzLL-ZiI/AAAAAAAABxI/yz2zsU3Y2RY/s1600/386237_2565449252613_1145601273_32199139_398273259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfKDlVsCoqM/TxQTzLL-ZiI/AAAAAAAABxI/yz2zsU3Y2RY/s400/386237_2565449252613_1145601273_32199139_398273259_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698201198427792930" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqDxqczUFtY/TxQTz1KGyvI/AAAAAAAABxU/FTAd-f6zdmA/s400/381810_2565452212687_1145601273_32199149_590680762_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698201209694243570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9k6y571m8/TxQTy5AWHkI/AAAAAAAABw4/lq2WNvvmGZU/s1600/403315_2561955885281_1145601273_32197522_37591810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9k6y571m8/TxQTy5AWHkI/AAAAAAAABw4/lq2WNvvmGZU/s400/403315_2561955885281_1145601273_32197522_37591810_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698201193547177538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9k6y571m8/TxQTy5AWHkI/AAAAAAAABw4/lq2WNvvmGZU/s1600/403315_2561955885281_1145601273_32197522_37591810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9k6y571m8/TxQTy5AWHkI/AAAAAAAABw4/lq2WNvvmGZU/s1600/403315_2561955885281_1145601273_32197522_37591810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWUgr_e14Q4/TxQTylc1r1I/AAAAAAAABww/vpl6TBzLsC8/s400/403174_2561953405219_388306975_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698201188297977682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9A4-tnKnI4/TxQTyZLl9uI/AAAAAAAABwk/TxL1B6uwRLY/s400/381278_2561958605349_1145601273_32197523_171520741_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698201185004418786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So readers, how's your 2011 so far? It's the 16th/365days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8233241488611574668?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8233241488611574668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2012/01/chapter-151-1st-shopping-session-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8233241488611574668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8233241488611574668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2012/01/chapter-151-1st-shopping-session-with.html' title='Chapter 151: 1st shopping session with the girls.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfKDlVsCoqM/TxQTzLL-ZiI/AAAAAAAABxI/yz2zsU3Y2RY/s72-c/386237_2565449252613_1145601273_32199139_398273259_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3550578720801364772</id><published>2012-01-11T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:46:40.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 150: The girl who turned 19.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In less than 3hours' time, my darling girl, Chian's gonna turn 19. HAHAHAHA. And we had a surprise birthday celebration for her at pizza hut because we thought that this week's gonna be packed with 2UTs. BUT, the fact is that we only have 1! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OK8VTUMM7Z8/Tw2QKvJB9dI/AAAAAAAABvM/8GAtbbQt1kQ/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696367617820980690" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9gcF-kPqXo/Tw2QK_soanI/AAAAAAAABvY/NeIASGkNsec/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9gcF-kPqXo/Tw2QK_soanI/AAAAAAAABvY/NeIASGkNsec/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696367622265268850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6E1IUTo38Ok/Tw2QLR07KSI/AAAAAAAABvk/SY6s2_VomIs/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6E1IUTo38Ok/Tw2QLR07KSI/AAAAAAAABvk/SY6s2_VomIs/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696367627131889954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqlf2DjiKG8/Tw2QL7APAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/BeDzSxlKtF8/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696367638185181186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqlf2DjiKG8/Tw2QL7APAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/BeDzSxlKtF8/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA5sJENp1zo/Tw2QM3q9pCI/AAAAAAAABv8/nKik6ZnuN6Q/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696367654470525986" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, I just wonder what life is suppose to be. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3550578720801364772?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3550578720801364772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2012/01/chapter-150-girl-who-turned-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3550578720801364772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3550578720801364772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2012/01/chapter-150-girl-who-turned-19.html' title='Chapter 150: The girl who turned 19.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OK8VTUMM7Z8/Tw2QKvJB9dI/AAAAAAAABvM/8GAtbbQt1kQ/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2970896607474515055</id><published>2011-12-30T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:57:32.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 149: Finally Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally able to meet this girl after so long. She's finally free after O'levels. And it's good to spend time with her even though it's just a short few hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today's the last 2nd day of 2011. #woohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6l5OnGp5y0/Tv1gWvlgl3I/AAAAAAAABuw/uS5j09oqT-w/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691811447913355122" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELaV5ieSAZs/Tv1gWyf2WUI/AAAAAAAABu8/CIiTjQj9dgQ/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELaV5ieSAZs/Tv1gWyf2WUI/AAAAAAAABu8/CIiTjQj9dgQ/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691811448694921538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8w_7vKm3z4/Tv1gVgIUJoI/AAAAAAAABuk/viizJGIG9ww/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8w_7vKm3z4/Tv1gVgIUJoI/AAAAAAAABuk/viizJGIG9ww/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691811426584503938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC8Mx9a3EPY/Tv1gU-mltqI/AAAAAAAABuY/x5bl9X0JJPY/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC8Mx9a3EPY/Tv1gU-mltqI/AAAAAAAABuY/x5bl9X0JJPY/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691811417584678562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-JdGyua8eg/Tv1gUgCap0I/AAAAAAAABuM/GPGWUr0VR4U/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-JdGyua8eg/Tv1gUgCap0I/AAAAAAAABuM/GPGWUr0VR4U/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691811409379895106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2970896607474515055?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2970896607474515055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-149-finally-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2970896607474515055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2970896607474515055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-149-finally-free.html' title='Chapter 149: Finally Free!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6l5OnGp5y0/Tv1gWvlgl3I/AAAAAAAABuw/uS5j09oqT-w/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-547109294563827944</id><published>2011-12-28T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:52:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 148: Busy bee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi readers, how's your holiday spent? Mine was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Sleepover with my girls, Jolene and Chian. PeiHan came to join us in the morning. However... Sentosa plan failed because the weather failed us, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75QnSgXijgk/TvqchYuBsrI/AAAAAAAABuA/CWn4y6UkOEE/s1600/webcam-toy-photo68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75QnSgXijgk/TvqchYuBsrI/AAAAAAAABuA/CWn4y6UkOEE/s400/webcam-toy-photo68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691033176521159346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Annual BBQ/Chalet at Downtown East for 2days. Guess who I saw there? Bryan and Adam! Their chalet was just opposite of mine! And this chalet make me realised how fierce my family can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Shopping for x'mas gift exchange, groceries shopping, yogurt session with sister and Mira.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Attend HOGC on x'mas eve. Charles' testimony was awesome. ^^ I'm really so proud of him. Met my Bbr and Yeetat. Head to Bbr's church &amp;gt; PP &amp;gt; City hall for bowling(Brandon and Kah hoong joined us.) &amp;gt; Arab street, Blu jaz(XinYi and Nikolas came!)&amp;gt; Reached home at about 3am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-el8epIDVvmU/Tvqano2es3I/AAAAAAAABsE/8v_UULvOTm0/s400/IMG_4824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691031084907541362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc6yPFreyBk/TvqaoJIa3LI/AAAAAAAABsc/kOe6w2tQuuo/s400/IMG_4864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691031093572721842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I wore the boots out! Are they cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVpPnXZa2S8/Tvqan_pRdqI/AAAAAAAABsM/O48kmpPgXHQ/s400/IMG_4842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691031091026163362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papalee. 1, 2, 3, Smile.... *Three seconds later then take*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_b-pPGEyFQ/Tvqao4H02xI/AAAAAAAABso/pndgmA-XHpA/s400/IMG_4901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691031106186697490" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpg7_hg4-zI/TvqapMfpJCI/AAAAAAAABs0/oTKqVWXtoPI/s400/IMG_4956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691031111655302178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a day to end with when Trina loses her wallet. Luckily, she found it back. Thank God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Met the girls at Downtown East just to catch up and have dinner at Teavalley! The food there is really yummy! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTMaBZsFef4/Tvqb17wlTmI/AAAAAAAABtA/hkBMuGRP9Sc/s400/DSC05066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691032430012878434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGGG6SeWFXM/Tvqb2Cl-Z9I/AAAAAAAABtM/gpPU7YLgS-4/s400/DSC05085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691032431847434194" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like some keychain right? But actually it's a pen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SMHM29Ru7I/Tvqb3FU5HcI/AAAAAAAABtY/yOpoLWgwhUU/s400/DSC05084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691032449760959938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFmjGdjx6sQ/Tvqb3TvSV7I/AAAAAAAABtk/RUqHydLAQrQ/s400/DSC05095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691032453629761458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLb2UcfPzp0/Tvqb4OPs_XI/AAAAAAAABtw/_VyYBZT2So8/s400/DSC05134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691032469334982002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new boyfriend, Alessio's baby brother. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S: People really know I like hello kitty. And almost everything I received got to do with it! ^^ Thanks sweetheart(s) for the lovely prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. After meeting the girls, met another bunch of girls at Eunos MRT and our slumber party starts there! We bake, we cook, we have gift exchange, we spam pictures, we laugh, we watch movie, we sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymfIWEeX9w8/TvqZ0AJYmRI/AAAAAAAABr8/Z81oxWA5pHM/s1600/IMG_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymfIWEeX9w8/TvqZ0AJYmRI/AAAAAAAABr8/Z81oxWA5pHM/s400/IMG_5971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691030197807651090" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qepAuIB7Y4g/TvqZznCfyoI/AAAAAAAABrs/hMxxHr7bcm8/s400/IMG_5975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691030191067875970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peanut butter fruity pebble. YUM!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A3D_8qvtjBE/TvqZzcbTpJI/AAAAAAAABrg/ve5bzyJzf7A/s400/IMG_5982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691030188219147410" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOH-D7QSodw/TvqZyd-r_zI/AAAAAAAABrU/Ln4fbzKSlio/s400/IMG_6056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691030171456110386" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meow, we're all cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pChoQTPotug/TvqZyBNtKAI/AAAAAAAABrI/e5Klc7DVQVA/s400/IMG_6124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691030163734472706" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Met Peihan at Downtown East and off we go to WWW, disturbing kids. And guess what? This girl came back with a number of injuries. Funny or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-driNc2iXW0Y/TvqYS6kfBYI/AAAAAAAABqU/F7cqYurRqhE/s400/IMG_6170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691028529863394690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kii4FsvYP9s/TvqYSuR2dWI/AAAAAAAABqI/3EvqNbo_zek/s400/IMG_6159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691028526564013410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After WWW, Met Chian and James for dinner and Teavalley, again!! ^^ Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFSZhVv2ecQ/TvqYTyk-roI/AAAAAAAABqg/q9Dl785HoWA/s400/IMG_6283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691028544897855106" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXjwmAMuavA/TvqYUIQW38I/AAAAAAAABqs/OxcV6YiJdsE/s400/IMG_6273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691028550716940226" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxe3mrLsyEg/TvqYU-P2aRI/AAAAAAAABq4/9cx3I84mH0g/s400/IMG_6306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691028565210327314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Went Malaysia yesterday and bought quite a number of things! YAY, I'm happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well 2011 is coming to an end. But 2011's really an awesome year even though there's a lot of tears involved. Oh well, I can't believe I'm turning 18 next year. Damn I'm old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6099657379213152347-547109294563827944?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/547109294563827944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-148-busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/547109294563827944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/547109294563827944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-148-busy-bee.html' title='Chapter 148: Busy bee!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75QnSgXijgk/TvqchYuBsrI/AAAAAAAABuA/CWn4y6UkOEE/s72-c/webcam-toy-photo68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3410156881789676384</id><published>2011-12-17T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:44:19.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 147: Happy holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1p6rXpnVZ8/Tuw5z0bRtrI/AAAAAAAABp4/Cehw_5lrmbA/s1600/webcam-toy-photo44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1p6rXpnVZ8/Tuw5z0bRtrI/AAAAAAAABp4/Cehw_5lrmbA/s400/webcam-toy-photo44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686983991871256242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqgxFP71cOk/Tuw5zpwCPpI/AAAAAAAABps/LcHze9KqkFo/s1600/webcam-toy-photo60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqgxFP71cOk/Tuw5zpwCPpI/AAAAAAAABps/LcHze9KqkFo/s400/webcam-toy-photo60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686983989005532818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello holidays. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS, kids. x.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3410156881789676384?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3410156881789676384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-147-happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3410156881789676384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3410156881789676384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-147-happy-holidays.html' title='Chapter 147: Happy holidays!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1p6rXpnVZ8/Tuw5z0bRtrI/AAAAAAAABp4/Cehw_5lrmbA/s72-c/webcam-toy-photo44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1642635307752861546</id><published>2011-12-11T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:27:46.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 146: Really gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o48wRrvO0wI/TuRpAB5zcRI/AAAAAAAABnQ/rKr_TFHSrWE/s1600/webcam-toy-photo2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o48wRrvO0wI/TuRpAB5zcRI/AAAAAAAABnQ/rKr_TFHSrWE/s400/webcam-toy-photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684784078880207122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause when you're really gone. I was really sad. But I told myself, I have too many awesome people around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S: I'm sorry, I didn't know this would hurt our friendship. I didn't know our friendship's so weak. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1642635307752861546?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1642635307752861546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-146-really-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1642635307752861546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1642635307752861546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-146-really-gone.html' title='Chapter 146: Really gone.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o48wRrvO0wI/TuRpAB5zcRI/AAAAAAAABnQ/rKr_TFHSrWE/s72-c/webcam-toy-photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1837213659601103202</id><published>2011-12-08T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:40:30.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 145: No more tests in 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcoLR7Ngnx4/TuCFlwA3XHI/AAAAAAAABnE/NXT92zLLiUE/s1600/Snapshot_20111123_25.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcoLR7Ngnx4/TuCFlwA3XHI/AAAAAAAABnE/NXT92zLLiUE/s400/Snapshot_20111123_25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683689613331750002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday was the last day of tests in 2011. Oh yay! However, asssignment2 is coming up. Damn. &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;Well, enjoy your holidays, people. xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1837213659601103202?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1837213659601103202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-145-no-more-tests-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1837213659601103202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1837213659601103202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-145-no-more-tests-in-2011.html' title='Chapter 145: No more tests in 2011.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcoLR7Ngnx4/TuCFlwA3XHI/AAAAAAAABnE/NXT92zLLiUE/s72-c/Snapshot_20111123_25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3851260922573784435</id><published>2011-12-03T10:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:56:41.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 144: Being occupied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadn't been spending time with Mummy and Daddy, or rather, at home. Last week was to complete our assignment. Met my dear girl, Karen for Twilight, Breaking Dawn Part I. As usual, we're alittle late for the movie! And also, met up with Claudine and Charles at RP for lunch/dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a great day out with the girls, and two boys to celebrate @Limpeihan's birthday at Cathay's Astons. My dear DarlingLee couldn't make it because she was sick. And it's so long since I've met her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDd1BIDcEG8/TtmNpM9TtII/AAAAAAAABm4/85rLlAE2bws/s1600/IMG_3296.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDd1BIDcEG8/TtmNpM9TtII/AAAAAAAABm4/85rLlAE2bws/s400/IMG_3296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681728143897113730" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOu4Vi1NZeQ/TtmNoRUbRLI/AAAAAAAABms/En6VFEkwM5g/s400/IMG_3297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681728127887951026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5K0OyMwM1XY/TtmNn12qgOI/AAAAAAAABmc/s5mBtyOMmHU/s400/IMG_3350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681728120515363042" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOSvq6PvikI/TtmJihutr6I/AAAAAAAABio/TP9g0qB9DNc/s400/IMG_3658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681723631167451042" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rH1NymR3axQ/TtmJiVUZcnI/AAAAAAAABic/JAYxKT6hiHY/s400/IMG_3660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681723627835847282" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a nice weekend, readers. xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3851260922573784435?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3851260922573784435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-144-being-occupied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3851260922573784435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3851260922573784435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/12/chapter-144-being-occupied.html' title='Chapter 144: Being occupied.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDd1BIDcEG8/TtmNpM9TtII/AAAAAAAABm4/85rLlAE2bws/s72-c/IMG_3296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7368367312197585595</id><published>2011-11-22T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:31:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 143: J.A.V.A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oUoi4zZCxQ/TstO_EcbeAI/AAAAAAAABiQ/MAe73T0gKsY/s1600/IMG_3104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oUoi4zZCxQ/TstO_EcbeAI/AAAAAAAABiQ/MAe73T0gKsY/s400/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677718600662349826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we're still this young. When we know nothing about love. When we know nothing about Java. When we worry about nothing. When barbie dolls are my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Java assignment's due on Monday. Java UT today. #whatisthis I HATE JAVA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7368367312197585595?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7368367312197585595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-143-java.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7368367312197585595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7368367312197585595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-143-java.html' title='Chapter 143: J.A.V.A'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oUoi4zZCxQ/TstO_EcbeAI/AAAAAAAABiQ/MAe73T0gKsY/s72-c/IMG_3104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8544905458030342628</id><published>2011-11-21T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:59:11.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 142: 20112011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another ROM attended on Sunday, 20/11/2011. So glad to see my cousin getting married to someone who can give her happiness. And it makes me wish that I can find mine too! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRNDjVM4PIM/TspKSemxorI/AAAAAAAABiE/R7_X-jLc46Q/s1600/IMG_3094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRNDjVM4PIM/TspKSemxorI/AAAAAAAABiE/R7_X-jLc46Q/s400/IMG_3094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677431961567732402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QmqWZKws1PA/TspKR9FUsXI/AAAAAAAABh4/Vg8013kV10A/s1600/IMG_3098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QmqWZKws1PA/TspKR9FUsXI/AAAAAAAABh4/Vg8013kV10A/s400/IMG_3098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677431952569053554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUc15htXp9E/TspKRQqaceI/AAAAAAAABhs/1fiwNk8cGoU/s1600/IMG_3100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUc15htXp9E/TspKRQqaceI/AAAAAAAABhs/1fiwNk8cGoU/s400/IMG_3100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677431940645024226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0UfF-YD8ec0/TspKP-H2bqI/AAAAAAAABhk/dfthm0tNNCo/s1600/IMG_3105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0UfF-YD8ec0/TspKP-H2bqI/AAAAAAAABhk/dfthm0tNNCo/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677431918488350370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC1MNFNKavc/TspKPXW_NTI/AAAAAAAABhU/_rsFB_v_y9M/s1600/IMG_3109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC1MNFNKavc/TspKPXW_NTI/AAAAAAAABhU/_rsFB_v_y9M/s400/IMG_3109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677431908082857266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFYqnQvaRLY/TspJD6s5-II/AAAAAAAABhE/e0ZHupWFACw/s1600/IMG_3126.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFYqnQvaRLY/TspJD6s5-II/AAAAAAAABhE/e0ZHupWFACw/s400/IMG_3126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677430611899971714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTHVfKcKKPE/TspJDZcndGI/AAAAAAAABg4/j0KBj9FQ7Bc/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTHVfKcKKPE/TspJDZcndGI/AAAAAAAABg4/j0KBj9FQ7Bc/s400/IMG_3131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677430602973279330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgQauOgqcuA/TspJCvP-wNI/AAAAAAAABgs/NmHRrre7VTA/s1600/IMG_3135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgQauOgqcuA/TspJCvP-wNI/AAAAAAAABgs/NmHRrre7VTA/s400/IMG_3135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677430591645991122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wa5y68-mfw/TspJBwJZuLI/AAAAAAAABgg/DR8WYRQjBdU/s1600/IMG_3136.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wa5y68-mfw/TspJBwJZuLI/AAAAAAAABgg/DR8WYRQjBdU/s400/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677430574706964658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the happily married couple down there. &amp;lt;3 I love mummy and daddy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMCqhW__xyw/TspJBvJvksI/AAAAAAAABgU/tPH7AogDIBM/s1600/IMG_3090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMCqhW__xyw/TspJBvJvksI/AAAAAAAABgU/tPH7AogDIBM/s1600/IMG_3090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMCqhW__xyw/TspJBvJvksI/AAAAAAAABgU/tPH7AogDIBM/s400/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677430574439961282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8544905458030342628?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8544905458030342628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-142-20112011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8544905458030342628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8544905458030342628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-142-20112011.html' title='Chapter 142: 20112011'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRNDjVM4PIM/TspKSemxorI/AAAAAAAABiE/R7_X-jLc46Q/s72-c/IMG_3094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8794603234469802935</id><published>2011-11-14T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:18:36.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 141: Are you really gone?</title><content type='html'>Remember, just a few months ago, you're just here. Telling me you would be with me forever. Back then, I believed in your forever. But now, I realized there's no forever. Too much promises, you've broke. Remember how we used to spend time together? Going for dinner at either Singpost's subway, or jian dao jian? Remember how we used to walk home after it? Remember how we used to walk to Rochor beancurd then to city plaza? And back to your house? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been kinda close for 10months? On the phone everyday, meeting every week. The memories we have might not be a lot. But it's not very little too. And overnight, you just stopped contacting me, starts to be cold to me. Have you thought about my feeling? Have you considered how I would feel? If I were to say that I do not miss you, I do not need you, I would be lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We haven't been contacting for about a month or so. And I find life so annoying. Without you, encouraging me and stuffs. But I have to get used to this kind of life. I blame myself. I shouldn't have allow you to get so close to me. I shouldn't have got so dependent on you. And what I felt months back was right. We both have different life since we left secondary school. Now that you're in TP, you're having a brand new life. And me, being in RP. We totally have different group of friends. And I realized, we often quarrel because of that. And for all you know, it hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to tell you, but I have no idea how to tell you. You're obviously ignoring me, avoiding me. How? How to clear this thing? I miss you so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8794603234469802935?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8794603234469802935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-141-are-you-really-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8794603234469802935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8794603234469802935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-141-are-you-really-gone.html' title='Chapter 141: Are you really gone?'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7737596696074886522</id><published>2011-11-12T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:07:27.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 140: Reasons why I love Thursdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week just passes just like this. Why time flies so fast? I'm getting used to my class now, with my little sunshine and my saling. :) And I'm loving school. However, UT's coming. And java assignment gonna due end of this month! DAMN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOUu8gAGhIA/Tr58_xX8UsI/AAAAAAAABgI/ASyibwmM0C0/s1600/306309_2214983611191_1145601273_32054032_132202110_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOUu8gAGhIA/Tr58_xX8UsI/AAAAAAAABgI/ASyibwmM0C0/s400/306309_2214983611191_1145601273_32054032_132202110_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674110015560766146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o70-JjB6AvM/Tr58-g4KJlI/AAAAAAAABf8/GKYIi8-QQ-U/s1600/310750_2214981811146_1145601273_32054029_1572315692_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o70-JjB6AvM/Tr58-g4KJlI/AAAAAAAABf8/GKYIi8-QQ-U/s400/310750_2214981811146_1145601273_32054029_1572315692_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674109993952618066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5UWNHDI5pA/Tr58-XmT1MI/AAAAAAAABfw/gwmimG3oTqI/s1600/316148_2214979131079_1145601273_32054025_2072173821_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5UWNHDI5pA/Tr58-XmT1MI/AAAAAAAABfw/gwmimG3oTqI/s1600/316148_2214979131079_1145601273_32054025_2072173821_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5UWNHDI5pA/Tr58-XmT1MI/AAAAAAAABfw/gwmimG3oTqI/s400/316148_2214979131079_1145601273_32054025_2072173821_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674109991461835970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they're the reasons why I love Thursdays. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7737596696074886522?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7737596696074886522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-140-reasons-why-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7737596696074886522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7737596696074886522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-140-reasons-why-i-love.html' title='Chapter 140: Reasons why I love Thursdays.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOUu8gAGhIA/Tr58_xX8UsI/AAAAAAAABgI/ASyibwmM0C0/s72-c/306309_2214983611191_1145601273_32054032_132202110_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-462706572097540019</id><published>2011-11-08T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:59:23.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 139: Busy weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A busy weekend has passed. Went for Chevelle's 1st month on Saturday. Ziqi's 21st birthday on Sunday. Had a great time talking and catching up with my cousins.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALWmj9QIVLY/TrkKBitX0vI/AAAAAAAABe0/QvDpBMHE1F0/s400/bc7f421b7aa098dea1976743a63f11c6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672576227263107826" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTpojfzxiYM/TrkKBRSCGhI/AAAAAAAABeo/B-2n8poAGy0/s400/27620000d75bab7795e9b203ae6e4a06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672576222585035282" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Sunday night, washed the garden with sisters, brother and brother's gf. Great time spent. How long was it since we had so much fun? :B&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDbPBVXOOjg/TrkKCB4gbJI/AAAAAAAABfA/7eOlYXhkLqw/s400/IMG_2938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672576235631307922" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to find my babies at Kovan for some pool session and had dinner together with darlinglee's boyfriend, and Jolene's brother. Awesome time spent together. :) &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIPgfKyCskg/TrkJW_3KBGI/AAAAAAAABeQ/AHsvIzKtlIU/s400/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672575496354399330" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjo_01wdgkw/TrkJWkAAbvI/AAAAAAAABeE/nkBYcV7M8UM/s400/IMG_3024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672575488875327218" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hC8Wr1kZD9o/TrkJVoUs9mI/AAAAAAAABd4/Vv27Zi8aLFk/s1600/IMG_3002.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hC8Wr1kZD9o/TrkJVoUs9mI/AAAAAAAABd4/Vv27Zi8aLFk/s400/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672575472856004194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73v33XhZsxo/TrkJVO3UtTI/AAAAAAAABds/xsC7OU41SOg/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672575466021893426" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, Eugene's going in to serve his two years of NS and be a man! Look at his botak head! HEHEHEHEHE. CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP3SvTB-9lM/TrkKCrZBKXI/AAAAAAAABfQ/zxyENecXtlg/s400/IMG_3056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672576246773524850" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh59aNC-ibs/TrkKDVffc0I/AAAAAAAABfY/0KPBprY1nFU/s400/IMG_3057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672576258074964802" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So readers, how's your weekend spent? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-462706572097540019?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/462706572097540019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-139-busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/462706572097540019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/462706572097540019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-139-busy-weekend.html' title='Chapter 139: Busy weekend.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALWmj9QIVLY/TrkKBitX0vI/AAAAAAAABe0/QvDpBMHE1F0/s72-c/bc7f421b7aa098dea1976743a63f11c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6062252518296960868</id><published>2011-10-29T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T23:13:34.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 138: Quality time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKWA8wG8aOI/TqwXAoMBoYI/AAAAAAAABc0/9DaA06X3mQk/s1600/IMG_2780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKWA8wG8aOI/TqwXAoMBoYI/AAAAAAAABc0/9DaA06X3mQk/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668931330507907458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went buffet with my girls on Friday after school. It's long since we spammed photos, food and spend quality time together. And yes, I really miss them all alot. I'm really so glad I have them at any point in my life. x. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6062252518296960868?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6062252518296960868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-138-quality-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6062252518296960868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6062252518296960868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-138-quality-time.html' title='Chapter 138: Quality time.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKWA8wG8aOI/TqwXAoMBoYI/AAAAAAAABc0/9DaA06X3mQk/s72-c/IMG_2780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5510177427173577136</id><published>2011-10-22T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T23:12:07.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 137: What now?</title><content type='html'>Ever since school starts, I've been thinking about what Aaroncwl told me. How much my poly friends mean to me? How much does my secondary school friend/clique mean to me? Clique used to be like the first priority in friendship. But now, I think my poly friends have taken over them. Some people find it normal, some people find it unusual. For me, I find it weird that people could replace them. But hanging out with my poly friends everyday definitely draws us closer. However, it doesn't means that clique doesn't mean anything to me now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realise how much my babies in E26J can mean in my life. Neither do I expect anyone in my current class can mean something to me. Maybe Amira can be an exception. Well, I really feel comfortable talking to her. I can just tell her my personal stuffs, tease her, and she won't mind. In fact, she'll tease me back. Got to talk to Karen yesterday and she asked me if I know how do we measure how close two friendship were? And she told me is that when the two friends doesn't mind you two teasing each other, doesn't get offended. And I find it pretty true because if friends were to be "formal" to each other, they wouldn't be best friends, because best friends do everything together. And best friends don't bear grudges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I thought I would be be a loner in class for the whole semester. And luckily, I've found my future-BFF-to-be, AMIRA! I feel really comfortable with her. And I guess she's the only one in the class who can make me feel so. Well, at least there's someone to motivate me to go to school now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-5510177427173577136?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5510177427173577136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-136-what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5510177427173577136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5510177427173577136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-136-what-now.html' title='Chapter 137: What now?'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-160561716846100068</id><published>2011-10-17T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:34:13.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 136: Emptiness.</title><content type='html'>Have you feel so empty? Like you've got nothing to look forward to in life, and feel that life is meaningless? And yes, that's how I'm feeling. Everyday, I feel like I have nothing to look forward to. I come to school without any motivation. I come to school for the sake of attendance. Everyday, I just no longer look forward to anything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past, I thought that having Aaron to call me everyday's something. But now, Aaron no longer call me everyday. And what's up with my life? It's like losing someone so important in your life. It's like losing someone who means something to you. Sometimes, it feels like nothing. Sometimes, it means so much till you cry. Tell me what is this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck these feelings because I do not know how to feel. And nothing's forever. Don't even promise me a forever. Fuck it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-160561716846100068?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/160561716846100068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-136-emptiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/160561716846100068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/160561716846100068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-136-emptiness.html' title='Chapter 136: Emptiness.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3149935290607820028</id><published>2011-10-13T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:52:28.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 135: E26J babies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xI2-ssZz5Y/TpY40u8QCLI/AAAAAAAABco/QZ-mvtryvpI/s1600/DSC02477.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xI2-ssZz5Y/TpY40u8QCLI/AAAAAAAABco/QZ-mvtryvpI/s400/DSC02477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662776060070070450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss my E26J's babies. Seriously. Each and everyone of them. Even those that I might have some misunderstanding/quarreled with. They once didn't mean so much to me. Now, they mean the world to me. I miss entering class with noises. I miss taking tons and tons of photos everyday. I miss each and every hyper people there. I miss walking around, talking and disturbing people. You guys are just so nice and friendly people. And guess what, I'm really afraid to lose you all now. Really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Adelind's nonsense everyday, walking around, giving me hugs every end of the day. I miss Nana's character, walking around, making the class feel bonded. I miss Chian's caring, telling her how much I needed to shit, but I can't. I miss hthtalking with Peihan during lessons, making me realise things that I hadn't. I miss Charlotte's innocence. I miss Xinyi's pony, walking around calling me "SIM RU YAN!". I miss Syikin's motherly caring everyday. I miss Syahida quarreling with me. I miss Liyana's fierce look.  I miss Miaoqiong being so nice, teaching me stuffs that I don't know. I miss Jolene offering me tissue whenever I cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss CS' nonsense, being so gl. I miss Bernard being like a cartoon character, so innocent. I miss Alessio's nonsense, words without making any sense. I miss HengRui scolding those bad words, so funny. "F, F, F for fuak!" I miss Bryan's ahbengness. I miss Adam's randomness, forever "scolding" me for nothing. I miss Irfan talking to me about relationship problems. I miss Brandon's gayness, and being guai lan. I miss Yee Tat being so nice to me, helping me in whatever I need. I miss Johnny, forever disturbing people and giving me games. I miss quarreling with Vincent although I really hated him at that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everything in the past. I feel so lonely in class. I am living in lonerville. Fuck life, why must we have goodbyes? I'm not good at them. I'm not a fucking toy. Please don't take me when you need me and when you don't, you throw me at one corner. I'M NOT THAT TOY. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3149935290607820028?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3149935290607820028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-135-e26j-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3149935290607820028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3149935290607820028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-135-e26j-babies.html' title='Chapter 135: E26J babies.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xI2-ssZz5Y/TpY40u8QCLI/AAAAAAAABco/QZ-mvtryvpI/s72-c/DSC02477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6073696496504177329</id><published>2011-10-08T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:15:59.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 134: Csquare - Cruise and chalet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went cruise, to Rendang with family, aunts, Eugene and his sister during the holidays. It was my first time on cruise! However, it's not a very good experience but a good get away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwFnT-R6zwc/To_y4zVBtzI/AAAAAAAABcI/hJwCdan4jMU/s1600/IMG_1258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwFnT-R6zwc/To_y4zVBtzI/AAAAAAAABcI/hJwCdan4jMU/s400/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661010314292999986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxUE6I2Nc44/To_y4qA2XqI/AAAAAAAABcA/FOEoVQxYcqo/s1600/IMG_1254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxUE6I2Nc44/To_y4qA2XqI/AAAAAAAABcA/FOEoVQxYcqo/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661010311792451234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvuesapKvM0/To_y5ssq9nI/AAAAAAAABcg/v2QFyTl5cB0/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvuesapKvM0/To_y5ssq9nI/AAAAAAAABcg/v2QFyTl5cB0/s400/IMG_1378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661010329692993138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at dad, he's really enjoying himself at Rendang catching fishes. Didn't see him enjoying so much before. I should have bought extra clothes to accompany him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqbv4Dqqqts/To_y5SM7ulI/AAAAAAAABcY/TOU1hSgt3_I/s1600/IMG_1360.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqbv4Dqqqts/To_y5SM7ulI/AAAAAAAABcY/TOU1hSgt3_I/s400/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661010322580552274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXfyWFN3KxQ/To_y5Pki_LI/AAAAAAAABcQ/0mmtMEQH81s/s1600/IMG_1337.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXfyWFN3KxQ/To_y5Pki_LI/AAAAAAAABcQ/0mmtMEQH81s/s400/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661010321874287794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day after Cruise, it was cousin's wedding. And after that was class chalet! However, I only stayed a night because I was having flu and fever. :( It was a great time to catch up with people I didn't get to meet during the holidays. And honestly speaking, I miss them so much now. Remember 4months back, we got to know each other. I didn't know that they would make such a huge impact in my life. They really mean alot to me. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsjlEuycPio/To_whFkFKrI/AAAAAAAABbg/XkfVd5A1xGk/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsjlEuycPio/To_whFkFKrI/AAAAAAAABbg/XkfVd5A1xGk/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661007707847862962" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppiVwitIYqs/To_wg1MIxAI/AAAAAAAABbY/MznjOxd2G6Q/s400/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661007703452468226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8geX0oK2XU/To_whSyRTAI/AAAAAAAABbo/fXEfNO58miA/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661007711397039106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TETxc7MZdcY/To_wh_FeVZI/AAAAAAAABb4/RI6g6c3Ya9o/s1600/IMG_1776.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TETxc7MZdcY/To_wh_FeVZI/AAAAAAAABb4/RI6g6c3Ya9o/s400/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661007723288745362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1aDaY-2VNI/To_whskIblI/AAAAAAAABbw/8VaCNLHLVLg/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1aDaY-2VNI/To_whskIblI/AAAAAAAABbw/8VaCNLHLVLg/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1aDaY-2VNI/To_whskIblI/AAAAAAAABbw/8VaCNLHLVLg/s400/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661007718317059666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that we're in different classes, we do not all the time to spend together. I miss their noises. I miss being so close to them. I miss the whole class. Everything seems perfect, and now, we had to change class again. Everything have to start all over again. And now, I am gonna be a loner all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6073696496504177329?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6073696496504177329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-134-csquare-cruise-and-chalet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6073696496504177329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6073696496504177329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-134-csquare-cruise-and-chalet.html' title='Chapter 134: Csquare - Cruise and chalet!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwFnT-R6zwc/To_y4zVBtzI/AAAAAAAABcI/hJwCdan4jMU/s72-c/IMG_1258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6008737943168680396</id><published>2011-09-28T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:42:09.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 133: Busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hai nan dao 2 weeks ago with mummy, daddy, @Yanhuisim and my 2 other aunts. Good experience, bad trip. Because I realised that I will get home sick even when I'm out for like a few hours. And I'll be leaving for cruise tomorrow. Will be back on Friday. Had to attend cousin's wedding on Saturday. And class chalet from Sunday till Tuesday! I SERIOUSLY MISS THIS AWESOME BUNCH OF PEOPLE ALOT. And school will be starting on Wednesday. Honestly, I'm not looking forward because I'm gonna be a loner. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1veu8rRir4/ToH4Av4RwwI/AAAAAAAABbQ/zUv84Ss2Y6g/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1veu8rRir4/ToH4Av4RwwI/AAAAAAAABbQ/zUv84Ss2Y6g/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657075298690253570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1U92966ZuSc/ToH4Ahw2e8I/AAAAAAAABbI/BYGmI_RFEM8/s1600/IMG_1064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1U92966ZuSc/ToH4Ahw2e8I/AAAAAAAABbI/BYGmI_RFEM8/s400/IMG_1064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657075294901009346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGXetzyvrXE/ToH4AfYENZI/AAAAAAAABbA/rav1xxL1r1k/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGXetzyvrXE/ToH4AfYENZI/AAAAAAAABbA/rav1xxL1r1k/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657075294260180370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6008737943168680396?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6008737943168680396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-133-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6008737943168680396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6008737943168680396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-133-busy.html' title='Chapter 133: Busy.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1veu8rRir4/ToH4Av4RwwI/AAAAAAAABbQ/zUv84Ss2Y6g/s72-c/IMG_0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1657439337292381643</id><published>2011-09-21T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:59:47.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 132: Phases of life.</title><content type='html'>Everything's in a mess now. Things aren't going right. We aren't really friends, I guess. We are not what we were. Avoiding may not be the best choice. But since it's your decision, I would respect it. I guess this friendship just isn't as strong as I thought.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You used to be the one I would tell everything and anything to. You used to be the one I would call every night. You used to be the one I would turn to whenever I need someone to talk to. You used to. You used to say that I won't lose you, no matter what happens. But apparently, I've lost you. I'll miss talking to you, I'll miss having you around. I know you won't be here anymore. But I just hope one day, we could talk like how we used to again. Knowing that you were once with me, but no longer can really make me cry. But this is phases of life. Soon, someone will replace me. And soon, someone will replace you. I hope. This is life, I may act happy in day time, cry myself to sleep in night time, awaiting for your call every night, but I know. One day these will end. I wouldn't think about you that frequently anymore, I wouldn't cry for you anymore, I wouldn't need to act happy anymore. Soon, I will bring out my true laughter and smile. And I can tell myself. "Finally, my rainbow is here." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't leave me hanging because I hate this feeling and you're doing it now. This may be worst than a break up, but definitely one that I will be able to go through because I have awesome people around me. However, you've got to know, my door's always open for you. The question is that will you come back? &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/6099657379213152347-1657439337292381643?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1657439337292381643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-132-phases-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1657439337292381643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1657439337292381643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-132-phases-of-life.html' title='Chapter 132: Phases of life.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2129222671537291591</id><published>2011-09-11T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:40:14.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 131: We flew to New york on September 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having holidays now. Sem2's starting soon. And guess what? I really miss my secondary school girls. It's great to meet up, and catch up once in a while. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm flying on Wednesday to hai nan dao. And I told @Triscillaaa I won't miss her because I'll be meeting her for 3consequetive days before I fly. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVlFg2RUlzI/Tmy3cwgnxDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/OBlE3cMV7lQ/s1600/IMG_0429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVlFg2RUlzI/Tmy3cwgnxDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/OBlE3cMV7lQ/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651093337129075762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJEXolLOBDc/Tmy3cmcD8XI/AAAAAAAABZw/7unGZpuY1jw/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJEXolLOBDc/Tmy3cmcD8XI/AAAAAAAABZw/7unGZpuY1jw/s400/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651093334425596274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKJbigbFENg/Tmy3ce046GI/AAAAAAAABZo/Tq2RgSYaotE/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKJbigbFENg/Tmy3ce046GI/AAAAAAAABZo/Tq2RgSYaotE/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651093332382247010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j77IdKj-ijI/Tmy3cMkTpCI/AAAAAAAABZg/XebOL5SKOEU/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j77IdKj-ijI/Tmy3cMkTpCI/AAAAAAAABZg/XebOL5SKOEU/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651093327480857634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gk_-V9ZOM4s/Tmy3b3rt8-I/AAAAAAAABZY/nU3Sw7CkzRA/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gk_-V9ZOM4s/Tmy3b3rt8-I/AAAAAAAABZY/nU3Sw7CkzRA/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gk_-V9ZOM4s/Tmy3b3rt8-I/AAAAAAAABZY/nU3Sw7CkzRA/s400/IMG_0479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651093321874797538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2129222671537291591?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2129222671537291591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-131-we-flew-to-new-york-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2129222671537291591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2129222671537291591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-131-we-flew-to-new-york-on.html' title='Chapter 131: We flew to New york on September 11.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVlFg2RUlzI/Tmy3cwgnxDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/OBlE3cMV7lQ/s72-c/IMG_0429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6730625549889813810</id><published>2011-09-05T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:25:47.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 130: You may now kiss the bride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attended cousin's wedding yesterday. And the vows were touching. A great time spent with family! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BKK0QgknPLc/TmTaesVD1xI/AAAAAAAABY4/Zl1StNpnzIM/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BKK0QgknPLc/TmTaesVD1xI/AAAAAAAABY4/Zl1StNpnzIM/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648880053459867410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they say, "You may now kiss the bride." Awww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tS3G99PpYRc/TmTafJRnxwI/AAAAAAAABZI/8y0XA_l-DFw/s1600/IMG_0333.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tS3G99PpYRc/TmTafJRnxwI/AAAAAAAABZI/8y0XA_l-DFw/s400/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648880061230073602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leh3QFIqQQg/TmTae0QhpOI/AAAAAAAABZA/SzODJF7zvIY/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leh3QFIqQQg/TmTae0QhpOI/AAAAAAAABZA/SzODJF7zvIY/s400/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648880055588332770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6Y6rvUo5no/TmTafWeZelI/AAAAAAAABZQ/xlxbvJRNMQQ/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648880064773323346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When 2 hearts becoming 1, that's the happiest day of their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6730625549889813810?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6730625549889813810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-130-you-may-now-kiss-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6730625549889813810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6730625549889813810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-130-you-may-now-kiss-bride.html' title='Chapter 130: You may now kiss the bride.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BKK0QgknPLc/TmTaesVD1xI/AAAAAAAABY4/Zl1StNpnzIM/s72-c/IMG_0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7539157325446960675</id><published>2011-09-04T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:58:42.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 129: When all things doesn't sound right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTrCr_HHByk/TmMSxqi2YKI/AAAAAAAABYw/RHPVyk2W6vc/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTrCr_HHByk/TmMSxqi2YKI/AAAAAAAABYw/RHPVyk2W6vc/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648379002096083106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you don't know what's wrong what's right. When you don't know what's good what's bad. The best decision may not be leaving. But it might be the best thing after all.  Let's go back when we can only see black and white, nothing else baby. Cause that's the best part of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7539157325446960675?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7539157325446960675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-129-when-all-things-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7539157325446960675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7539157325446960675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/09/chapter-129-when-all-things-doesnt.html' title='Chapter 129: When all things doesn&apos;t sound right.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTrCr_HHByk/TmMSxqi2YKI/AAAAAAAABYw/RHPVyk2W6vc/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5008041088702883165</id><published>2011-08-31T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T18:19:36.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 128: It was supposed to be sunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spent the first day of my holiday with this girl here. It was supposed to be sunny but the sun doesn't want to come out! It's okay! We're going for the second round next week! HEHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going sentosa was a rush decision. And we didn't have much plans, thinking of slacking around, and sun tanning. However, we chose the wrong date and there's so much #idr around. I really cannot tahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCF66e1RBPg/Tl4J9gzVGbI/AAAAAAAABYg/PEmSfu1_O1M/s1600/DSC04904.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCF66e1RBPg/Tl4J9gzVGbI/AAAAAAAABYg/PEmSfu1_O1M/s400/DSC04904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646961935151077810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLMYo63Q0QI/Tl4J9kydt9I/AAAAAAAABYo/32vXcULPltU/s400/monsteruyan.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646961936221190098" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6099657379213152347-5008041088702883165?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5008041088702883165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-128-it-was-supposed-to-be-sunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5008041088702883165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5008041088702883165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-128-it-was-supposed-to-be-sunny.html' title='Chapter 128: It was supposed to be sunny!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCF66e1RBPg/Tl4J9gzVGbI/AAAAAAAABYg/PEmSfu1_O1M/s72-c/DSC04904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6399339926417591468</id><published>2011-08-28T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:08:44.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 127: One more time.</title><content type='html'>Guess what? My sleeping time is outrageous. Last test tomorrow and I think I'm having holidays. Oh well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been talking to my sweetheart for consecutive days, just like the past. We talked throughout  the night. We slept at 3am, 4am, 7am. Life's pretty much better with you around. This is life. And I'm so used to having you. We talked about everything and anything. And he's really such a sweetie to assure me that I won't lose him. Seriously, where to find someone like him? Hmm. I love you, sweetie. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6399339926417591468?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6399339926417591468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-127-one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6399339926417591468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6399339926417591468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-127-one-more-time.html' title='Chapter 127: One more time.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6827699607703887871</id><published>2011-08-24T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:36:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 126: Players.</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me if I'm okay because I would tell you I am. Actually deep down, I'm not. I know you're a player. Sorry, I don't mean to have such impression of you. But yes, I had it. Everyday, I just hope you'll stop being a player. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes/No? I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6827699607703887871?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6827699607703887871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-126-players.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6827699607703887871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6827699607703887871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-126-players.html' title='Chapter 126: Players.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1396198293152542144</id><published>2011-08-24T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:45:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 125: I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I shouldn't have said I lost you. Because I didn't had you in the first place. And this should be a better description I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_HIM4E01CQ/TlPXgOMMKWI/AAAAAAAABYY/Qw167-bnU0s/s1600/tumblr_lq67nqykUd1qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_HIM4E01CQ/TlPXgOMMKWI/AAAAAAAABYY/Qw167-bnU0s/s400/tumblr_lq67nqykUd1qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644091706590374242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1396198293152542144?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1396198293152542144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-125-i-was-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1396198293152542144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1396198293152542144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-125-i-was-wrong.html' title='Chapter 125: I was wrong.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_HIM4E01CQ/TlPXgOMMKWI/AAAAAAAABYY/Qw167-bnU0s/s72-c/tumblr_lq67nqykUd1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-95907719002777062</id><published>2011-08-21T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:39:25.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 124: Have you felt like this before?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZKH7-0uK6o/TlDH4bADvcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Y1K5GgWelx8/s1600/Snapshot_20110821.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZKH7-0uK6o/TlDH4bADvcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Y1K5GgWelx8/s400/Snapshot_20110821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643230105229835714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I often think that I'm lucky to have a family that isn't broken. A family that sits down at the dining table to have dinner. This could be something everyone wants, but not everyone has it. I'm lucky to have dad, the only one supporting this family. Mum, who's trying to cooks dinner everyday and keep the house as homely as she can. Sisters and brother who really loves me by giving in to me most of the time. . And their boyfriends/girlfriend who dotes on me. Honestly speaking, I can talk to my sisters like I'm talking to my friend. Telling them about everything and anything. Telling them about the troubles I'm facing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And apart from my loving family many cute and adorable friends around me. Starting from clique, though we may not be talking everyday like how we used to. But we talk every now and then. And they're always there for me. That's enough for me. And of course, I have my dear @Kathookaluu. She's definitely one who I do not want to lose. One who may not talk for a long time, yet whenever I'm down or anything, she's one I'll find. Though we may not talk for a long period of time, I still find it easy to talk to her and everything. And of course, there's still @KerdilZL who's always there for me without fail. And not forgetting #aaroncwl, this baby who's always there. Ever ready to be there for me. Who tried to give me surprises yet failed because I'm too kaypo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough of friends whom I've know for at least more than 4years, some up to 8-10years. There's also an awesome group of people that I barely know for 6months. But yet they're able to bring so much joy in my life. They really made me realise the different things that I've never seen or experience before. And of course, they're my classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time seeing them, I was like "SHIT! I think I gonna be a loner in this class." Hey, I was wrong. And all of them just turned out to be angels to me now. Every single time I'm in trouble, they're there. They're always there. Looking through Twitter. And they would send me a text or talk to me on MSN, asking me what happened. And there again, I would cry looking at their replies. Well, I guess it's not no one. It's just them. I have @printedinks, @Yee_tat, @allmyexceptions, @SiaoNana, @BrandyTzr and @ikynR who will always text me and ask me what's going on. And I think it's barely 5months I know them, but I've cried so many times in front of them. What does this shows? Obviously, I feel comfortable when I'm with them. Crying outside my gate so late at night, and @Yee_tat told me "No one would want to see you hurt or suffering.". When he told me that, I felt so loved and protected by this bunch of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel lucky to have everything and anything I need. But sometimes, I just want more. I feel greedy. Have you feel this way before? Knowing that others doesn't have as much as you have, but  yet, you want more. You feel insecure because of some things. But yet, you know these are enough in life. Sometimes, I just think what is life? And how is it like to die young? Because sometimes, I'm just sick and tired of life. It's too challenging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-95907719002777062?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/95907719002777062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-124-have-you-felt-like-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/95907719002777062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/95907719002777062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-124-have-you-felt-like-this.html' title='Chapter 124: Have you felt like this before?'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZKH7-0uK6o/TlDH4bADvcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Y1K5GgWelx8/s72-c/Snapshot_20110821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3900349160670367504</id><published>2011-08-19T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:11:04.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 123: 欢乐的时间过得快，又是时间说拜拜!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOoDj3Hwr7U/Tk39OeE3IoI/AAAAAAAABYA/wBvEXZiMWQ0/s1600/DSC02477.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOoDj3Hwr7U/Tk39OeE3IoI/AAAAAAAABYA/wBvEXZiMWQ0/s400/DSC02477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642444333198549634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never expect this 4months pass by so quickly. It seems like just got to know each other yesterday. I'll really miss these awesome bunch of people. Honestly, they're never selfish and are willing to share whatever they know. They're willing to teach each other. And willing to make different sacrifices. I really hope my next semester's classmate would be as nice as them. I'll really miss them. xxx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7drmMMj6dZY/Tk389zdalqI/AAAAAAAABXw/2WR4S0ZDGx4/s1600/DSC02513.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7drmMMj6dZY/Tk389zdalqI/AAAAAAAABXw/2WR4S0ZDGx4/s400/DSC02513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642444046880904866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WW5bgbJihkg/Tk389tgDnoI/AAAAAAAABXo/tglzd2LUces/s1600/DSC02516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WW5bgbJihkg/Tk389tgDnoI/AAAAAAAABXo/tglzd2LUces/s400/DSC02516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642444045281369730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ycCKWGZ48/Tk389QDKxbI/AAAAAAAABXg/WZXT9nIlGSg/s400/223738_10150283332576912_597306911_7845087_5231965_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642444037375575474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"欢乐的时间过得快，又是时间说拜拜!" - Adebaby. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3900349160670367504?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3900349160670367504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-123.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3900349160670367504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3900349160670367504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-123.html' title='Chapter 123: 欢乐的时间过得快，又是时间说拜拜!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOoDj3Hwr7U/Tk39OeE3IoI/AAAAAAAABYA/wBvEXZiMWQ0/s72-c/DSC02477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-262129098897770202</id><published>2011-08-12T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:42:52.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 122: #aaroncwl</title><content type='html'>It's great to have someone who understands you, gives in to you, won't be angry with you no matter what happen. And you grew so dependently on this person. And somehow, somewhat, suddenly, this person suddenly stopped contacting you, start being cold to you? Haven't met my boy, #aaroncwl for weeks. When was the last time we really sat down and talk about what we used to talk about? When was the last time we spent our whole night talking about nonsense? When was the last time we really talked  without interruption? Remember how we used to quarrel, talk till late at night, giving morning calls, you being late for school, me being worried. After all these times, I feel like a burden. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have different expectations in life. You have high expectations for studies while I don't have. As long as I have a school, I'm happy with it. Now that you're in TP, I'm in RP. I think distance really makes a difference. I feel affected by it. I know, RP's system isn't the same as other school. And I really thought it wouldn't affect much. But, I was wrong. You're just too busy with your life. CCA, tests, assignments. For me, I do not have CCA. I do not have assignments. I do not have tests so frequently. And often, you do not have time for me because you're into gaming also. I find myself a burden when you said that you're always late for school because we're on the phone till late at night. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry for everything. And I feel really guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I've just got the urge to call #aaroncwl out and have some htht. But maybe baby, things just aren't the same anymore. Maybe, perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember this? "Even if you lose your earings and rings and rings and things and lings, just wanted to say that it's abit hard to lose me ah. ^^~" &lt;i&gt;But honestly, I felt like I've lost you.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S, I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-262129098897770202?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/262129098897770202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-122-aaroncwl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/262129098897770202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/262129098897770202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-122-aaroncwl.html' title='Chapter 122: #aaroncwl'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1850094045006387775</id><published>2011-08-10T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:29:48.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 121: Ideal guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPdnK40YUBE/TkH6Fw4ksPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/zKcvicZvVtY/s1600/tumblr_lpny466dYW1qkl2auo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639063185373049074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPdnK40YUBE/TkH6Fw4ksPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/zKcvicZvVtY/s400/tumblr_lpny466dYW1qkl2auo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think this is what all girls want. But, it's hard to find. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3LBrGC-uvQ/TkH6GMIACoI/AAAAAAAABXY/TIUxkUY-Hos/s1600/tumblr_lpfl8qjKYX1qkl2auo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639063192685513346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3LBrGC-uvQ/TkH6GMIACoI/AAAAAAAABXY/TIUxkUY-Hos/s400/tumblr_lpfl8qjKYX1qkl2auo1_250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, I would try my very best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I almost died of heart attack when I thought I can't take programming UT3. I can really die if it's true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life goes on, and I think I need time. There's so much I have to tell you, but nothing comes out from my mouth. And I would have butterflies in my stomach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1850094045006387775?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1850094045006387775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-121-ideal-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1850094045006387775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1850094045006387775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-121-ideal-guy.html' title='Chapter 121: Ideal guy.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPdnK40YUBE/TkH6Fw4ksPI/AAAAAAAABXQ/zKcvicZvVtY/s72-c/tumblr_lpny466dYW1qkl2auo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-627571469263644544</id><published>2011-08-01T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:21:36.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 120: Hard, harder, hardest.</title><content type='html'>I think it's getting harder and harder for me to forgive and forget. The scars people are leaving me is getting more and more, deeper and deeper. Don't ask me why, I have no idea. I think I just don't want history to repeat itself. I know I'm unreasonable. I'm sorry. I'm also trying to control my feelings. I don't want unnecessary things to happen, repeating itself. But sometimes, I think I just probe in too much. I shouldn't have done that. I should have just stick to my old lifestyle. I shouldn't have change. I'm tired. Physically and mentally. I need time to be alone. Or rather, I would need someone who is willing to stay through this with me. Hugging me, telling me everything's gonna be alright. And the someone must be able to withstand all my nonsense. I need someone who's willing to accompany all day long even if I do not talk. I need someone who will be willing to be on the phone with me even though I'm not talking. But I know, this someone is hard to find in this century. Who will be able to do so? I get angry over the littlest things. I get sad over the smallest thing. Why? Me, myself have no idea. So who would know? I guess it's just me, a typical girl. I'm not pretty, but I hope to be. I'm not perfect, but I wish I am. I think I'm immune to things that happened repeatedly. And I know, one day when I'm sick and tired of doing it, feeling it, I would just give up, unknowingly. I would stand on my feets once again, and move on perfectly with life. And then, I would fall again. The cycle will continue. But, this is life. This is how we learn. This is how we grow. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-627571469263644544?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/627571469263644544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-120-hard-harder-hardest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/627571469263644544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/627571469263644544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-120-hard-harder-hardest.html' title='Chapter 120: Hard, harder, hardest.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7442404637224385633</id><published>2011-07-31T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:35:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 119: 2 important babies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Received a text from my baobei'r a few days back, asking me to read her blogger. And guess what? There's a blog post dedicated to people she love. So, I guess I'm one of them! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it says...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Wondering why would i post such photos? After looking at it, can you feel the happiness? Feel it, feel it! Yes, i'm sure you'll feel it ! and so, these are smiles which i would like to see on your faces. I will not wish for more but hope that you'll be happy, smiling like little angels. Do not dwell in the past for what have happened and things that have defeated you. Though the path ahead is still long and life does not go as planned. You might have your ups and downs BUT, embrace the world with your greatest smile and stay strong no matter what for i'll be there holding onto you, listen carefully to what you have to say and of course, accompany you through your darkest night. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No matter how the world and people have changed. No matter what they say, how they judge you, i'll still love you! And, i promise to never let you feel alone in this world. i'll try to not break this promise alright? ♥"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I'm really glad to have this sunshine in my life. Remember about 4months ago, I first met this girl and my first impression of her was FIERCE. Well, can't believe we got so close in the end. And I remember I first talked to her about was that I wanted to transfer out of RP. I didn't know why I trusted her and told her all my troubles. But yeah, I just did. And I guess, from there, I trusted her, and we got closer and closer. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt2yMzNzmwE/TjUCGERO5iI/AAAAAAAABXA/OApRcHH4db0/s1600/Snapshot_20110711_4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt2yMzNzmwE/TjUCGERO5iI/AAAAAAAABXA/OApRcHH4db0/s400/Snapshot_20110711_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635412811972535842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another 2weeks with E26J, and we'll change classmates. There's good and bad thing. I'll definitely miss my babies from this class. But well, life goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCDFPzgEjYA/TjUErh3oWmI/AAAAAAAABXI/LrFgMcAphl4/s400/269597_1967357196488_1619674276_1977689_5994067_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635415654596631138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey luckyheart, I know you've been down for quite some time. And I just read your blogpost. Who will be your listening ear? You know, I'm always here for you. Really. We might not be in the same school already, but baby, you know I'm always here right? Call me, text me, MSN me. I'm not far away from you. Don't keep everything to yourself. Talk to me, tell me everything. I'm always here. Always have, always will. Let's meet and go somewhere to have some heart-to-heart-talks okay? Don't keep everything to yourself, it's bad for health. I miss you, I miss laughing with you. I miss you telling me your heartfelt words. Text me soon. &amp;lt;3 I love you, bbg. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7442404637224385633?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7442404637224385633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-119-oh-nana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7442404637224385633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7442404637224385633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-119-oh-nana.html' title='Chapter 119: 2 important babies.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt2yMzNzmwE/TjUCGERO5iI/AAAAAAAABXA/OApRcHH4db0/s72-c/Snapshot_20110711_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5751359199445989722</id><published>2011-07-18T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:19:41.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 118: I thought so.</title><content type='html'>I used to think you've always understood me. But, I guess I was wrong. This incident really shows me how much you care, and how much you understands me. I don't even want this to affect me. Do you think I have a choice? Try put yourself into my shoes and think, if you were me, how would you feel? Do you think I want to cry all day long and make my eyes swollen? Do you think I don't want to get over this thing? Do you think I want all these to happen? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want you to feel guilty or anything. Yeah, right from the start, it was my bad, my fault, my mistake. Perhaps I expected too much from you. And I'm sure if everything you say is trustworthy or not. It seems like you don't even mean everything you say. Every time you lie, you would just say you're "joking", or maybe even "kidding". Ever wonder how seriously I would take it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm a paranoid bitch. And I really need a lot of assurance. There's simply too much hidden in my heart. And I don't know how to put them in words. Sometimes, I just need someone who would hold onto the phone even though you're not talking. And someone who's willing to spend time with me, physically even if I'm talking. And wait till I'm willing to talk. In this century, it's hard to find someone like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-5751359199445989722?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5751359199445989722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-118-i-thought-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5751359199445989722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5751359199445989722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-118-i-thought-so.html' title='Chapter 118: I thought so.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6109320662070436604</id><published>2011-07-18T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:13:16.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 117: Puff, gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhHyJHyCkAU/TiORqH69lDI/AAAAAAAABUY/ZTKMRNUWvSo/s1600/tumblr_lohwlpsv7f1qh6aa6o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhHyJHyCkAU/TiORqH69lDI/AAAAAAAABUY/ZTKMRNUWvSo/s320/tumblr_lohwlpsv7f1qh6aa6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630504112010138674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me, hug is assurance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been real careless this year. And I've been losing things that Mum gave me. Really thankful that I'm losing my stuffs instead of people who are important to me. However, I'm really very sad. Puff, and it's gone. I need some hugs. And I don't want to lose people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me you won't leave, tell me you'll be here no matter what happens, tell me you'll be with me forever. I'm a paranoid bitch. Forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt; &lt;div class="tweet-text pretty-link"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Even if you lose your earings and rings and  rings and things and lings, just wanted to say that it's abit hard to lose me  ah. ^^~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 &lt;/b&gt;When did my dear boy became so sweet? &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/6099657379213152347-6109320662070436604?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6109320662070436604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-117-puff-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6109320662070436604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6109320662070436604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-117-puff-gone.html' title='Chapter 117: Puff, gone.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhHyJHyCkAU/TiORqH69lDI/AAAAAAAABUY/ZTKMRNUWvSo/s72-c/tumblr_lohwlpsv7f1qh6aa6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5902211530727892653</id><published>2011-07-11T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:43:09.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 116: My dear boy's finally 17!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday, my dear boy! x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Brfi1Krg4/Thpg5TcQRmI/AAAAAAAABUI/OcDT7D2Oazs/s1600/Snapshot_20110618_3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Brfi1Krg4/Thpg5TcQRmI/AAAAAAAABUI/OcDT7D2Oazs/s320/Snapshot_20110618_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627917221940446818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've got to admit that I'm a impatient, idiotic, stubborn, stupid, unreasonable, annoying girl. And I'm forever wondering who can be able to stand all my nonsense. Guess what? The boy up there can. And sister once asked him "How can you tahan RuYan's  nonsense?". Well, he said that he's one in 6billion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hardly take photos because the boy up there is so shy. We often debate for things that aren't really relevant. But, end of the day, we would be okay. And really, without this boy up there, I wouldn't have come so far. He's always here for me, everytime, anytime, anywhere, everywhere. Where to find someone like him in RP? One who truly understands and compromise to me always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though you always say I'm like a kid. My actions, my words, how I speak in Chinese. But you're always acting like a kid with me. If I'm a kid, baby you're one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea how we got so close. Cause y'know, my memory isn't as good as his. And he's always the one reminding me about stuffs that I should do. Well, what happened in the past doesn't really matter. But I definitely do not want to lose someone like him, one who can be so annoying yet cute at the same time. One who's willing to give in to me in everything. One who understands me so well. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So lastly, thank you, babyA for everything. You know you're an awesome man. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72Zb-yfUtp0/Thpg5lExA3I/AAAAAAAABUQ/UFm41-IBwbs/s320/Snapshot_20110711.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627917226673767282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-5902211530727892653?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5902211530727892653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-116-my-dear-boys-finally-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5902211530727892653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5902211530727892653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-116-my-dear-boys-finally-17.html' title='Chapter 116: My dear boy&apos;s finally 17!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5Brfi1Krg4/Thpg5TcQRmI/AAAAAAAABUI/OcDT7D2Oazs/s72-c/Snapshot_20110618_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-294097391770057999</id><published>2011-07-06T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:41:11.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 115: From strangers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find life amazing. Everyone started off being strangers. And then, friends, good friends, close, friends, lastly, best friends. Sticking around my awesome friends for 10years. In secondary school, I've always felt that I need some new friends, and can't wait to enter a new phase of life - entering Poly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And guess what? Now that I'm in RP, I miss my darlings from GM a lot. I no longer see them everyday, I no longer walk around the school and see familiar faces. I really miss Faith44 a lot. And I mean it. Maybe sometimes, losing some things you really love, makes you appreciate them even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From strangers, we became classmates, from classmates, we became friends, and from friends, we became a clique. A clique that hangs out together, a clique that hardly have quarrels. I really miss this group of girls. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cg99o7QNxfk/ThO-t6h3owI/AAAAAAAABTs/tpa-q2djCQU/s320/DSC04673.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050055530586882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, my bff. From strangers, we became best friends. We've been through a lot. And we always experience the same thing, therefore, knowing how each other feels and everything. Always. And sometimes, thinking that we separated class in Sec2 might be a good thing. We quarrelled lesser. &amp;lt;3 I miss hanging out with this girl, studying together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prcEzyxKS7E/ThO-uE55F3I/AAAAAAAABT0/XDy05LL4ZnM/s320/164385_1684369963175_1655417139_1563835_6668248_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050058315700082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, my bff, A. From strangers to classmates, and bff. Remember how we used to talk throughout almost every night till morning? And breakfast together. Come to think of it now, where did we get so much topic to talk about. Spending time with me whenever I needed you. Where can I find someone like that now? &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MuoZQGnynFI/ThO-um7JQyI/AAAAAAAABT8/gKx5u1yTn3s/s320/Snapshot_20110618_3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050067447759650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from them, I think that I'm a loner. I'm lonersim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6099657379213152347-294097391770057999?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/294097391770057999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-115.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/294097391770057999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/294097391770057999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-115.html' title='Chapter 115: From strangers...'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cg99o7QNxfk/ThO-t6h3owI/AAAAAAAABTs/tpa-q2djCQU/s72-c/DSC04673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7032786079445147258</id><published>2011-06-30T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:24:55.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 114: Lost.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really have no idea what I live for. Myself? I often take what others said to heart. And I would keep blaming myself for being who I am. But sometimes, on the other thought, I feel damn accused. It's hard to describe how I felt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got to know, sometimes the barrier between two person might have a third person appearing, which causes you and the other person to be not-so-close. And yes, this is happening to me now. And I feel really uneasy. Obviously, I hate this feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm really dying keeping everything to myself. Fml. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7032786079445147258?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7032786079445147258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-114-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7032786079445147258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7032786079445147258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-114-lost.html' title='Chapter 114: Lost.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5970301653175262217</id><published>2011-06-28T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:53:17.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 113: Tumblr noob.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. Follow me there, monsteruyan.tumblr.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and if you haven't add my new email: xoxosimruyan@hotmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TYVM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6bVbDw226U/TgmH1tXv5VI/AAAAAAAABTk/agbqwbHUZv4/s1600/I-heart-Tumblr1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6bVbDw226U/TgmH1tXv5VI/AAAAAAAABTk/agbqwbHUZv4/s320/I-heart-Tumblr1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623174966530794834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits：Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-5970301653175262217?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5970301653175262217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-113-tumblr-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5970301653175262217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5970301653175262217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-113-tumblr-noob.html' title='Chapter 113: Tumblr noob.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6bVbDw226U/TgmH1tXv5VI/AAAAAAAABTk/agbqwbHUZv4/s72-c/I-heart-Tumblr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7414335495659721797</id><published>2011-06-27T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:14:11.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 112: First experience on a yatch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. A great weekend spent though Mummy, Daddy, brother and sasa went Turkey. I went on a yatch! It's my first time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ8Npb1RRPU/TgfXUsYgImI/AAAAAAAABTc/6TXs1_kj0ws/s1600/270170_1967346516221_1619674276_1977649_4111235_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ8Npb1RRPU/TgfXUsYgImI/AAAAAAAABTc/6TXs1_kj0ws/s320/270170_1967346516221_1619674276_1977649_4111235_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622699410306638434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRC4xVjp7gs/TgfXUqKf0dI/AAAAAAAABTU/_7FxfTaC2Ew/s1600/267948_1967353756402_1619674276_1977678_8261062_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRC4xVjp7gs/TgfXUqKf0dI/AAAAAAAABTU/_7FxfTaC2Ew/s320/267948_1967353756402_1619674276_1977678_8261062_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622699409711026642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClVk3qZJVQI/TgfXUDW_HbI/AAAAAAAABTM/ND0rb8nMGlc/s1600/264042_1967348916281_1619674276_1977659_6508766_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClVk3qZJVQI/TgfXUDW_HbI/AAAAAAAABTM/ND0rb8nMGlc/s320/264042_1967348916281_1619674276_1977659_6508766_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622699399294426546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YywRO3Pg094/TgfXUAFPjBI/AAAAAAAABTE/YJKt5HTuj5s/s1600/264015_1967351756352_1619674276_1977670_6161306_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YywRO3Pg094/TgfXUAFPjBI/AAAAAAAABTE/YJKt5HTuj5s/s320/264015_1967351756352_1619674276_1977670_6161306_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622699398414699538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55mDCbVZ660/TgfXT2jCUxI/AAAAAAAABS8/h8WERz-mew8/s1600/261327_1967352556372_1619674276_1977673_4834665_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55mDCbVZ660/TgfXT2jCUxI/AAAAAAAABS8/h8WERz-mew8/s1600/261327_1967352556372_1619674276_1977673_4834665_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55mDCbVZ660/TgfXT2jCUxI/AAAAAAAABS8/h8WERz-mew8/s320/261327_1967352556372_1619674276_1977673_4834665_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622699395855307538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what? I'm sacrificing my weekend to go for GB camp this weekend. And my UT2 is next Monday. How nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7414335495659721797?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7414335495659721797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-112-first-experience-on-yatch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7414335495659721797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7414335495659721797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-112-first-experience-on-yatch.html' title='Chapter 112: First experience on a yatch!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ8Npb1RRPU/TgfXUsYgImI/AAAAAAAABTc/6TXs1_kj0ws/s72-c/270170_1967346516221_1619674276_1977649_4111235_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6743919870589216552</id><published>2011-06-18T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:57:07.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 111: Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM9rrcVaJTU/TfzHkzLd7_I/AAAAAAAABSs/XZOBh0GwQUA/s1600/Snapshot_20110617.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM9rrcVaJTU/TfzHkzLd7_I/AAAAAAAABSs/XZOBh0GwQUA/s320/Snapshot_20110617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619585870079062002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmDr_Gm9XnQ/TfzHlEg3oWI/AAAAAAAABS0/0cfbDMRYnRs/s320/Snapshot_20110618_3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619585874732228962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How sweet can my Sweetheart A can be? Accompanying me get an MC for being absent for school on Friday, head to my house and cook dinner for me, and off to airport to fetch zehzeh, supper at our usual prata shop, and head home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my A is getting cuter each day. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6743919870589216552?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6743919870589216552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-111-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6743919870589216552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6743919870589216552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-111-love.html' title='Chapter 111: Love.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM9rrcVaJTU/TfzHkzLd7_I/AAAAAAAABSs/XZOBh0GwQUA/s72-c/Snapshot_20110617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3767653281014172959</id><published>2011-06-12T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:59:34.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 110: They spell L-O-V-E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week was well spent with different people. Monday with my beloved classmates at Marina Barrage. Thursday caught a movie with A and Luckyheart. Met the GB girls on Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVksT55Nsn4/TfTgpKAtFsI/AAAAAAAABSc/NDXpnKiyMII/s1600/249515_1806600961880_1145601273_31686072_1272567_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVksT55Nsn4/TfTgpKAtFsI/AAAAAAAABSc/NDXpnKiyMII/s320/249515_1806600961880_1145601273_31686072_1272567_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617361632904419010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k68J3sjHarA/TfTgoZspWJI/AAAAAAAABSU/QIjOPHqq4Yk/s1600/257874_1806540320364_1145601273_31685880_8386857_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k68J3sjHarA/TfTgoZspWJI/AAAAAAAABSU/QIjOPHqq4Yk/s320/257874_1806540320364_1145601273_31685880_8386857_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617361619935385746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously LOVE the girl up there. She's my cam-whore, htht partner. &amp;lt;3 I love you, Darling Lee. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gm1tNTAJ8tI/TfTgoQdZxII/AAAAAAAABSM/zYrhhimefyA/s1600/254832_1806533760200_1145601273_31685857_2325148_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gm1tNTAJ8tI/TfTgoQdZxII/AAAAAAAABSM/zYrhhimefyA/s320/254832_1806533760200_1145601273_31685857_2325148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617361617455531138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTylSE5fYJo/TfTgoPineHI/AAAAAAAABSE/UHlnU6gOgXI/s1600/251101_1806605721999_1145601273_31686085_1576876_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTylSE5fYJo/TfTgoPineHI/AAAAAAAABSE/UHlnU6gOgXI/s320/251101_1806605721999_1145601273_31686085_1576876_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617361617208965234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bunch of people that never fails to make me smile. And well, I'm finally gonna meet them in another 8hours time. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, I spent my Saturday with my maternal family, and head down to Triscilla's house and slack with the awesome bunch of people down there. (: Well, I really miss those times when we do everything together. During school, after school. &amp;lt;3 Ought to more of such time spent together alright. I love you all. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_nl5TS2Oto/TfTgn_LMfyI/AAAAAAAABR8/CU2kyj-yp2M/s1600/250480_10150216326631544_701001543_7102222_4285044_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_nl5TS2Oto/TfTgn_LMfyI/AAAAAAAABR8/CU2kyj-yp2M/s1600/250480_10150216326631544_701001543_7102222_4285044_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_nl5TS2Oto/TfTgn_LMfyI/AAAAAAAABR8/CU2kyj-yp2M/s320/250480_10150216326631544_701001543_7102222_4285044_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617361612815761186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really miss my sweetheart A. But he's such an asshole, having his holidays now. While I'm gonna have UTs, and lessons. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3767653281014172959?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3767653281014172959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-110-they-spell-l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3767653281014172959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3767653281014172959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-110-they-spell-l-o-v-e.html' title='Chapter 110: They spell L-O-V-E.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVksT55Nsn4/TfTgpKAtFsI/AAAAAAAABSc/NDXpnKiyMII/s72-c/249515_1806600961880_1145601273_31686072_1272567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8356304219312823041</id><published>2011-06-08T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:04:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 109: New email.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi guys, please add: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;xoxosimruyan@hotmail.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thank you very muchie. ^^ &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/6099657379213152347-8356304219312823041?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8356304219312823041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-109-new-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8356304219312823041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8356304219312823041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-109-new-email.html' title='Chapter 109: New email.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3874778383083699502</id><published>2011-06-03T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:12:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 108: A brand new phase in life is great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDMrv2qji7s/Tej34YQCeyI/AAAAAAAABR0/Rmrhp28y7Hw/s1600/259428_1797101604402_1145601273_31669308_6298382_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDMrv2qji7s/Tej34YQCeyI/AAAAAAAABR0/Rmrhp28y7Hw/s320/259428_1797101604402_1145601273_31669308_6298382_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614009483471780642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Good things always come at the most unexpected time. Just like you all(The people up there.). &amp;lt;3" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for some OB talk today, and had HTHT with my Darling Lee during the talk. And I guess my understanding of her increased again. I believe, everyone feels nervous on the first day of school, wondering how their classmates are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for me, I've got to admit that I felt rather scared that I would have no friends. Because everyone up in the picture seems so unfriendly on the very first day we met. That's why, good things always come at the most unexpected time, which is my family up there. (; My motivation to go to school. And even if I'm sad, they would cheer my day up, sometimes unknowingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, &lt;b&gt;I love you guys&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;lt;3 AND I'M SO EGGSAITED FOR MONDAY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3874778383083699502?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3874778383083699502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-108-brand-new-phase-in-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3874778383083699502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3874778383083699502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-108-brand-new-phase-in-life-is.html' title='Chapter 108: A brand new phase in life is great.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDMrv2qji7s/Tej34YQCeyI/AAAAAAAABR0/Rmrhp28y7Hw/s72-c/259428_1797101604402_1145601273_31669308_6298382_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-871304928052329405</id><published>2011-05-29T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:01:33.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 107: My one and only LuckyHeart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCJnJJ0RGbk/TeI8QRWelwI/AAAAAAAABRo/F2LD4ak7Xxk/s1600/222894_1885844198714_1619674276_1869174_3185986_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCJnJJ0RGbk/TeI8QRWelwI/AAAAAAAABRo/F2LD4ak7Xxk/s320/222894_1885844198714_1619674276_1869174_3185986_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612114335890315010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Luckyheart, I know you are experiencing some down parts of life now. And I want you to know, even though we all have new friends now, you still remains as my bff. And I'll always be here for you like always. Remember we're just eight numbers away. When you are happy, please remember me. When you're sad, please remember me. When you're feeling ANYTHING, AND EVERYTHING, please remember SIMRUYAN! ^^ I love you. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And remember what you just said in Facebook okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;IN OUR NEXT LIFE, NEXT NEXT LIFE AND NEXT NEXT x99999999999999999999999999999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;99 LIFE . &amp;lt;:&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&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/6099657379213152347-871304928052329405?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/871304928052329405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-107-my-one-and-only-luckyheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/871304928052329405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/871304928052329405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-107-my-one-and-only-luckyheart.html' title='Chapter 107: My one and only LuckyHeart.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCJnJJ0RGbk/TeI8QRWelwI/AAAAAAAABRo/F2LD4ak7Xxk/s72-c/222894_1885844198714_1619674276_1869174_3185986_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8504068849440913113</id><published>2011-05-24T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:46:05.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 106: Chian says she's shy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Herro. Reporting from school now. Having 6th P soon. New Media Communication today. And we've started to create html. Oh, creating html is not my cup of tea. SAME GROUP WITH DARLING CHIAN = CAMWHORE. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr2ktQot3Jg/TdtY6S6bUzI/AAAAAAAABRA/QrTQVgfKtVY/s1600/Snapshot_20110524.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr2ktQot3Jg/TdtY6S6bUzI/AAAAAAAABRA/QrTQVgfKtVY/s320/Snapshot_20110524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610175519352640306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlNJtkvvQPc/TdtY51yZlrI/AAAAAAAABQ4/lCoTnfLt-jo/s1600/Snapshot_20110524_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlNJtkvvQPc/TdtY51yZlrI/AAAAAAAABQ4/lCoTnfLt-jo/s320/Snapshot_20110524_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610175511534343858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJTWWNFZsRE/TdtY5XnespI/AAAAAAAABQw/KjMQ7kPdyB0/s1600/Snapshot_20110524_13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJTWWNFZsRE/TdtY5XnespI/AAAAAAAABQw/KjMQ7kPdyB0/s1600/Snapshot_20110524_13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJTWWNFZsRE/TdtY5XnespI/AAAAAAAABQw/KjMQ7kPdyB0/s320/Snapshot_20110524_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610175503435477650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, 4 more tests to go. Goodluck, people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8504068849440913113?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8504068849440913113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-105-chian-says-shes-shy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8504068849440913113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8504068849440913113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-105-chian-says-shes-shy.html' title='Chapter 106: Chian says she&apos;s shy.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr2ktQot3Jg/TdtY6S6bUzI/AAAAAAAABRA/QrTQVgfKtVY/s72-c/Snapshot_20110524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2809248583800245547</id><published>2011-05-23T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:48:47.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 105: Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Dbn2DC5ww/TdoDEFiDurI/AAAAAAAABPo/N5WBhZ-b94Q/s1600/221601_1860403602715_1619674276_1840411_6979583_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Dbn2DC5ww/TdoDEFiDurI/AAAAAAAABPo/N5WBhZ-b94Q/s320/221601_1860403602715_1619674276_1840411_6979583_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609799654582762162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weekend's great spending time slacking instead of studying for UT1. And of course, met the guy up there for dinner for both days. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2809248583800245547?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2809248583800245547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-105-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2809248583800245547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2809248583800245547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-105-weekend.html' title='Chapter 105: Weekend.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Dbn2DC5ww/TdoDEFiDurI/AAAAAAAABPo/N5WBhZ-b94Q/s72-c/221601_1860403602715_1619674276_1840411_6979583_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-856492502447059613</id><published>2011-05-22T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:05:09.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 104: Time. Flies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9uqG2bNffs/TdiKmanf4JI/AAAAAAAABPg/Cn4eEFM-qe8/s1600/tumblr_l9jd4xGPOu1qa5v3ko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9uqG2bNffs/TdiKmanf4JI/AAAAAAAABPg/Cn4eEFM-qe8/s320/tumblr_l9jd4xGPOu1qa5v3ko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609385728474603666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, after about a month of school, UT1 starts tomorrow. How naise. And honestly, I'm not prepared for it at all. And I mean it. I still feel as though I'm having holidays now. Yeah, even after 1month++. Another 3 more months with my beloved classmates, and we'll go different ways. To be honest, I'll miss them, alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, UT1 for one and a half week. And guess what? Holidays are arriving. But, one and a half week only!! :c I swear I'm gonna make full use of the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-856492502447059613?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/856492502447059613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-104-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/856492502447059613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/856492502447059613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-104-time-flies.html' title='Chapter 104: Time. Flies.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9uqG2bNffs/TdiKmanf4JI/AAAAAAAABPg/Cn4eEFM-qe8/s72-c/tumblr_l9jd4xGPOu1qa5v3ko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6341066564939048401</id><published>2011-05-09T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:15:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 103: Presentation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I feel bad for posting in class. But I'm really very very bored.  Heh heh, my darling faci Ben Lee is not here today. And this Lawrence Chua is trying to be cute. "Chilli crap". HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83a9HSbBwzw/TceF5RESMDI/AAAAAAAABPY/4ujMxJkNZQQ/s1600/Snapshot_20110509_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83a9HSbBwzw/TceF5RESMDI/AAAAAAAABPY/4ujMxJkNZQQ/s320/Snapshot_20110509_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604595480166281266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X15rqZ6Q7Hs/TceF5E5X_hI/AAAAAAAABPQ/poVkIUTRtRE/s1600/Snapshot_20110509_3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X15rqZ6Q7Hs/TceF5E5X_hI/AAAAAAAABPQ/poVkIUTRtRE/s1600/Snapshot_20110509_3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X15rqZ6Q7Hs/TceF5E5X_hI/AAAAAAAABPQ/poVkIUTRtRE/s320/Snapshot_20110509_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604595476899298834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say hi to my sweetheart, Chian. xoxo. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&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/6099657379213152347-6341066564939048401?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6341066564939048401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-103-presentation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6341066564939048401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6341066564939048401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-103-presentation.html' title='Chapter 103: Presentation.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83a9HSbBwzw/TceF5RESMDI/AAAAAAAABPY/4ujMxJkNZQQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20110509_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6139499751430226054</id><published>2011-05-07T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:05:25.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 102: Happyday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm turning 17 in 2hours. Had a Mother's day and birthday dinner with family today. And had surprise from clique yesterday! Had a sweet and lovely birthday cake decorated by themselves! It's been long since I met them, and it feels good to see them again. Sorry for being pretty quiet, because I'm like super duper zuper tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MutifVZkUQ4/TcVLrndiB-I/AAAAAAAABOY/59O9m6edxDs/s320/229121_1860395042501_1619674276_1840404_1270519_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968524031756258" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mEeZ81InKl4/TcVLsoowQaI/AAAAAAAABO4/OOeYxiMfqCM/s320/222452_1860399442611_1619674276_1840408_8134591_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968541527130530" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDPE9rAR3Tg/TcVLsJJVeAI/AAAAAAAABOo/eKAjyaxXNUs/s320/226384_1860400642641_1619674276_1840409_3954190_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968533073852418" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5_u3JXMs98/TcVL_-TkM1I/AAAAAAAABPI/Ke6vLgc4qCA/s320/221601_1860403602715_1619674276_1840411_6979583_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968873761354578" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2CFX79WEhY/TcVKdpUFZjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/o2g9xxW1Ir4/s320/230255_1860408442836_1619674276_1840415_4730483_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603967184499205682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rboKk6hS2po/TcVKdEz_SzI/AAAAAAAABOA/jGb-Usv_SWQ/s320/Snapshot_20110506_3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603967174700911410" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3r2YUpuffo/TcVKc2EljVI/AAAAAAAABN4/CgK8nxLuMRY/s320/Snapshot_20110506_2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603967170743995730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2xIuHU0g28/TcVKcy34rcI/AAAAAAAABNw/QH8OxHKl4t8/s320/Snapshot_20110506_1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603967169885416898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cPNFhk_vdc/TcVLsArGVII/AAAAAAAABOw/NUAQi-jPyIc/s320/224019_1860414282982_1619674276_1840420_5068351_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968530799547522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They kept insisting the present was ugly and asked me to open it at home! I really believed it. And guess what's inside?! Ok, scroll down and see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBQNelNRZmY/TcVLr4CVJII/AAAAAAAABOg/EV__pjpNCjM/s320/227173_1860413282957_1619674276_1840419_984280_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968528481068162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TADA, IT'S MY FAVOURITE, HELLOKITTY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FhL_WNRRGJY/TcVL_jztLCI/AAAAAAAABPA/jQVc6eBEQ-Y/s320/222325_1860416563039_1619674276_1840422_731064_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968866648402978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pA5vCPoC2v8/TcVKdf97l7I/AAAAAAAABOI/kD-fT-NaqiI/s320/Snapshot_20110506_4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603967181990369202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, thanks guys for the surprise, the present, the cake, the videos, the time and everything. I love you guys! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6139499751430226054?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6139499751430226054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-102-happyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6139499751430226054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6139499751430226054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-102-happyday.html' title='Chapter 102: Happyday!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MutifVZkUQ4/TcVLrndiB-I/AAAAAAAABOY/59O9m6edxDs/s72-c/229121_1860395042501_1619674276_1840404_1270519_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7523230442528460886</id><published>2011-05-04T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:00:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 101: Hello kitty cake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, my ideal cake is so adorable ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo2LYzMgtKM/TcFpo61cRgI/AAAAAAAABNo/dN8AJhhDS9c/s1600/P1070279.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo2LYzMgtKM/TcFpo61cRgI/AAAAAAAABNo/dN8AJhhDS9c/s320/P1070279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602875563134699010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a ball. I'm not for you to be pushed around. And if you intend to push me around, don't get close to me in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7523230442528460886?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7523230442528460886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-101-hello-kitty-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7523230442528460886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7523230442528460886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-101-hello-kitty-cake.html' title='Chapter 101: Hello kitty cake.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo2LYzMgtKM/TcFpo61cRgI/AAAAAAAABNo/dN8AJhhDS9c/s72-c/P1070279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8334159066551125714</id><published>2011-05-03T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:59:04.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 100: Poly Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class outing on Sunday. Went Astons for lunch, and headed home while the rest went for movie. They're really a bunch of awesome people. I swear if I don't meet them for a few days, I'll really miss them. E26J, aren't we awesome? ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niVrAOsbIqw/TcAFFY0wWDI/AAAAAAAABNY/T7iOU1M72Ys/s1600/IMG_0510_picnik.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niVrAOsbIqw/TcAFFY0wWDI/AAAAAAAABNY/T7iOU1M72Ys/s320/IMG_0510_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602483526570104882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niVrAOsbIqw/TcAFFY0wWDI/AAAAAAAABNY/T7iOU1M72Ys/s1600/IMG_0510_picnik.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffe9_zF3nS8/TcAFFmZ4NbI/AAAAAAAABNg/ZwhTqQvpVBM/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602483530215470514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, I've found a cam-whore partner ok! And she's the lovely girl up there, Chian Darling! We're always having HTHT. Believe it or not, she's older than me by 1year. But we can click super well. I LOVE HER ALOT OK. And not forgetting, Nana, the cheerful class sunshine. She's so motherly, forever giving me advices on how to move on. (Regarding poly stuffs and relationship stuff.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love these awesome people. How? 4months only leh. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8334159066551125714?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8334159066551125714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-100-poly-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8334159066551125714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8334159066551125714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-100-poly-love.html' title='Chapter 100: Poly Love.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niVrAOsbIqw/TcAFFY0wWDI/AAAAAAAABNY/T7iOU1M72Ys/s72-c/IMG_0510_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2808268479068010445</id><published>2011-05-02T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:11:09.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 99: Good, old times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with Amabel &amp;amp; Kah Hoong on Friday for catching up at Esplanade. We ended up spamming pictures. I miss my secondary school friends. Well, but my poly friends are A.W.E.S.O.M.E! Oh, I shall update about them on my next post! &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKBzoyBawdY/Tb6rIQFWkaI/AAAAAAAABMo/Egh7SER-7MA/s320/222604_1947101564432_1449334630_32274192_1730328_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602103144740196770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99uEywpmfm8/Tb6rIVdpGbI/AAAAAAAABMg/W071O5fwxJw/s320/215816_1947089604133_1449334630_32274160_30923_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602103146184251826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeNaRIwiNeI/Tb6rJTq8wVI/AAAAAAAABNA/lFCOvmdIdEI/s320/untitled.bmp" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602103162883064146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGnK18EbT60/Tb6rIwxaf3I/AAAAAAAABM4/AzrQriavyos/s320/228090_1947092244199_1449334630_32274166_6908243_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602103153514938226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYsaM088IkQ/Tb6rIlRHzcI/AAAAAAAABMw/WYj89kvlrsM/s320/227044_1947091484180_1449334630_32274164_8110482_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602103150426705346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, many people tell me my actions are like kids. I never realised them until I saw the last 2photos. But well, Amabel said I am motherly. But motherly and being like a kid doesn't match, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I will update more often. Stay tune! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2808268479068010445?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2808268479068010445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-99-good-old-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2808268479068010445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2808268479068010445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/05/chapter-99-good-old-times.html' title='Chapter 99: Good, old times.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKBzoyBawdY/Tb6rIQFWkaI/AAAAAAAABMo/Egh7SER-7MA/s72-c/222604_1947101564432_1449334630_32274192_1730328_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8283381528580374083</id><published>2011-04-11T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:54:37.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 98: Life's good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2My9EJg4MhM/TaLAaCrUQyI/AAAAAAAABMU/C8WSbCOza_4/s1600/216795_1804979778345_1655417139_1748613_2385335_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2My9EJg4MhM/TaLAaCrUQyI/AAAAAAAABMU/C8WSbCOza_4/s320/216795_1804979778345_1655417139_1748613_2385335_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594245240775263010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEAM 8, BIG MOMMA OEIII! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for Cypher camp last Monday till Wednesday. A awesome camp, with awesome people. I'm really glad I went for this camp. Freshmen Orientation Program starts on this Wednesday. Pretty excited to meet my classmates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went WWW with clique on Saturday. It's long since I met them. I think the last time I met them as a group is like a few months back. Now we have left Secondary school, life is pretty much of a big change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbP0mgAl93s/TaLAaIrBmtI/AAAAAAAABMM/-LaIER_DJIA/s1600/215875_1810030543420_1619674276_1765413_1056524_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbP0mgAl93s/TaLAaIrBmtI/AAAAAAAABMM/-LaIER_DJIA/s320/215875_1810030543420_1619674276_1765413_1056524_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594245242384653010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5cK7FSZmJM/TaK_uBFrR2I/AAAAAAAABME/cIj1P6MBAMc/s1600/217322_1810022583221_1619674276_1765391_2707094_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5cK7FSZmJM/TaK_uBFrR2I/AAAAAAAABME/cIj1P6MBAMc/s1600/217322_1810022583221_1619674276_1765391_2707094_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5cK7FSZmJM/TaK_uBFrR2I/AAAAAAAABME/cIj1P6MBAMc/s320/217322_1810022583221_1619674276_1765391_2707094_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594244484434708322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8283381528580374083?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8283381528580374083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/04/chapter-98-lifes-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8283381528580374083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8283381528580374083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/04/chapter-98-lifes-good.html' title='Chapter 98: Life&apos;s good.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2My9EJg4MhM/TaLAaCrUQyI/AAAAAAAABMU/C8WSbCOza_4/s72-c/216795_1804979778345_1655417139_1748613_2385335_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2331119207297143521</id><published>2011-03-29T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:52:44.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 97: Sunny sentosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been long since we met up as a class. Yesterday, had a class outing at Sentosa. This plan is counted as smooth! It should be the last few times we'll be meeting out as a class. And I surely miss these people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHFSjYYXRKI/TZG44kgnXwI/AAAAAAAABL8/2ogTVuzNhUc/s1600/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589451894556155650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHFSjYYXRKI/TZG44kgnXwI/AAAAAAAABL8/2ogTVuzNhUc/s320/IMG_0903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VV15__wuA4/TZG44YaCGsI/AAAAAAAABL0/p4RaIKdEtck/s1600/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589451891307322050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VV15__wuA4/TZG44YaCGsI/AAAAAAAABL0/p4RaIKdEtck/s320/IMG_0946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm5pVtIqIzI/TZG439SQ_7I/AAAAAAAABLs/PXdyxh4DIGs/s1600/IMG_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589451884026986418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm5pVtIqIzI/TZG439SQ_7I/AAAAAAAABLs/PXdyxh4DIGs/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever wonder that the last time we met was the result taking day. But none of us change alot. We still remained the same. I miss my secondary school days. But well, moving on with life, I'm attending the FRESHMEN ORIENTATION CAMP! (4th-6th April!) Yiiiiipeeee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt; More pictures on FB. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2331119207297143521?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2331119207297143521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-97-sunny-sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2331119207297143521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2331119207297143521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-97-sunny-sentosa.html' title='Chapter 97: Sunny sentosa!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHFSjYYXRKI/TZG44kgnXwI/AAAAAAAABL8/2ogTVuzNhUc/s72-c/IMG_0903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-575264797688441744</id><published>2011-03-20T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:01:50.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 96: I wouldn't want such a drama life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPN_BRZfmM4/TYYWlevwGSI/AAAAAAAABLk/2Ca4cnfz9Dc/s1600/gossip-girl-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586177220963997986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPN_BRZfmM4/TYYWlevwGSI/AAAAAAAABLk/2Ca4cnfz9Dc/s320/gossip-girl-image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Started watching GOSSIP GIRL today. And I'm in love with funshion. Just alittle pissed with it for lagging my computer. After all, it's AWESOME! (Y) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-575264797688441744?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/575264797688441744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-96-i-wouldnt-want-such-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/575264797688441744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/575264797688441744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-96-i-wouldnt-want-such-drama.html' title='Chapter 96: I wouldn&apos;t want such a drama life.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPN_BRZfmM4/TYYWlevwGSI/AAAAAAAABLk/2Ca4cnfz9Dc/s72-c/gossip-girl-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2167651048457911558</id><published>2011-03-12T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:39:10.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 95: Bali is b-e-a-u-ti-ful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bali was an awesome experience. Although there is counted as a developing country, I think it has their ambience is super (Y). I promise to go back again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVyt_p-pXRs/TXuRwh2FyVI/AAAAAAAABK8/D7f9_nB9vVk/s1600/DSC01961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583216425960851794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVyt_p-pXRs/TXuRwh2FyVI/AAAAAAAABK8/D7f9_nB9vVk/s320/DSC01961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6aBDeryb3U/TXuRw3hGtWI/AAAAAAAABLE/kiLMtswedac/s1600/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583216431778411874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6aBDeryb3U/TXuRw3hGtWI/AAAAAAAABLE/kiLMtswedac/s320/DSC01966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghw0N5y68gQ/TXuRxeCddEI/AAAAAAAABLM/-pCBj4A1KI0/s1600/DSC02002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583216442118861890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghw0N5y68gQ/TXuRxeCddEI/AAAAAAAABLM/-pCBj4A1KI0/s320/DSC02002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbL6FJ80SKo/TXuRx01lTdI/AAAAAAAABLc/5P0TSGETlxQ/s1600/DSCN0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583216448238865874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbL6FJ80SKo/TXuRx01lTdI/AAAAAAAABLc/5P0TSGETlxQ/s320/DSCN0961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91L6tJWia6Y/TXuRxgW9RNI/AAAAAAAABLU/q8_CP-_SjEI/s1600/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583216442741703890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91L6tJWia6Y/TXuRxgW9RNI/AAAAAAAABLU/q8_CP-_SjEI/s320/DSC02060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next chapter of my holidays is March is Genting. 13-15th March. Miss me, people! :D&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/6099657379213152347-2167651048457911558?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2167651048457911558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-95-bali-is-b-e-u-ti-ful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2167651048457911558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2167651048457911558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-95-bali-is-b-e-u-ti-ful.html' title='Chapter 95: Bali is b-e-a-u-ti-ful!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVyt_p-pXRs/TXuRwh2FyVI/AAAAAAAABK8/D7f9_nB9vVk/s72-c/DSC01961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5721643856925763843</id><published>2011-03-07T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:15:53.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 94: Goodbye SG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BALI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7-11march. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-5721643856925763843?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5721643856925763843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-94-goodbye-sg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5721643856925763843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5721643856925763843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-94-goodbye-sg.html' title='Chapter 94: Goodbye SG.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2488615882411481149</id><published>2011-03-03T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:52:59.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 93: Doubly sadded.</title><content type='html'>I can't upload photos. It's failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Jiejie gone missing? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2488615882411481149?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2488615882411481149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-93-doubly-sadded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2488615882411481149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2488615882411481149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-93-doubly-sadded.html' title='Chapter 93: Doubly sadded.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-836032209082928468</id><published>2011-03-01T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:45:56.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 92: ONE-DIRECTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67BKpUJQU_8/TWzONXVmZhI/AAAAAAAABK0/D-yErpBIM2U/s1600/one_direction_4d0b8048a2456_4d0e1a039fe18_4d11ea39ed59a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579060767403435538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67BKpUJQU_8/TWzONXVmZhI/AAAAAAAABK0/D-yErpBIM2U/s320/one_direction_4d0b8048a2456_4d0e1a039fe18_4d11ea39ed59a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't they cute? Aren't they lovely? (:&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/6099657379213152347-836032209082928468?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/836032209082928468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-92-one-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/836032209082928468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/836032209082928468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/03/chapter-92-one-direction.html' title='Chapter 92: ONE-DIRECTION.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67BKpUJQU_8/TWzONXVmZhI/AAAAAAAABK0/D-yErpBIM2U/s72-c/one_direction_4d0b8048a2456_4d0e1a039fe18_4d11ea39ed59a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2062931616464157621</id><published>2011-02-21T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:00:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 91:HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WHICH COLOUR SHOULD I GET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjQJO7GMdkU/TWJhJSumkmI/AAAAAAAABKk/1hixb61EX_E/s1600/1899089897_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576126100912116322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjQJO7GMdkU/TWJhJSumkmI/AAAAAAAABKk/1hixb61EX_E/s320/1899089897_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graphite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzVIkZbC7_E/TWJhJOQri0I/AAAAAAAABKc/UUylPIMs7wQ/s1600/1899089556_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576126099712871234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzVIkZbC7_E/TWJhJOQri0I/AAAAAAAABKc/UUylPIMs7wQ/s320/1899089556_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBNn-pKdEUk/TWJhJbkV0VI/AAAAAAAABKs/CTJV8VP2b_g/s1600/1899089456_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576126103284994386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBNn-pKdEUk/TWJhJbkV0VI/AAAAAAAABKs/CTJV8VP2b_g/s320/1899089456_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lagon&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/6099657379213152347-2062931616464157621?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2062931616464157621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-91help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2062931616464157621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2062931616464157621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-91help.html' title='Chapter 91:HELP!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjQJO7GMdkU/TWJhJSumkmI/AAAAAAAABKk/1hixb61EX_E/s72-c/1899089897_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3273999882568964456</id><published>2011-02-21T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:38:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 90: A guy like this is hard to come by.</title><content type='html'>Had a post in January (http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-83-enchanted-taylor-swift.html), explaining how I'm feeling. Taylor Swift - Enchanted. But, never thought that there'llbe a replied version. And I think it's pretty cool and sweet to have a guy like that. Enchanted by OwlCity is sweet! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owl City- Enchanted Lyrics (cover/reply to Taylor Swift’s song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles&lt;br /&gt;Same old tired, lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Walls of insincerity&lt;br /&gt;Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes whispered “have we met?”&lt;br /&gt;Across the room your silhouette starts to make it’s way to me&lt;br /&gt;The playful conversation starts&lt;br /&gt;Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Taylor I was so enchanted to meet you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lingering question kept me up&lt;br /&gt;2AM, who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;I wondered till I’m wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door&lt;br /&gt;I’d open up and you would say,&lt;br /&gt;Hey it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Taylor I was so enchanted to meet you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me praying that this was the very first page&lt;br /&gt;Not where the story line ends&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you too&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I’m wonderstruck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;Taylor I’ll spend my whole life wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;I never had somebody waiting on me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you were all of my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And I just wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;Taylor I was so in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3273999882568964456?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3273999882568964456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-90-guy-like-this-is-hard-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3273999882568964456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3273999882568964456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-90-guy-like-this-is-hard-to.html' title='Chapter 90: A guy like this is hard to come by.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8526796131964666090</id><published>2011-02-11T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:31:49.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 89: JEALOUSY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was blog hopping and got to read this post regarding jealousy. "Jealousy indeed is a very natural human behaviour/reaction (especially for woman), but here's how to cope with it..." For those who need it &amp;amp; to most ppl out there, read on if u're ever interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is when you react negatively towards the possibility of losing what you have to someone else. Unlike envy, it usually involves three people, rather than just two: you, the person who has what you want, and the person who threatens to take it away. It's an unhealthy habit that can make any kind of relationship crumble; if you're a jealous person, you have seen how much damage it can do. But at the core of jealousy are some fears and expectations that are hard to shake, unless you make a conscious effort to cast them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Build self confidence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is usually a by-product of insecurity and low self-esteem. Sometimes it's a deep-rooted fear of abandonment that someone will leave you, or withdraw their love or attention from you because you're "not good enough"--if so, you need to learn that other people's behavior and lives are not a reflection on you. Confident people know that even when they are rejected or ridiculed, it's not always because they failed; sometimes people are just short-sighted. And even if they do fail, it doesn't reduce their worth; it simply means they need to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stop comparing yourself to other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people seem to have it all, but be realistic--does anyone really lead a problem-free life? They might seem to lead a comfortable life (as many wealthy people do) but it's not always a fulfilling life. And even beautiful, successful celebrities have emotional breakdowns, get cheated on, struggle with addictions, get arrested, and lose their fortunes. Make friends with someone who you think has it all--sincerely take an interest in their lives--and you'll eventually discover that they have their hidden struggles. But they don't live their lives constantly worried that someone else will come along and take away everything that gives them joy; their lives aren't characterized by jealousy. Learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stop feeling entitled to all of a person's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get jealous when you see someone you care about interacting with or spending time with someone other than you, then you need to consider "How much of this person's time do I really want?" It's understandable if you want to spend a certain amount of quality time with your partner, child, parent, or friend. If they're not spending any time with you, then your concerns are valid. But if they spend a good deal of time with you but you never feel like it's enough, and deep down you'd prefer it if you were together all the time, then it's not healthy. Find other activities, and other people to do them with, to fill your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trust.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get jealous easily, you've probably had your trust broken. Most of the time, the trust was broken in the past, and you inadvertently project your fear of being hurt again onto someone else. The question you need to ask yourself is whether this person (the person who you worry will hurt you) has ever done anything to break your trust in the past. If the answer is no, then it's important to give them credit for that, and not treat him or her like a criminal. If the person has broken your trust in the past, then it's time to forgive, or else jealousy will ruin the relationship. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes jealousy is warranted. Not all partners have a good sense of boundaries. In some instances where this is true - it is truly vital that you question your partner's judgment and in whom he/she places trust. Boundaries need to be set so you both know what's appropriate and what's not in terms of interacting with other people. This is a difficult subject for many couples, but addressing it will prevent arguments down the line. Ask your partner where they draw the line (flirting? kiss on the cheek? peck on the lips? shoulder massage? dancing?) and see if it matches up with yours. If not, talk it over until you can find common ground. Once it's established, trust your partner and don't let jealousy get the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Be positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, jealousy is a fear-based behavior. You're spending a lot of time worrying about something bad that hasn't happened yet, and might not happen at all. In doing so, you're increasing the likelihood of bad things happening by fostering suspicion and distrust. Try to focus on the positive, instead. Be thankful for what you have. And remember that if someone is going to hurt you, there's nothing you can do to stop it anyway. No amount of nagging, monitoring, accusation, snooping, or guarding will prevent you from being hurt. If you believe in someone, believe in them completely; give them all your trust. The benefit of the doubt is essential for any relationship to work. And if you really don't trust them, if you really feel that the person is weak, deceptive, or otherwise untrustworthy, then don't associate with them. You deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn useful advice (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SELF CONFIDENCE &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; IMPT! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I need to practice this. (SAME HERE!) Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8526796131964666090?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8526796131964666090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-89-jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8526796131964666090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8526796131964666090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-89-jealousy.html' title='Chapter 89: JEALOUSY.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-280024015678283070</id><published>2011-02-03T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:26:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 88: 888, FA FA FA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BUNNY LUNAR NEW YEAR, READERS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUq5psjBeNI/AAAAAAAABKU/OJrvr9Mqpmg/s1600/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569468015180871890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUq5psjBeNI/AAAAAAAABKU/OJrvr9Mqpmg/s320/DSC04344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year, CNY's first day was a little different for us. Dinner was at Gan ma's place instead of Granny's. No midnight movie on the first day. Instead, midnight movie tomorrow! I've yet to meet my cousins (except for Abigail and a few others.), and I miss them alot. It's weird not meeting them on the first day of CNY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First day of CNY was crap to me. ): Firstly, heels ruined my day. Secondly, I'm dead tired as I slept at around 3am last night. DON'T ASK ME WHY, I DON'T KNOW EITHER. However, will sleep early to replenish my rest for tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was just telling Mom, life after CNY is alittle meaningless to me. No more school, no more work! Well, the next event that I'll be looking forward to is the Bali and Japan trip, which is in March! Oh manz. I shall slack through my holidays! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-280024015678283070?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/280024015678283070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-88-888-fa-fa-fa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/280024015678283070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/280024015678283070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-88-888-fa-fa-fa.html' title='Chapter 88: 888, FA FA FA!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUq5psjBeNI/AAAAAAAABKU/OJrvr9Mqpmg/s72-c/DSC04344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1811607728335929756</id><published>2011-01-30T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:05:37.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 87: 4more days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to GB isn't for serving. My main reason for going back is because I want to spend more time with people I love. BUT NEED TO WAKE UP SUPER EARLY LA! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoQD285pI/AAAAAAAABKI/GWxVfu6Ip_c/s1600/DSC04290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567900770692294290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoQD285pI/AAAAAAAABKI/GWxVfu6Ip_c/s320/DSC04290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoP6ArXQI/AAAAAAAABKA/vhPhTXcu6OM/s1600/DSC04312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567900768048733442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoP6ArXQI/AAAAAAAABKA/vhPhTXcu6OM/s320/DSC04312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoPWeYe3I/AAAAAAAABJ4/6lcS3NJWTRE/s1600/DSC04311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567900758509648754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoPWeYe3I/AAAAAAAABJ4/6lcS3NJWTRE/s320/DSC04311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoPDRFT1I/AAAAAAAABJw/iyPpkxyPrkY/s1600/DSC04302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567900753353592658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoPDRFT1I/AAAAAAAABJw/iyPpkxyPrkY/s320/DSC04302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss my dear girlfriends, when are we meeting up as a clique? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1811607728335929756?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1811607728335929756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-87-4more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1811607728335929756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1811607728335929756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-87-4more-days.html' title='Chapter 87: 4more days.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TUUoQD285pI/AAAAAAAABKI/GWxVfu6Ip_c/s72-c/DSC04290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5476775671952915453</id><published>2011-01-26T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:40:23.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 86: Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had been busy with life, since last week. Chalet, meeting up with different people, training, work and work. Life's pretty busy. Went to the chalet with my dearest KTKL. I would say life's too good to be true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_AeMYYJAI/AAAAAAAABJg/fc8KXND2xik/s1600/163747_494538019269_718734269_6220662_1265454_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566379289405301762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_AeMYYJAI/AAAAAAAABJg/fc8KXND2xik/s320/163747_494538019269_718734269_6220662_1265454_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_AeatogCI/AAAAAAAABJo/5ResAbizIqc/s1600/180706_494538549269_718734269_6220665_7541979_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566379293252550690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_AeatogCI/AAAAAAAABJo/5ResAbizIqc/s320/180706_494538549269_718734269_6220665_7541979_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_Ad94AnOI/AAAAAAAABJY/_JP44DPcSxw/s1600/179631_494531384269_718734269_6220546_7749182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566379285511445730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_Ad94AnOI/AAAAAAAABJY/_JP44DPcSxw/s320/179631_494531384269_718734269_6220546_7749182_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_AdzvOTeI/AAAAAAAABJQ/rsaJJeNB6AY/s1600/166328_494530724269_718734269_6220534_6700918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566379282790239714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_AdzvOTeI/AAAAAAAABJQ/rsaJJeNB6AY/s320/166328_494530724269_718734269_6220534_6700918_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy EARLY birthday, my dear below! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_Ad3MYyqI/AAAAAAAABJI/oItkfIM5qsw/s1600/163259_494530604269_718734269_6220532_5294395_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566379283717868194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_Ad3MYyqI/AAAAAAAABJI/oItkfIM5qsw/s320/163259_494530604269_718734269_6220532_5294395_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't sleep well recently, I have no idea why. I need my sleep, I need my sleep, I REALLY NEED MY SLEEP! I'm having flu, must be the rain yesterday! ARGH DAMN. Chinese New Year coming leh! Don't like that leh. :'(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-5476775671952915453?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5476775671952915453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-86-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5476775671952915453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5476775671952915453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-86-life.html' title='Chapter 86: Life.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TT_AeMYYJAI/AAAAAAAABJg/fc8KXND2xik/s72-c/163747_494538019269_718734269_6220662_1265454_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1094689103337628160</id><published>2011-01-14T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:07:18.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 85: 2011 will be a tough year for me, once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This will be a wordy post. But, please bear with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that 2009 was the suckiest year to me. Now, it may not be true anymore. 2010 was shit in the beginning. But as months goes by, I began to let go. What I used to think was hard for me, is no longer &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard for me. I would say 2010 was a "roller coaster year" to me. I experienced so much of ups and downs. And many people came into my life, making it so so so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of 2010, I told myself that 2011 would be a good year for me. It's unrealistic to expect that there's only happiness, and there's no sorrows at all. I never want to disappoint myself by thinking that I would be happy everyday. But the fact is, who can be happy everyday without fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are not close to me, often think that i'm happy-go-lucky. They don't know what's inside of me. Even if every night, I hide in my bed room and cry, no one knows. People often say they understand how I'm feeling. But frankly speaking, how many really understands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pick myself up once again, I bring this upon myself. It's me who gave up in the first place. Moving on with life will make me a stronger woman. I may think alot, but this is who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1094689103337628160?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1094689103337628160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-85-2011-will-be-tough-year-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1094689103337628160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1094689103337628160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-85-2011-will-be-tough-year-for.html' title='Chapter 85: 2011 will be a tough year for me, once again.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5873639587196034698</id><published>2011-01-13T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:31:41.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 84: Annual Dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had our Annual Dinner @ Park Royal Hotel. Every year, I don't look forward to annual dinner because dad's family is too big and I always forget what to call them. However, this year, the kids made it so wonderful, so lively! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w5UyqCHI/AAAAAAAABIo/QE4idx-yc1k/s1600/DSC04208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506719985174642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w5UyqCHI/AAAAAAAABIo/QE4idx-yc1k/s320/DSC04208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w5t6PSVI/AAAAAAAABIw/tvIUPOfFVVA/s1600/DSC04209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506726727862610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w5t6PSVI/AAAAAAAABIw/tvIUPOfFVVA/s320/DSC04209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w6NphV0I/AAAAAAAABI4/8rC2_9tRDeU/s1600/DSC04210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506735247677250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w6NphV0I/AAAAAAAABI4/8rC2_9tRDeU/s320/DSC04210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w6XOXOkI/AAAAAAAABJA/InY2bWOfVu8/s1600/DSC04228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561506737818122818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w6XOXOkI/AAAAAAAABJA/InY2bWOfVu8/s320/DSC04228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, thank you everyone that's been there for me these few days. I'm fine already. Thank you.&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/6099657379213152347-5873639587196034698?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5873639587196034698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-84-annual-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5873639587196034698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5873639587196034698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-84-annual-dinner.html' title='Chapter 84: Annual Dinner.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TS5w5UyqCHI/AAAAAAAABIo/QE4idx-yc1k/s72-c/DSC04208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8110814164585944807</id><published>2011-01-05T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:33:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 83: Enchanted - Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>It's always hard to explain how I feel. But there's always a song that sings out how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same old tired, lonely place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Walls of insincerity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shifiting eyes and vancancy vanished when I saw your face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes whispered "have we met?"&lt;br /&gt;Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me&lt;br /&gt;The playful conversation starts&lt;br /&gt;Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy&lt;br /&gt;And it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck,&lt;/strong&gt; blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lingering question kept me up&lt;br /&gt;2am, who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder till I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door&lt;br /&gt;I'd open up and you would say,&lt;br /&gt;It was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm wonderstruck,&lt;/strong&gt; blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me praying that this was the very first page&lt;br /&gt;Not where the story line ends&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm wonderstruck,&lt;/strong&gt; blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;'m wonderstruck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8110814164585944807?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8110814164585944807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-83-enchanted-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8110814164585944807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8110814164585944807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-83-enchanted-taylor-swift.html' title='Chapter 83: Enchanted - Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5979185860718320641</id><published>2010-12-31T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:03:47.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 82: How great is your 2010?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How was your 2010? Awesome, great, lovely, bad, or sucky? No matter how great, or sucky my 2010 is, I'm thankful that it's coming to an end. I definitely remember how I welcome 2010 because there's too much bad times in 2009. And 2010 was a new 'chapter' of my life. However, I still hated it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things was really bad in the beginning of the year. I couldn't manage my studies, family, and relationship problems. And every now and then, I would break down upon recieving unexpected news. But things starts to get better with awesome people around me. They really taught me alot. And this is when I start to love 2010, I start to love my life. There's so much joys and sorrows in 2010, too much to be stated. Cryings, poutings, laughings, gigglings, smilings. And I found out that life could be great too, without KZH. If you asked me I did regret being with him now, I definitely do not regret. Because if it weren't for him, I wouldn't know that there are so many awesome people around me. AND LASTLY, I LOVE MY LIFE ALOT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here, say hello to the awesome people in my life. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F.A.M.&lt;u&gt;I.L.Y&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2S5KOxiiI/AAAAAAAABIg/L9gNcOirElg/s1600/family.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556759025941580322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2S5KOxiiI/AAAAAAAABIg/L9gNcOirElg/s320/family.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Daddy, thanks for everything you could have done for us. It's not easy to manage a family. Well, your task is definitely more difficult! You've got 4kids to support. You probably wouldn't know, you've done a great job! Thank you, for giving me your support this year. Although there are times where I felt that you're giving me 'sacarstic' remarks, I know you meant well. Lastly, you've got to know you're the best daddy in the world! Thank you, daddy. I love you, alot! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Mommy, you've been a great mommy. I know you've been disappointed with us recently, because we always delay things. And you want to get things done quick. I really want to thank you for being so patient with us. Fetching me to tuition whenever you can, cooking all those delicious dinner. Thank you, mommy. I love you, very much! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2S417VGNI/AAAAAAAABIQ/dp84wQG71QI/s1600/yanxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556759020491315410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2S417VGNI/AAAAAAAABIQ/dp84wQG71QI/s320/yanxi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear dajie, you know you can be really irritating at times. I know I can be irritating at times too. BUT, you're irritating every night! Though I always ask you to get married soon, in my heart, I hope you don't. Because this house will be very quiet without you. And you know, Tampinese is very far! We'll hardly meet. There'll no longer be as much laughter at home like now. And no more good food around Singapore! Thanks for all the advices you gave me, 'waking' me up from my 'dream'. I know you don't want to see me retake my O's. And I did try after our talk during the exam period. I love you, sister! xoxo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2S5MrhF3I/AAAAAAAABIY/juCIPh9p1b8/s1600/liehao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556759026599008114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2S5MrhF3I/AAAAAAAABIY/juCIPh9p1b8/s320/liehao.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear korkor, remember how you used to be so 'anti-social'? We used to live under the same rooft, but we hardly talk. Now, things get so different. The four of us often go for supper together. And you've been a great brother though you everytime disturb me! Being in army, coming home only on weekends, you would still sacrifice part of your 'little time' to fetch me to tuition, or places that i'm meeting my friends. Thank you, :-) Where to find such a lovely brother? I love you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFwJPPuI/AAAAAAAABII/n80mXpKfCbI/s1600/yanhui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556758142765711074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFwJPPuI/AAAAAAAABII/n80mXpKfCbI/s320/yanhui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Sasa, don't know why, we've been close ever since I've stepped into Secondary school. And people often say we're very close in school, unlike other sisters, as they can walk past each other without acknowledging each other. You're always laughing at my sense of direction! But don't worry, your sister here is very independent one okay! If I get lost, I will call you, you must come down and save me! Thanks for all the advices, naggings, and 'scoldings' in everything. I still remember, last time we used to hide in the room, taking out the school magazine, and gossiped about people. I miss those times! We should do it one day. This time, we should sit infront the lappy, open FB, and gossip! Technology better already! I love you, sasa! xoxo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C.L.I.Q.U.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFle_NZI/AAAAAAAABIA/4fj8izHBQiQ/s1600/clique%2Bwhole.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556758139904144786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFle_NZI/AAAAAAAABIA/4fj8izHBQiQ/s320/clique%2Bwhole.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi girls, we had been busy with our own life. You girls are working, and we hardly have time to meet. We might be going different paths next year. We would know more friends. We'll definitely change, because the world is round! We should make deals like meeting once a week. Keeping the day before all the important dates (E.g: Valentines' day, birthdays, x'mas, etc..) free to meet up! :-) We'll no longer hang out together during recess, lunch, or maybe after school. We'll no longer have studying sessions together. 2010 was awesome for us - picnic at Marina Barrage, catching up at Seoul garden, and more. So, 2011 would be great for us too. We might meet things that good and bad next year. But keep this in mind, clique's always here for you all, my dear girls. Lastly, I love you all. xoxo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFA_y2cI/AAAAAAAABHo/I74_UVnh0bM/s1600/triscilla.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556758130109635010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFA_y2cI/AAAAAAAABHo/I74_UVnh0bM/s320/triscilla.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Triscilla, you've been a silly girl. You know, you're really a friend that I think I've been through thick and thin together with. In relationship, academic, CCA, everything. I'll never forget the day we recieve our Chinese O's result. Upon seeing me cry, you cried. You accompanied me throughout till I'm fine. Having hth talks with you every now and then, telling you how I felt about everything. And you gave me your advices. Thanks luckyheart. To say the truth, I'm selfish. When you told me you might be migrating to Australia, I hope you don't. Because I'll miss those times when I lie on my bed, giggling and laughing on the phone with you. But even if you decided to go, I'll respect your choice. Now that you're not leaving yet, we still have 1year to create memories! Don't go into your new school, know new friends and forget me, please. xoxo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFfdcVlI/AAAAAAAABHw/2IBaj2VRyRg/s1600/xiuting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556758138287052370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFfdcVlI/AAAAAAAABHw/2IBaj2VRyRg/s320/xiuting.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Xiuting, we aren't close at all last year. This year, I start to know you much better. We often hang out at my place. And you always disturb my Mommy! You're the first friend that got so close with my family although we always guailan each other. And I think we're straightforward towards each other. And I like it! (Y) Thanks for helping me with my maths this year. And I'll never forget those times where you irritate me with your "If you continue to do _____, you'll go ITE!" Not forgetting those long sleepless nights, we had our hth talks through SMS. Thanks bitch, for adding those laughters in my life. xoxo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFgQLTBI/AAAAAAAABH4/QGdS0vxpm3U/s1600/yewching.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556758138499845138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2SFgQLTBI/AAAAAAAABH4/QGdS0vxpm3U/s320/yewching.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Yewching, you probably wouldn't know you can really get onto my nerves at times! Because you are a indecisive girl! But, I still love you! We've been through almost the same experience in love. You're like a mummy to me. Whenever I have cramps, you'll sayang me! TEHE! We might go different ways next year, no more 'sayangs' from you when I'm experiencing cramps! Thank you, looking at your cheerful and forgive-and-forget character teaches me alot in life. xoxo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2RjR36iVI/AAAAAAAABHA/atgTfbw9lHA/s1600/huisi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556757550524434770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2RjR36iVI/AAAAAAAABHA/atgTfbw9lHA/s320/huisi.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Huisi, I'm sorry for the ugly picture above. I am so fugly there. We should continue our gossip session on MSN one day. TEHE! And those funny comments like "Maybe he likes to get rejected. When he gets rejected, *WIDE SMILE.*" I can't believe you can think of that! Anyway, thanks for all those talks which sometimes let me realise things that I've never thought of before! xoxo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2Rj8yViWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Sit5NCE53BM/s1600/karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556757562043763042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2Rj8yViWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Sit5NCE53BM/s320/karen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Karen, if it weren't for GB, I guess we will be like strangers right now. Walking past each other, like we never met before. No matter how much we drift, we'll be close back. Every GB Annual camp, we'll be in the same dorm. And we'll always have hth talks. we always experience the same problem in relationship. You're always giving me advices. Sometimes, me myself would think that we're people from different worlds. Yours is those 'party' kind while mine is 'calm' kind. Despite this, you can still be my best friend. Well, thanks for helping me with my Maths and Science this year during those studying sessions. I love you! Thanks ger! xoxo. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2Rjw9i4SI/AAAAAAAABHY/v2nYsDLBTWw/s1600/vivian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556757558869549346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2Rjw9i4SI/AAAAAAAABHY/v2nYsDLBTWw/s320/vivian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Vivian, though you're three years younger than me. But you seems to understand how I feel everytime. Perhaps, that's the reason why we're still so close despite our age gap. You've been encouraging along the way for the whole year. Whenever I mention that I want to give up, you'll knock me back into my senses. You've been giving me alot of support this year. Thank you, darling. I love you! Your x'mas card is still with me. Shall meet you for lunch after your lessons one day! xoxo. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2RkOChyuI/AAAAAAAABHg/2Y8gerrmUIk/s1600/bryan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556757566675077858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2RkOChyuI/AAAAAAAABHg/2Y8gerrmUIk/s320/bryan.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Bryan, thanks for being there for me these months. When I felt so down, you're always here to give me advices. Thank you, B. But you can be an ass at times! Always irritate me uh! But, thanks for the brack book. TEHE! Whenever I take out and read it, I feel so dumb writing those stuffs down. Anyway, thank you B. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i406/Rebecca_Huynh/angel2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Aa, thank you for everything. Been thinking to give up along the way. But you're there to motivate and encourage me to study. Thank you for the morning calls you gave me during O's. I think if weren't for those calls, I would probably miss out a paper or something. Thank you for sacrificing your time before POA and geog paper to teach me amalgamation. Though sometimes you can really be very nonsense, but those are the times where I laughed/smiled at your nonsense. And if you don't nonsense with me, I will feel weird! Thank you, Aa. You're awesome. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2RjgvH6LI/AAAAAAAABHI/tVNHUnrNjHY/s1600/faith44.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556757554514094258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2RjgvH6LI/AAAAAAAABHI/tVNHUnrNjHY/s320/faith44.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least, a class with only 29people. (NOT INCLUDING REBECCA!) With Joseph this year, we got more bonded. Though at times, the guys can get alittle rowdy, irritating. But they can be gentlemen at times too! And gossiping sessions with the girls in this class can be funny. The way things got described by them. The encouragement gave to each other was really encouraging. With Joseph pushing us, believing we can make it. Not forgetting class BBQ at ECP, where we ate all the food with extra ingredient and getting drenched. Girls, we ought to catch up soon! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Together, we've finally reached the last month before O'level. I wish you all the best. Please continue to strive hard. &lt;strong&gt;Never never never give up. Never never never slide at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt; Most important, I want to tell each and everyone of you just like my own children, just like my own brother and sisters. &lt;strong&gt;A bright and exciting future for you right now.&lt;/strong&gt; But remember,&lt;strong&gt; there was once a teacher that was there for you anytime you need.&lt;/strong&gt; All the best for your future." - Joseph Lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye 2010, and hello 2011. All the best in 2011, bloggers! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what's your new year resolution? &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/6099657379213152347-5979185860718320641?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5979185860718320641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-82-how-great-is-your-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5979185860718320641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5979185860718320641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-82-how-great-is-your-2010.html' title='Chapter 82: How great is your 2010?'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR2S5KOxiiI/AAAAAAAABIg/L9gNcOirElg/s72-c/family.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7990720233045496858</id><published>2010-12-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:01:58.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 81: Last steamboat with my girls for 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had steamboat with my dear girls, Sharmaine and her boyfriend. We prepared everything ourselves. To say the truth, I think I damn fail in cooking. But, with my darlings, everything turned out to be fine. AND THE STEAMBOAT WAS YUMMY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13d5DwPuI/AAAAAAAABG4/1ry7Z_bBWLo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556728870661537506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13d5DwPuI/AAAAAAAABG4/1ry7Z_bBWLo/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13dXrPisI/AAAAAAAABGw/WrrHzII3giE/s1600/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556728861700360898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13dXrPisI/AAAAAAAABGw/WrrHzII3giE/s320/1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13dCcbuqI/AAAAAAAABGg/3DLrG2d_Yos/s1600/2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556728856001100450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13dCcbuqI/AAAAAAAABGg/3DLrG2d_Yos/s320/2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13dKlYTAI/AAAAAAAABGo/ixJwLY6ieDI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556728858186107906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13dKlYTAI/AAAAAAAABGo/ixJwLY6ieDI/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sharmaine and her boyfriend left early. Slacked around at my house with my dear girls, gossiped, took stupid photos. It's one of our last few moments spent together in 2010. And I really treasure it alot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10e9TIfyI/AAAAAAAABGI/DTsRc5gNXtU/s1600/4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725590444769058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10e9TIfyI/AAAAAAAABGI/DTsRc5gNXtU/s320/4a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10euhQsOI/AAAAAAAABGA/hpowFUGI5tE/s1600/4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725586477494498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10euhQsOI/AAAAAAAABGA/hpowFUGI5tE/s320/4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10eXJEjSI/AAAAAAAABF4/AkJqOS-Xg6Y/s1600/4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725580202020130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10eXJEjSI/AAAAAAAABF4/AkJqOS-Xg6Y/s320/4c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10f0f3oZI/AAAAAAAABGY/c_E6R55QobQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725605262139794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10f0f3oZI/AAAAAAAABGY/c_E6R55QobQ/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10fcZS3BI/AAAAAAAABGQ/45bjw1bdxrA/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725598792113170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10fcZS3BI/AAAAAAAABGQ/45bjw1bdxrA/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10ISr9XOI/AAAAAAAABFw/QTw4H6a15Ho/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725201049050338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10ISr9XOI/AAAAAAAABFw/QTw4H6a15Ho/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10INMlbPI/AAAAAAAABFo/eYeFJ_TLw54/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725199575280882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10INMlbPI/AAAAAAAABFo/eYeFJ_TLw54/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10Hzn0WxI/AAAAAAAABFg/rxvx9xuo-P0/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725192710183698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10Hzn0WxI/AAAAAAAABFg/rxvx9xuo-P0/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10HvGXGdI/AAAAAAAABFY/Oz7Aw-UC3kw/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725191496112594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10HvGXGdI/AAAAAAAABFY/Oz7Aw-UC3kw/s320/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10HjBmVWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/o93osUpf_vE/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556725188254913890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR10HjBmVWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/o93osUpf_vE/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7990720233045496858?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7990720233045496858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7990720233045496858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7990720233045496858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Chapter 81: Last steamboat with my girls for 2010.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TR13d5DwPuI/AAAAAAAABG4/1ry7Z_bBWLo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7275980826507547391</id><published>2010-12-27T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:01:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea why, but I seems to have the passion for baking cookies. Though baking is so so so tiring, I seems to enjoy the process. Especially the thought of people smiling, and telling you how much they enjoy your cookie! The feeling is so good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA, maybe I should open a online-cookie-shop! All I do is stay at home and bake all day. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpFgaD0fI/AAAAAAAABEo/4OCe5SODLug/s1600/DSC04087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555235314936828402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpFgaD0fI/AAAAAAAABEo/4OCe5SODLug/s320/DSC04087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpGH48INI/AAAAAAAABEw/q63-6uvLMQg/s1600/DSC04090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555235325535330514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpGH48INI/AAAAAAAABEw/q63-6uvLMQg/s320/DSC04090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpGZdeD2I/AAAAAAAABE4/j4x0ztNXRSs/s1600/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555235330251951970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpGZdeD2I/AAAAAAAABE4/j4x0ztNXRSs/s320/DSC04092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpG2LsOBI/AAAAAAAABFA/oYiQt8D9weQ/s1600/DSC04097.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpHgUMEYI/AAAAAAAABFI/xnP85Mqq-D0/s1600/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555235349271941506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpHgUMEYI/AAAAAAAABFI/xnP85Mqq-D0/s320/DSC04098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm currently sick, but I need to get a job soon. Mom and sister's pestering me to get one. I think i'm a slack la. Everyone's working except me. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7275980826507547391?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7275980826507547391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-no-idea-why-but-i-seems-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7275980826507547391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7275980826507547391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-no-idea-why-but-i-seems-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRgpFgaD0fI/AAAAAAAABEo/4OCe5SODLug/s72-c/DSC04087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2689104851440905523</id><published>2010-12-26T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:38:16.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 79: Best christmas ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would say, this is the best christmas I've ever had. Time spent with siblings, JK, YZ and E. So readers, how's your christmas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plaza sing to buy tickets &gt; walked to Center Point for NYNY &gt; walked around Orchard &gt; Plaza sing for "Hello Strangers". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAtsgon_I/AAAAAAAABEA/WCFBah9Crys/s1600/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554979819171127282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAtsgon_I/AAAAAAAABEA/WCFBah9Crys/s320/DSC01762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAue3TmrI/AAAAAAAABEg/2EzlmonuFVk/s1600/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554979832687991474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAue3TmrI/AAAAAAAABEg/2EzlmonuFVk/s320/DSC01774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAub6v_VI/AAAAAAAABEY/00SkP8LS0OY/s1600/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554979831897128274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAub6v_VI/AAAAAAAABEY/00SkP8LS0OY/s320/DSC01794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554979825185703154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAuC6nxPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/CkaxBUy7R_Y/s320/DSC01793.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAt7QtcSI/AAAAAAAABEI/eFxGC6Kctic/s1600/DSC01782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554979823130865954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAt7QtcSI/AAAAAAAABEI/eFxGC6Kctic/s320/DSC01782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it's a Thai show, I really think that the story line is good. However, it's just a movie. It wouldn't happen to us right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dream: Solo going overseas, know someone from my country, do stupid things together, and have heart-to-heart talks. HOWEVER, we don't exchange name/contact number. It's pretty retarded, but the movie inspired me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2689104851440905523?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2689104851440905523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-79-best-christmas-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2689104851440905523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2689104851440905523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-79-best-christmas-ever.html' title='Chapter 79: Best christmas ever.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRdAtsgon_I/AAAAAAAABEA/WCFBah9Crys/s72-c/DSC01762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1267297934606252468</id><published>2010-12-25T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:11:11.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 78: Once every 4years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spent my Christmas eve with catching up with friends that I used to hang out in Primary school. Now, come to think of it, 5Faith really left a huge part of memory in me. It's pretty amazing how much we've changed. Nevertheless, had a great time laughing and catching up with them. WE SHOULD HAVE SUCH GATHERINGS MORE OFTEN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRXO1gaMdjI/AAAAAAAABD0/qx1k8vaQEFc/s1600/164082_10150104165842594_735487593_7486727_5038806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554573134059566642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRXO1gaMdjI/AAAAAAAABD0/qx1k8vaQEFc/s320/164082_10150104165842594_735487593_7486727_5038806_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRXO1ZNMdwI/AAAAAAAABDs/D-r7wdjYLkE/s1600/163444_133725150022623_100001554154268_227900_4533773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554573132125992706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRXO1ZNMdwI/AAAAAAAABDs/D-r7wdjYLkE/s320/163444_133725150022623_100001554154268_227900_4533773_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Left early to meet my darling Tris&amp;amp;KKH for dinner @ Marina's NYNY, shopped awhile, and head to City Plaza to meet Mom, Dad and sister. Though it may seems like a boring christmas eve, but I really enjoyed it very very much. It's like spending your time with different loved ones on one day. Looking at them smiling, it's the best gift ever. I don't deny that this is my best christmas eve! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;MERRY X'MAS, PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt; Spend the last few moments in 2010 with your loved ones. 2011 is arriving! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1267297934606252468?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1267297934606252468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-78-once-every-4years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1267297934606252468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1267297934606252468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-78-once-every-4years.html' title='Chapter 78: Once every 4years.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRXO1gaMdjI/AAAAAAAABD0/qx1k8vaQEFc/s72-c/164082_10150104165842594_735487593_7486727_5038806_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1514468591275281300</id><published>2010-12-21T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:38:10.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 77: Date with my urban girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spend my Sunday with this Urban girl below. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRBkcWL7EHI/AAAAAAAABDk/ClTAbYOfHDY/s1600/163887_10150101428682594_735487593_7440502_3103258_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553048778702524530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRBkcWL7EHI/AAAAAAAABDk/ClTAbYOfHDY/s320/163887_10150101428682594_735487593_7440502_3103258_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRBkcMwt1GI/AAAAAAAABDc/deX5ABX8OJw/s1600/162946_10150101428747594_735487593_7440503_3910568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553048776172491874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRBkcMwt1GI/AAAAAAAABDc/deX5ABX8OJw/s320/162946_10150101428747594_735487593_7440503_3910568_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRBkb5XgeTI/AAAAAAAABDU/l0RCleHjKNc/s1600/65855_10150101428787594_735487593_7440505_1768600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553048770966485298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRBkb5XgeTI/AAAAAAAABDU/l0RCleHjKNc/s320/65855_10150101428787594_735487593_7440505_1768600_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I told myself I 'hate' my life, I told myself that it's much better than others. I realised that I don't have friendship, relationship and family problems all at one go. There will definitely be one that supports me till the end. 2010 is coming to an end. Maybe I should let you know. Date me out, I'm bored @ home. Everyone's working. Aww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any job to introduce? Please text me. I need one to keep my mind off things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1514468591275281300?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1514468591275281300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-77-date-with-my-urban-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1514468591275281300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1514468591275281300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-77-date-with-my-urban-girl.html' title='Chapter 77: Date with my urban girl.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TRBkcWL7EHI/AAAAAAAABDk/ClTAbYOfHDY/s72-c/163887_10150101428682594_735487593_7440502_3103258_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-4422809350982738562</id><published>2010-12-11T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:48:14.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 76: Stupid or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQMrZYbJf8I/AAAAAAAABDM/XrmxUGdzMZY/s1600/156852_1620277519713_1619674276_1436209_7702682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549326880903626690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQMrZYbJf8I/AAAAAAAABDM/XrmxUGdzMZY/s320/156852_1620277519713_1619674276_1436209_7702682_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had been killing my brain cells recently. Not studying, but thinking. And it's really never-ending. Because of thing would lead to another, and another, and another.. Why should I be considering someone's feeling when the someone hates me? Stupid or what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working on next Monday - Saturday. :3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-4422809350982738562?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4422809350982738562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-76-stupid-or-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4422809350982738562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4422809350982738562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-76-stupid-or-what.html' title='Chapter 76: Stupid or what?'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQMrZYbJf8I/AAAAAAAABDM/XrmxUGdzMZY/s72-c/156852_1620277519713_1619674276_1436209_7702682_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-6981208534990386604</id><published>2010-12-09T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:45:27.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 75: I miss school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hellohihellohi, I kind of miss school. Those times where we stay in class during recess, bitch about people, laugh at some nonsensical stuffs, discuss about school work, laugh at teachers, scolding each other across the classroom. Really miss my classmates. Alot. Come to think of it, when I have to attend school, I dread to go to school. Now that I don't have to, I want to. I don't want to leave secondary school life. I don't want to leave my dear friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also, staying at home after quitting my job at Popular, I kind of miss the people there. They're so friendly. But too bad, the pay's not worth the amount of work given to me + personal reasons. Pretty much of a slacking life now. However, Lester got me job. Only for 6days though! It's good enough for a jobless girl like me. MUAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with clique on Tuesday. It's to pre-celebrate my dear HuiSi's birthday @ Seoul garden as Trislove and LXT is busy earning money! It's a pretty good time to catch up with them as we hadn't meet out ever since O's ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQB21985mMI/AAAAAAAABC8/H4RkGEcHYmo/s1600/post3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548565410455591106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQB21985mMI/AAAAAAAABC8/H4RkGEcHYmo/s320/post3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQB21BbengI/AAAAAAAABCs/BdC-jEr_DfE/s1600/post1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548565394209283586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQB21BbengI/AAAAAAAABCs/BdC-jEr_DfE/s320/post1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQB21Tr0cXI/AAAAAAAABC0/N45G3LkYTSk/s1600/post2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548565399109661042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQB21Tr0cXI/AAAAAAAABC0/N45G3LkYTSk/s320/post2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-6981208534990386604?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6981208534990386604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-75-i-miss-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6981208534990386604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/6981208534990386604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-75-i-miss-school.html' title='Chapter 75: I miss school.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TQB21985mMI/AAAAAAAABC8/H4RkGEcHYmo/s72-c/post3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8260023113385992865</id><published>2010-12-01T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:03:42.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 74: Back in town!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I am back to blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Out with KaTho for a mini-picnic. Was supposed to be a romantic/relaxing day. But it turned out to be sucky. However, get to know what I want, and how I should continue from where I am now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TPX_mTmM6tI/AAAAAAAABCk/-jN1lgGrY4I/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TPX_mTmM6tI/AAAAAAAABCk/-jN1lgGrY4I/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545619549737249490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TPX_mGJ0GVI/AAAAAAAABCc/KmmlobLA68c/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TPX_mGJ0GVI/AAAAAAAABCc/KmmlobLA68c/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TPX_mGJ0GVI/AAAAAAAABCc/KmmlobLA68c/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545619546128521554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures @ FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Yanhui/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8260023113385992865?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8260023113385992865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-74-back-in-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8260023113385992865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8260023113385992865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-74-back-in-town.html' title='Chapter 74: Back in town!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TPX_mTmM6tI/AAAAAAAABCk/-jN1lgGrY4I/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3897980351778888939</id><published>2010-09-27T20:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:52:32.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 73: Thank you. (Y)</title><content type='html'>Today's graduation day. In one months' time, we would be sitting for our major exam. In two months' time, we would not be attending school like ever. No more scoldings from teachers, no more naggings. Sticking with a batch of awesome peoples for 10years. I wonder what would life be when we go our own ways - JC, Poly&lt;s&gt;, ITE&lt;/s&gt;. I often hear people say: "Secondary school friends are the ones that last the longest.". I hope it's true. Because these people rock my life! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to get this chance to thank people. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clique, Incredible/Awesome FIVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCS-P4Ga8I/AAAAAAAABAc/YMCwy7kRihM/s1600/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521574741267606466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCS-P4Ga8I/AAAAAAAABAc/YMCwy7kRihM/s200/DSC03490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCSiiv0P-I/AAAAAAAABAM/wycc7EJlJpA/s1600/DSC03491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521574265296797666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCSiiv0P-I/AAAAAAAABAM/wycc7EJlJpA/s200/DSC03491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCSiwcQCxI/AAAAAAAABAU/akqYsle8rEo/s1600/DSC03492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521574268972829458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCSiwcQCxI/AAAAAAAABAU/akqYsle8rEo/s200/DSC03492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCPoEb_-TI/AAAAAAAAA_8/CjqI1llUsdQ/s1600/DSC03493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521571061704948018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCPoEb_-TI/AAAAAAAAA_8/CjqI1llUsdQ/s200/DSC03493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO8yz_NuI/AAAAAAAAA_0/mxCNkrLdkJ4/s1600/P241009_04.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521570318239348450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO8yz_NuI/AAAAAAAAA_0/mxCNkrLdkJ4/s200/P241009_04.14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO8zzSaOI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hZWjzXYdZec/s1600/DSC02528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521570318504847586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO8zzSaOI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hZWjzXYdZec/s200/DSC02528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO8M3r2iI/AAAAAAAAA_k/-mQ4m8a_ih4/s1600/DSC02523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521570308054309410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO8M3r2iI/AAAAAAAAA_k/-mQ4m8a_ih4/s200/DSC02523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO728hx9I/AAAAAAAAA_c/NfCOuH--rAY/s1600/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521570302169040850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO728hx9I/AAAAAAAAA_c/NfCOuH--rAY/s200/DSC01564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO75a3OLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/x8AxkchOfUA/s1600/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521570302833146034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCO75a3OLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/x8AxkchOfUA/s200/DSC01566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys gave me the best memories in this school. We should really have more clique outings after our major exams, my smurfs. The five of us have different family backgrounds, different characters. Triscilla's crazy, Huisi's quiet, Xiuting's horny, Yewching's indecisive and i'm retarded. Despite these, we are still a clique. A clique that bears no grudges. Still remember, we started to hang out together only at Sec2. ^^ We used to have different group of friends. As time passes, we got to know each other more. Thanks, my smurfs. ^^ For those wonderful memories that couldn't be found elsewhere. And you guys make my 16th birthday a wonderful and surprising one! Thanks for everything. ^^ I ♥ you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCNN_dmMaI/AAAAAAAAA-s/NpuBTgc0NAs/s1600/Usuck(046).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521568414669615522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCNN_dmMaI/AAAAAAAAA-s/NpuBTgc0NAs/s320/Usuck(046).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bread, although we aren't very close, and we don't usually have HTHTs, but I still love you very the muchie! I'm always very giggly with you. You could really make me laugh with your indecisive-ness. Remember the only time we had a HTHT was last year. I told you about how I feel towards ZhengHou. And you told me yours. Having you and XiuTing around is always a blessing in disguise. You two never fail to make me laugh with your "quarrells", which never comes to an end. Thank you for always being there for me when i'm having my cramps. I will never forget the motherly YewChing that always sayang me when cramps tried to killed me. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCMcqA8L7I/AAAAAAAAA-M/rYO3ttA1b5M/s1600/1_174024655l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521567567098687410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCMcqA8L7I/AAAAAAAAA-M/rYO3ttA1b5M/s320/1_174024655l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gossiping with you could really make me feel like laughing. The way you describe things, the way we gossip about our family members and many more.. We could practically gossip everywhere - MSN, texting, face-to-face! Laughing at teachers who tried to be funny. Thanks for listening to my grumblings too. ^^ I really appreciate it! Also, always reminding me about studies. Thanks daughter. We should meet up for shopping sessions after our major exam, sit down and drink kopi and gossip! HOHOHO! ♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCNFUZo9OI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0HkWfPo_okw/s1600/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521568265671341282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCNFUZo9OI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0HkWfPo_okw/s320/DSC02595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Biatch, we only got close this year. ^^ Last year, we don't really talk. I remember there's once, we went to Kallang Leisure. That's when I realised we've topics in common. ^^ This year, we got even closer. Whenever I need you, you'll be there, 24/7. Not forgetting, disturbing those online bastards that think that we're innocent. (Y) And class BBQ that day, I remember I called you crying. You assured me time and again. End of the day, you never fail to make me laugh. Thanks for encouraging/motivating me when I did badly for my Chinese 'O'levels. I love gossiping with you during lessons too! Because you definitely know how I feel. Thanks love for everything. ♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCMcKKt6BI/AAAAAAAAA98/ON2J_bwpjyM/s1600/Usuck(045).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521567558549760018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCMcKKt6BI/AAAAAAAAA98/ON2J_bwpjyM/s320/Usuck(045).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LuckyHeart, ever since my broke up with ZhengHou, you've always been there for me. Remember last year, we always talk on the phone. You would know right on the spot if I am crying or not. You would comfort me till I'm feeling better. No matter how long it takes. In the clique, I think I'm the closest to you. Was just telling Sharmaine the other day that among all my friends, the one that I've experienced the most things with is you. Not only in relationship. But in everything. You seemed to understand me inside out. Just a glance, and you'll know what I'm thinking. But I still love you leyyyy!  ^^ Don't worry, I will stick together to you even if you don't want me already! :( Hehehe. You're really my LuckyHeart. ^^ Remember must say goodnight to me okay! ♥  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCOHWeMqkI/AAAAAAAAA_E/F4z3BtZjPdM/s1600/DSC03275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569400098695746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCOHWeMqkI/AAAAAAAAA_E/F4z3BtZjPdM/s320/DSC03275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SharLove, as you can see. We're drifting because you're attached! But I don't blame you! HEHE! You're always listening to my naggings and grumblings. On top of that, you're always giving me advices on how I should move on and stuffs. Thanks love. ^^ You've been an awesome friend! Sacrificing your sleep just to meet me because of my sister! Thanks laaaaaa, I love you! You shall not go MIA after your 'N'levels kay, ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCOGuOa6NI/AAAAAAAAA-0/4I8Qf0R-Nfg/s1600/DSC02128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569389295102162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCOGuOa6NI/AAAAAAAAA-0/4I8Qf0R-Nfg/s320/DSC02128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You once asked me if we'll drift. I told you confidently, and even assured you. But I think we had drift. Superdog soon with Lester, and YY soon okay! I miss those times where we meet almost every weekend for superdog! Chit-chatting, laughing, doing stupid stuffs, shopping, studying. Everything seems like a dream to me. It seems like we have stopped talking for a very long time. Remember to ask me out for superdog SOON! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, there's still a &lt;strong&gt;soccerball/fatimah/tamjia. &lt;/strong&gt;Maybe you don't know, but you've been motivating me to study! ^^ Maybe because of the way you say stuffs. And see the way you study = scared you pull up the bell curve! Thanks you for the stupid SMSes that always make me laugh/smile to myself. Not forgetting that you kept reminding me to study and go school! Thanks you ah, Fatimah.  ♥&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/6099657379213152347-3897980351778888939?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3897980351778888939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-73-thank-you-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3897980351778888939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3897980351778888939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-73-thank-you-y.html' title='Chapter 73: Thank you. (Y)'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TKCS-P4Ga8I/AAAAAAAABAc/YMCwy7kRihM/s72-c/DSC03490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-7241050204628859520</id><published>2010-09-24T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:53:35.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 72: Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TJydigzcWEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/3Ea1cuSdfaY/s1600/DSC03450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520460459496200258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TJydigzcWEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/3Ea1cuSdfaY/s320/DSC03450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the first Mooncake Festival I celebrated with clique! Usually, I would be celebrating it with my cousins. However, this year is different and new. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss my cousins alot though. It's time to catch up! I miss those times where we used to gather at Granny's place for dinner every weekend. We would gather at the swing, play catching and stuffs. Now, we've all grown up. We go our ways. It's difficult to find time to spend together. I really miss my childhood days, where we stick together like always. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TJydi3oqbWI/AAAAAAAAA90/qqbAxe0PR_Q/s1600/DSC03403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520460465625001314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TJydi3oqbWI/AAAAAAAAA90/qqbAxe0PR_Q/s320/DSC03403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, I will NOT be posting till end of 'O'levels. Follow me on Twitter, dudes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/SIMRUYAN"&gt;&lt;em&gt;https://twitter.com/SIMRUYAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-7241050204628859520?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7241050204628859520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-72-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7241050204628859520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/7241050204628859520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-72-gone.html' title='Chapter 72: Gone.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TJydigzcWEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/3Ea1cuSdfaY/s72-c/DSC03450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1143350131703147975</id><published>2010-08-10T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:53:47.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 71: The best thing in life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TGDvfgqKFoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/jOJwjmAk95M/s1600/IMG_8768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503662069268485762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TGDvfgqKFoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/jOJwjmAk95M/s320/IMG_8768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TGDvgsndEuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mUuOG_GkD5o/s1600/IMG_8687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503662089658241762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TGDvgsndEuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mUuOG_GkD5o/s320/IMG_8687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The best things are people close to you, family. I've been spending much time with them these few weeks. I love them ttm! LOVE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1143350131703147975?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1143350131703147975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-thing-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1143350131703147975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1143350131703147975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-thing-in-life.html' title='Chapter 71: The best thing in life.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TGDvfgqKFoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/jOJwjmAk95M/s72-c/IMG_8768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2871508071297814309</id><published>2010-07-25T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:55:41.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter70: EXACTLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TEwzz2M0X4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mRldgd6StXs/s1600/071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497826210928156546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TEwzz2M0X4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mRldgd6StXs/s320/071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodbye this space. Won't be back probably after Prelims, or maybe after 'O'levels! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2871508071297814309?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2871508071297814309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter70-exactly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2871508071297814309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2871508071297814309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter70-exactly.html' title='Chapter70: EXACTLY!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TEwzz2M0X4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mRldgd6StXs/s72-c/071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8236158010847579260</id><published>2010-07-11T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:48:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 69: The truth hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TDm0259Yo7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/1abCMkRsfTQ/s1600/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492620075919254450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TDm0259Yo7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/1abCMkRsfTQ/s320/DSC03020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because curiosity kills the cat. Unfortunately, I am the cat. &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/6099657379213152347-8236158010847579260?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8236158010847579260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-69-truth-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8236158010847579260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8236158010847579260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-69-truth-hurts.html' title='Chapter 69: The truth hurts.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TDm0259Yo7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/1abCMkRsfTQ/s72-c/DSC03020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-4783589427831269820</id><published>2010-07-09T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:55:40.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 68: 50% right and wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TDcqGratkoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Pvqe6hdIMo4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491904564823954050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TDcqGratkoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Pvqe6hdIMo4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you ever know what's in my mind. Let me tell you, your chances of getting it right is 50%. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-4783589427831269820?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4783589427831269820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-68-50-right-and-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4783589427831269820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4783589427831269820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-68-50-right-and-wrong.html' title='Chapter 68: 50% right and wrong.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TDcqGratkoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Pvqe6hdIMo4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1453784911150411798</id><published>2010-07-02T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:57:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 67: Karma - Do good, good will be back to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TC3h-_DMdkI/AAAAAAAAA78/wb9jvgY0ob8/s1600/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489291993027475010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TC3h-_DMdkI/AAAAAAAAA78/wb9jvgY0ob8/s320/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vote for your favourite video before 20 July 2010 and stand to win a pair of movie tickets! There are 100 pairs up for grabs! Simply enter &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/justbinit/videos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.nparks.gov.sg/justbinit/videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to vote! Do help to support "Little Ones" by Chung Xu Yong! (My cousin.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks so much, your kind deeds would be repayed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1453784911150411798?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1453784911150411798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-67-karma-do-good-good-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1453784911150411798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1453784911150411798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-67-karma-do-good-good-will-be.html' title='Chapter 67: Karma - Do good, good will be back to you.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TC3h-_DMdkI/AAAAAAAAA78/wb9jvgY0ob8/s72-c/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8126745074127231767</id><published>2010-06-21T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:56:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 66: The end of everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went Genting for a 3-day relaxing trip! Well, it was supposed to be one. However, things are not going the way I expected it to be. Reasons - One, the shopping there aren't that great now. Second, Dad can't join us as something crop up the day before. And it links to my third reason, my uncle drove up. Therefore, it ruined my trip. Alrighty, shan't elaborate on it. It just simply spoils my mood. However, did enjoy this trip with Mom, Sisters, Eugene, and my maternal family. I simply love them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, also miss them! :D Whenever we had a holiday together, I'll miss them when I get home. The feeling would be so weird without them! You might think it is only a 3-day trip. But, I treasure it alot hor! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This trip made me realised something. I have drift with my dear cousins, Venice and Abigail. Well, had been pretty busy with life, family, and studies. Did not have much time to meet up with them, even during the holidays. We live so far apart, and we have our own activities. However, I'll be meeting Abigail for studying session @ Superdog tomorrow. Kind of look forward to it! Teheehee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDZJLn5F6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/O9X4n6LPzAM/s1600/DSC02920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623097899423650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDZJLn5F6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/O9X4n6LPzAM/s320/DSC02920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDZIu87-5I/AAAAAAAAA7g/GrWJkMpfQ9w/s1600/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623090203065234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDZIu87-5I/AAAAAAAAA7g/GrWJkMpfQ9w/s320/DSC02918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is where we grow up. I remember we used to go outdoor, and kept on queuing for the "Flying Dragon". HAHA. Just the thought of it, a wide smile would appear on my face. (Y)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYHQc30VI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3PnQ7P6QJnM/s1600/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485621965324013906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYHQc30VI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3PnQ7P6QJnM/s320/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYHNDYkUI/AAAAAAAAA7I/W9ygzg0GPxE/s1600/DSC02896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485621964411801922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYHNDYkUI/AAAAAAAAA7I/W9ygzg0GPxE/s320/DSC02896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYFh63cjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/KomXYIGuO5Y/s1600/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485621935653483058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYFh63cjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/KomXYIGuO5Y/s320/DSC02906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYGF-IT-I/AAAAAAAAA64/BjpfQenB878/s1600/DSC02865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485621945330847714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYGF-IT-I/AAAAAAAAA64/BjpfQenB878/s320/DSC02865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDZIIl4azI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JZNb3Lt0ha8/s1600/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623079905815346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDZIIl4azI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JZNb3Lt0ha8/s320/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYGeWr8yI/AAAAAAAAA7A/M4Ml_RNrNsI/s1600/DSC02887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485621951876297506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDYGeWr8yI/AAAAAAAAA7A/M4Ml_RNrNsI/s320/DSC02887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RuYan says: For more photos, &lt;strong&gt;please log on to Facebook.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll upload soon. There's too much. I'm too lazy. And I tried uploading just now. But failed. I aren't that lazy after all! TEEHEEHEE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8126745074127231767?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8126745074127231767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-66-end-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8126745074127231767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8126745074127231767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-66-end-of-everything.html' title='Chapter 66: The end of everything.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TCDZJLn5F6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/O9X4n6LPzAM/s72-c/DSC02920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3606177333381498440</id><published>2010-06-06T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:56:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 65: Paper Stars, Straw Hearts; ♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH BIRTHDAY, MY DARLING - TRISCILLA TAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (04-06-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A birthday surprise for my darling, Triscilla on her birthday itself. Well-planned, and there's not even a loophole! I'm very very very proud of myself. Best surprise I've ever planned, together with XiuTing. Though that day, I was a little angry with her, but, it only lasted for a while! That girl there never fails to make me smile and laugh, just by looking at her face. Oh man, I love her to the max! ♡ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures shall do the talking, look @ Tris. Look how shocked is she! Like 20minutes before she came, I replied her "Sorry, was sleeping.". HAH! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6uFEHZuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Qdas8-SPZUM/s1600/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479608303678351074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6uFEHZuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Qdas8-SPZUM/s320/DSC02697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6tUhuECI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pRqQ-z2Tis0/s1600/DSC02698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479608290649182242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6tUhuECI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pRqQ-z2Tis0/s320/DSC02698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6szso4gI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lEbEC610ME0/s1600/DSC02699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479608281836610050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6szso4gI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lEbEC610ME0/s320/DSC02699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt54TVyiRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4Ge-tk26mp4/s1600/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479607379797641490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt54TVyiRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4Ge-tk26mp4/s320/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt53zuSX_I/AAAAAAAAA54/eJfZ2-sQ39E/s1600/DSC02702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479607371310456818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt53zuSX_I/AAAAAAAAA54/eJfZ2-sQ39E/s320/DSC02702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt53a8yp3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/lIIhZ2afYSs/s1600/DSC02704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479607364660406130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt53a8yp3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/lIIhZ2afYSs/s320/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt52jCwLcI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nq3bUitJQcw/s1600/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479607349653024194" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt4CLRTXtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/YXrHk9J_3KU/s320/DSC02710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt4BmqCP9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/T9PNtaXnOk8/s1600/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479605340578398162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt4BmqCP9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/T9PNtaXnOk8/s320/DSC02711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt4BGKc9EI/AAAAAAAAA44/NwUBpBOHrFI/s1600/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479605331855995970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt4BGKc9EI/AAAAAAAAA44/NwUBpBOHrFI/s320/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt4AjUA6JI/AAAAAAAAA4w/mp1B-Zjkvpc/s1600/DSC02713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479605322500860050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt4AjUA6JI/AAAAAAAAA4w/mp1B-Zjkvpc/s320/DSC02713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6u77Gt6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ROEaMHhZKOQ/s1600/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479608318404507554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6u77Gt6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ROEaMHhZKOQ/s320/DSC02696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paper stars, straw hearts! ♡.&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/6099657379213152347-3606177333381498440?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3606177333381498440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-65-paper-stars-straw-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3606177333381498440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3606177333381498440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-65-paper-stars-straw-hearts.html' title='Chapter 65: Paper Stars, Straw Hearts; ♡'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAt6uFEHZuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Qdas8-SPZUM/s72-c/DSC02697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-3861807549013992706</id><published>2010-06-01T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:35:53.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 65: They DON'T make me love you less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAUJGfIvrMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/yPfk0LgbX2M/s1600/tumblr_l21qlkiZvo1qbtj74o1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477794528808119490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAUJGfIvrMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/yPfk0LgbX2M/s320/tumblr_l21qlkiZvo1qbtj74o1_400_large.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisely, none of it can make me love you less.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm blogging lesser and lesser about my feelings, more and more about what i'm doing. Please bear with me! :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Studies suck. Homeworks is piling up like nobodys' business. However, I simply have no motivation to do it. I'm worried that I do not have the time. Revising, do I have the time? Prelims is just &lt;strong&gt;85days&lt;/strong&gt; away. If I do not made it for Prelims, would I made it for O'levels? June holidays - we either make it, or break it. Is it true? I'm really worried that I can't get into my desired course, or maybe even into a Poly. God, please guide me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am I really so stubborn? Do I really have to let go? Have you really changed? There's so much questions in my mind, but there's no answer to it at all. Would I go clubbing for you? Tell me, my tears doesn't seems to flow for you anymore. Is it something great? I think i'm numb to it. I always hope life will go smoothly for you. And that you'll be happy. And are you really that happy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be more sensible.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-3861807549013992706?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3861807549013992706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-65-they-dont-make-me-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3861807549013992706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/3861807549013992706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-65-they-dont-make-me-love-you.html' title='Chapter 65: They DON&apos;T make me love you less.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAUJGfIvrMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/yPfk0LgbX2M/s72-c/tumblr_l21qlkiZvo1qbtj74o1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-291448768845734816</id><published>2010-05-31T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:51:17.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 63: Live like what life should be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;O'level Chinese today. To me, it's kind of easy. BUT, it simply means that the bell curve will go up! Argh, which means that, I might not score my ideal score! Anyways, I have intend to re-take it no matter how bad or how good I score. I've just got this feeling I wrote out of topic. (I always have this feeling. Even MYE, I feel this way too. But, in the end, I never!) However, I hope that I really didn't lah! ^^~ Also, I hope the best for my results! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shopping with Mum and Sis yesterday. It was awesome. And, i'm &lt;strong&gt;A HAPPY GIRL&lt;/strong&gt; because of that! :D I had all I ever wanted, and needed! &lt;strong&gt;Thanks Mummy.&lt;/strong&gt; The food fair @ Expo suck. Don't ever go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's school tomorrow. Oh joke, :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos taken before the school is closed! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKaGbScSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Qsd_XIYz07I/s1600/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477444121563132194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKaGbScSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Qsd_XIYz07I/s320/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LGS' studying session with XT, and bread. I lurve them ttm! Not forgetting, Tris and Ang too! ^^~ Playing with my camera, changing "themes" = FUN! Well, at times, hanging out with my darlings, I feel like as though I'm still a kid. HEH, don't blame me! BLAME MY SMURFS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKZd_TeTI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4AbtXXpx6As/s1600/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477444110708341042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKZd_TeTI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4AbtXXpx6As/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKZA77GXI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AcNU6ou4DDU/s1600/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477444102909532530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKZA77GXI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AcNU6ou4DDU/s320/Photo-0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKYdGWUgI/AAAAAAAAA34/0VNhkvzx8sY/s1600/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477444093289583106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKYdGWUgI/AAAAAAAAA34/0VNhkvzx8sY/s320/Photo-0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKFp1uqXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/HEOd22fi0jQ/s1600/Photo-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477443770292021618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKFp1uqXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/HEOd22fi0jQ/s320/Photo-0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKFX2fiQI/AAAAAAAAA3o/q8bKUfsWfQk/s1600/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477443765463386370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKFX2fiQI/AAAAAAAAA3o/q8bKUfsWfQk/s320/Photo-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKFFg0_UI/AAAAAAAAA3g/o4ExL5vw6p4/s1600/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477443760540679490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKFFg0_UI/AAAAAAAAA3g/o4ExL5vw6p4/s320/Photo-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKEh3ew-I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Rqh_BxCDgLc/s1600/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477443750972015586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKEh3ew-I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Rqh_BxCDgLc/s320/Photo-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKEOO-g3I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/n-wS0dtZE0U/s1600/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477443745701856114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKEOO-g3I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/n-wS0dtZE0U/s320/Photo-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJXC4l74I/AAAAAAAAA3I/OWYe4jm7RLE/s1600/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477442969561067394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJXC4l74I/AAAAAAAAA3I/OWYe4jm7RLE/s320/Photo-0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJWWUHvXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/9bK-5anjcTY/s1600/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477442957596933490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJWWUHvXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/9bK-5anjcTY/s320/Photo-0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJWPaEZbI/AAAAAAAAA24/1o3reMVz3jE/s1600/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477442955742832050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJWPaEZbI/AAAAAAAAA24/1o3reMVz3jE/s320/Photo-0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJVnTs_hI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7-VB8gUFH8E/s1600/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477442944978714130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJVnTs_hI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7-VB8gUFH8E/s320/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJVHCrGlI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5Qb0PPeUkeM/s1600/Photo-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477442936317352530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPJVHCrGlI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5Qb0PPeUkeM/s320/Photo-0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talk to me &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; if you're troubled;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; talking to people who are troubled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reason: They &lt;strong&gt;understand&lt;/strong&gt; me &lt;strong&gt;BETTER&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/6099657379213152347-291448768845734816?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/291448768845734816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-63-live-like-what-life-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/291448768845734816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/291448768845734816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-63-live-like-what-life-should.html' title='Chapter 63: Live like what life should be.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/TAPKaGbScSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Qsd_XIYz07I/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-2825513128529443233</id><published>2010-05-25T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:13:15.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 62: As indecisive as my bread.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_uupGFuWqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/k2NWkQhMIYI/s1600/DSC02642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475161793031461538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_uupGFuWqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/k2NWkQhMIYI/s320/DSC02642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Life has been pretty busy. Well, can't be blamed. Mother Tongue O's is just 5days away. Everything I do, I seems to think of Chinese - Eating, walking, bathing, pooping, peeing, texting, sleeping, dreaming.. Tomorrow will be the LAST Chinese intensive lesson before the major exam. Had been spending lots of time preparing for it. I really want to make it once and for all. I hope my efforts will not go down the drain. Pray for me and wish me luck, bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for a short break to Genting? I somewhat had lost interest in going because of Mr Lim. Do I really need this break? I thought it'll be a good time spending with my family and relatives as I am not spending sufficient time with Mum and Dad. Well, maybe I was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June "holidays" are arriving. However, it doesn't seems like a holiday for us! &gt;:( Make it or break it, is it true? Somehow, I miss having you by my side. Maybe, hoping that you might be able to teach me what i'm lousy at. But, come to think of it. You'll still be having your busy life. &lt;strong&gt;Things aren't gonna change&lt;/strong&gt;, RuYan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show me that you're happy, RuYan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show me you're really independent, RuYan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show me your perserverance, RuYan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I can make it. Cause i'm i strong girl! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-2825513128529443233?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2825513128529443233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-62-as-indecisive-as-my-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2825513128529443233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/2825513128529443233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-62-as-indecisive-as-my-bread.html' title='Chapter 62: As indecisive as my bread.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_uupGFuWqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/k2NWkQhMIYI/s72-c/DSC02642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5002811253702962879</id><published>2010-05-22T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:26:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 61: A day with LuckyHeart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parkway's Carl's Jr. with my LuckyHeart. And she's really my LuckyHeart! :) My "Chicken eye" is FINALLY healed today! Must be my brother's loveeeeeee cause it to heal! HEH!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgbY66G5I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/rEAvux4gRWU/s1600/DSC02610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474090633242745746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgbY66G5I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/rEAvux4gRWU/s320/DSC02610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There, we saw a handsome caucasian. He's really handsome, and he made me lose my concentration! :( Kept looking at him until me, myself got scared and awkward. Asked Tris to leave the place!! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgb-Y_IkI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/7YwMqEiIFQU/s1600/DSC02612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474090643301016130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgb-Y_IkI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/7YwMqEiIFQU/s320/DSC02612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, we went for window shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And headed to East Coast Park, :) Chit-chat session and headed back to Parkway before the sky turns black! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgcSr0aJI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TBlsCREJvPU/s1600/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474090648748714130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgcSr0aJI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TBlsCREJvPU/s320/DSC02613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgcxivl0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/yWvoHI2f6T0/s1600/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474090657032148802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgcxivl0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/yWvoHI2f6T0/s320/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgde5p9TI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qarTGkJtRFA/s1600/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474090669207844146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgde5p9TI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qarTGkJtRFA/s320/DSC02618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi67QYgHI/AAAAAAAAA14/3Byo3XDJ0No/s1600/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474093374058823794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi67QYgHI/AAAAAAAAA14/3Byo3XDJ0No/s320/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi7fAtwVI/AAAAAAAAA2A/R_oOQWLurQ4/s1600/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474093383656784210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi7fAtwVI/AAAAAAAAA2A/R_oOQWLurQ4/s320/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi8B-ZITI/AAAAAAAAA2I/q5hkcS9Q0eQ/s1600/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474093393042284850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi8B-ZITI/AAAAAAAAA2I/q5hkcS9Q0eQ/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to home, and had dinner with Mum and Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I'm really happy. Can't blame me, I had peeled my "Chicken eye" out! And after so long, it's finally healed. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi8g6EnoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/d8vl0BFGNlU/s1600/DSC02651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474093401345662594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fi8g6EnoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/d8vl0BFGNlU/s320/DSC02651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone please fill me in with more Lady Gaga's news? I am so interested in her now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is she a devil worshipper, did she amputate her legs? :O FILL ME UP LEY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fkH71sRvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bZ3JVP4S89g/s1600/phone8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474094697065236210" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fkH71sRvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bZ3JVP4S89g/s320/phone8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6099657379213152347-5002811253702962879?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5002811253702962879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-61-day-with-luckyheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5002811253702962879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5002811253702962879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-61-day-with-luckyheart.html' title='Chapter 61: A day with LuckyHeart.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_fgbY66G5I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/rEAvux4gRWU/s72-c/DSC02610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-5439103657449786809</id><published>2010-05-17T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:22:22.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 60: I will leave it like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_EXm9lZBXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/GeCeZpCTxqI/s1600/ry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472180980365722994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_EXm9lZBXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/GeCeZpCTxqI/s320/ry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look @ my darling, she's so ADORABLE! &lt;strong&gt;(I am risking my life to post this!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope things will be fine. I don't want things to change. But things always doesn't go my way. So should I hope for otherwise? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things could be like before, Would we want? Would you want? Would I want? I feel like giving up yesterday night. But, it's kind of stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling XT for accompanying me yesterday night! &lt;strong&gt;I love you, TTM! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will still be waiting for your text, :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-5439103657449786809?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5439103657449786809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-my-darling-shes-so-adorable-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5439103657449786809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/5439103657449786809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-my-darling-shes-so-adorable-i-am.html' title='Chapter 60: I will leave it like this.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_EXm9lZBXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/GeCeZpCTxqI/s72-c/ry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8290861167510835229</id><published>2010-05-16T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:02:27.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 59: I wish upon that star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a worst day i've ever experience. We had our class BBQ, yet it's raining cats and dogs. How could we possibly enjoy it? However, it's the most awesome experience we had as a class. I strongly believe our class guys are potential gentlemen! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother's sweet today. He bought corn plaster for me, left it on my beddy. I seriously lurve him to the max! My awesome brother rock! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this girl down there, she rock my life. And obviously, my bread! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471881317882395090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_AHET15-dI/AAAAAAAAAyY/yF7BSosrRic/s320/DSC02575.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_AHFIHUFjI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Rnu75oYfBR0/s1600/DSC02576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471881331914053170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_AHFIHUFjI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Rnu75oYfBR0/s320/DSC02576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_AHFkLE9xI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MMrjEGgt3NA/s1600/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471881339446032146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_AHFkLE9xI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MMrjEGgt3NA/s320/DSC02577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_ALLpUlh0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/0ePxkSvpN-Q/s320/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_ALMGiWKbI/AAAAAAAAA0w/B25zRqjtx0Q/s1600/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471885849796159922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_ALMGiWKbI/AAAAAAAAA0w/B25zRqjtx0Q/s320/DSC02602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_ALjce3gKI/AAAAAAAAA04/WVsPlJTbh5c/s1600/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886250824138914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_ALjce3gKI/AAAAAAAAA04/WVsPlJTbh5c/s320/DSC02603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_ALjxgepOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/isvlXCi4HFw/s1600/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886256468042978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_ALjxgepOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/isvlXCi4HFw/s320/DSC02604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please stop torturing me in this manner. You sure love to see me suffer, don't you? Treat this as I'm begging you or what-so-ever. Stop it. You totally ruined my day with just that few sentences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6099657379213152347-8290861167510835229?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8290861167510835229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-59-i-wish-upon-that-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8290861167510835229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8290861167510835229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-59-i-wish-upon-that-star.html' title='Chapter 59: I wish upon that star.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S_AHET15-dI/AAAAAAAAAyY/yF7BSosrRic/s72-c/DSC02575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1439562863311987152</id><published>2010-05-15T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:53:50.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 58: You rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-5d5i9MDXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-CQKHWH6PDg/s1600/4545.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471413840519105906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-5d5i9MDXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-CQKHWH6PDg/s320/4545.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I could finally sit down to have some quiet time for reading awesome romance books, having some chips/drinks. So relaxing, ^^ Mid-Year Examinations are finally over. I gave up on POA, seriously. Didn't even bother to study the day before. But, I'll mug doubly hard for it during the June Holidays! Though exams are over, intensive Chinese lessons are arriving! &gt;:( FYI, my Chinese suck like nobody's buisiness, I don't even know how to read most words! Argh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471143842232174546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBay5CEA44I/S-1oVk9Qh9I/AAAAAAAABT8/CJxii3fTa1s/s320/DSC07616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our last paper, and Oral, went out with XT and B. Wanted to catch a movie @Cathay. But, we missed the slot for The Back-Up Plan. And there wasn't any nice movie. B had to leave early too. Therefore, we went to KFC for lunch, Starbucks for XT's drink and walking around. Awesome day, although my mood wasn't that good. Thanks to Sweaty Chan. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow's class BBQ, and I'm looking forward to it. Will be meeting my lovely XT for movie session/shopping session. Believe me, there'll be a HTHT session too! ^^ Darling HuiSi is not feeling well, :( Hope she's feeling better now. And I miss her ttm! :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because, you meant the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1439562863311987152?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1439562863311987152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-58-you-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1439562863311987152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1439562863311987152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-58-you-rock.html' title='Chapter 58: You rock.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-5d5i9MDXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-CQKHWH6PDg/s72-c/4545.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-519287150885170644</id><published>2010-05-12T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:27:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 57: I rock your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IROCKYOURLIFE, \m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qN_nn0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7BGLN0gJfrg/s1600/DSC02557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470340821502157842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qN_nn0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7BGLN0gJfrg/s320/DSC02557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My everyday motivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qOASc8hsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ffwEVkbT1Ag/s1600/DSC02558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470340832999278274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qOASc8hsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ffwEVkbT1Ag/s320/DSC02558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qN_NlXOdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1GDSgUVxAd8/s1600/DSC02543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470340814512536018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qN_NlXOdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1GDSgUVxAd8/s320/DSC02543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qOA11KTvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6MKKbAPhcbo/s1600/DSC02559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470340842496085746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qOA11KTvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6MKKbAPhcbo/s320/DSC02559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qOBXXl9XI/AAAAAAAAAxw/MG3USEcc918/s1600/DSC02560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470340851498874226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qOBXXl9XI/AAAAAAAAAxw/MG3USEcc918/s320/DSC02560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qPQgRqZXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MhtwpJPMTdA/s1600/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470342211099583858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qPQgRqZXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MhtwpJPMTdA/s320/DSC02561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qPRXeRQpI/AAAAAAAAAyI/DykykU3-efE/s1600/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470342225916412562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qPRXeRQpI/AAAAAAAAAyI/DykykU3-efE/s320/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qPRBtd38I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-ugVp03EHdI/s1600/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470342220074573762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qPRBtd38I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-ugVp03EHdI/s320/DSC02562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm a loser, mid-year was a failure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-519287150885170644?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/519287150885170644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-57-i-rock-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/519287150885170644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/519287150885170644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-57-i-rock-your-life.html' title='Chapter 57: I rock your life.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-qN_nn0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7BGLN0gJfrg/s72-c/DSC02557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-4375531534404212038</id><published>2010-05-10T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:06:47.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 56: I need motivation, and more motivation, and MORE MOTIVATION!</title><content type='html'>I need some motivation. 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I need some motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-4375531534404212038?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4375531534404212038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-56-i-need-motivation-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4375531534404212038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4375531534404212038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-56-i-need-motivation-and-more.html' title='Chapter 56: I need motivation, and more motivation, and MORE MOTIVATION!'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-4187230077402915538</id><published>2010-05-09T11:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:43:36.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 55: Sweet 16? Nah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y4P0s_TKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Qjo7_Mt_H-U/s1600/DSC02538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469120641984580770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y4P0s_TKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Qjo7_Mt_H-U/s320/DSC02538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi bloggers! I've just spent my 16th birthday idling at home. My 16th birthday was a total shit. I'm sorry, but I simply screwed it up. The fact that I'm having exams this period of time! It suck, totally. I can't blame my friends as we're having ours Mid-Year Examinations! Moreover, my sweet girlfriends had gave me a surprise pre-celebration! And that day, I realised that I should feel blessed to have my darlings right there for me, like always. Thanks clique, ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy186GLkI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Nl58P3BEPRU/s1600/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114699952303682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy186GLkI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Nl58P3BEPRU/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy1K3udiI/AAAAAAAAAug/clpXPVzIV1g/s1600/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114686520587810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy1K3udiI/AAAAAAAAAug/clpXPVzIV1g/s320/DSC02507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy0gkbQiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/t57xjfLRWyU/s1600/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114675165348386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy0gkbQiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/t57xjfLRWyU/s320/DSC02505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many people were flying kites at that area. Looking at those kites flying, the feeling is pretty awesome! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y1CD5vk6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/KAmsxkob8zc/s1600/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117107011556258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y1CD5vk6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/KAmsxkob8zc/s320/DSC02519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy20hu65I/AAAAAAAAAu4/mep8PCqasIw/s1600/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114714882501522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy20hu65I/AAAAAAAAAu4/mep8PCqasIw/s320/DSC02509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy2eUYu_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Xer2kyllVr0/s1600/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469114708920941554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Yy2eUYu_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Xer2kyllVr0/s320/DSC02508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was an awesome experience to go Marina Barrage for picnic. Everything seemed to be so well planned eh - Playing true or dare, cake appearing right in front of me.. And, I feel really dumb! T.T Up till now, I have no idea where the cake come from! They aren't carrrying/holding anything simliar to the package of the cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0_lGK8KI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lUSu320vJ2w/s1600/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117064382443682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0_lGK8KI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lUSu320vJ2w/s320/DSC02517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y1BBh8UjI/AAAAAAAAAv4/45bQQ-xmhdo/s1600/DSC02518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117089194988082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y1BBh8UjI/AAAAAAAAAv4/45bQQ-xmhdo/s320/DSC02518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0-zZoE5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/RPxAttA_l_A/s1600/DSC02516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117051042272146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0-zZoE5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/RPxAttA_l_A/s320/DSC02516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0Du4FA3I/AAAAAAAAAvg/tbshzubj73g/s1600/DSC02515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116036215538546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0Du4FA3I/AAAAAAAAAvg/tbshzubj73g/s320/DSC02515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0C4lGrcI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LsKqt4qk6eI/s1600/DSC02514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116021640441282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0C4lGrcI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LsKqt4qk6eI/s320/DSC02514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0CO_BdMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/PkZs187J_18/s1600/DSC02513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469116010474861762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0CO_BdMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/PkZs187J_18/s320/DSC02513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0A-f-B3I/AAAAAAAAAvA/8qdcma-BtpY/s1600/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469115988869777266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y0A-f-B3I/AAAAAAAAAvA/8qdcma-BtpY/s320/DSC02510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't my little smurfs sweet? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y15oY2GII/AAAAAAAAAww/ja2O0_MtVOQ/s1600/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118061698488450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y15oY2GII/AAAAAAAAAww/ja2O0_MtVOQ/s320/DSC02527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y15CRrzoI/AAAAAAAAAwo/DjBllUr9dH4/s1600/DSC02526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118051467906690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y15CRrzoI/AAAAAAAAAwo/DjBllUr9dH4/s320/DSC02526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y13zc-g4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/sGXrh3E3VDU/s1600/DSC02522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118030308868994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y13zc-g4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/sGXrh3E3VDU/s320/DSC02522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y13UL9KqI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sP_YFMwxOb4/s1600/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118021915978402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y13UL9KqI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sP_YFMwxOb4/s320/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y1Cyhf1mI/AAAAAAAAAwI/f4DCtY7x_rA/s1600/DSC02520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117119526327906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y1Cyhf1mI/AAAAAAAAAwI/f4DCtY7x_rA/s320/DSC02520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y4O-g4BTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Q8-QCN_BVBg/s1600/DSC02528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469120627438257458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y4O-g4BTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Q8-QCN_BVBg/s320/DSC02528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y14tNwC1I/AAAAAAAAAwg/nPA2H-GCA7Q/s1600/DSC02523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118045814262610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y14tNwC1I/AAAAAAAAAwg/nPA2H-GCA7Q/s320/DSC02523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these are from my little smurfs! See, they're simply just so sweet! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y4PZ0cPLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KGm9S88QPi4/s1600/DSC02536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469120634768080050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y4PZ0cPLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KGm9S88QPi4/s320/DSC02536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-4187230077402915538?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4187230077402915538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-55-sweet-16-nah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4187230077402915538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/4187230077402915538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-55-sweet-16-nah.html' title='Chapter 55: Sweet 16? Nah.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Y4P0s_TKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Qjo7_Mt_H-U/s72-c/DSC02538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1060557242710920090</id><published>2010-05-05T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:31:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 54: Life and Death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Eb6Rvv0oI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MSSChZBTiQ8/s1600/098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467682110614524546" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Eb6Rvv0oI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MSSChZBTiQ8/s320/098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Life and death. It's scary to see people leave us so suddenly. A person who is so healthy could met with an accident anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Everything seems so wrong, so fast, so sudden. An accident can cause so much changes. I feel so person much. I have lost someone which is not close to me, but yet can help me so much in my future. A who always try to shorten what the textbook and notes says, who always tried to make my way of learning a easier and better one. Always telling what are the things I've got to memorize, and force me to memorize it for it's for my own good.. Now, without this pillar, how am I going to pass my O's? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What Mummy says is true - That's life. When God wants us, we would have to leave us. I couldn't bring myself to study for my Chemistry paper tomorrow. Although I want to, I want to make him proud. I will try my best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, who knows I'm the next one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-1060557242710920090?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1060557242710920090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-54-life-and-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1060557242710920090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1060557242710920090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-54-life-and-death.html' title='Chapter 54: Life and Death.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S-Eb6Rvv0oI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MSSChZBTiQ8/s72-c/098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-1935236153466622927</id><published>2010-05-04T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:37:00.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 53: I should feel blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_TlNt5iBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fvs3-noJBLg/s1600/29660_1410100940992_1486550493_31066567_3454510_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467321108941867026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_TlNt5iBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fvs3-noJBLg/s320/29660_1410100940992_1486550493_31066567_3454510_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this photo, because it shows me how blessed I am. &gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Skipped school today, did some self-study at home. Studied Geography. Will be starting on Social Studies later. Talking about this, I am super angry with my Science tutor. He's such a irresponsible freak ass. I'm having my Chemistry paper on Thursday, and we're supposed to have tuition today. He isn't replying my messages, and his phone is off. What a "man" he is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Uncle-Jimmy just had his operation in Parkway East Hospital. Will be paying him a visit later on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Exams are starting on Thursday. How unlucky I am as my birthday falls during the exam period. Worst still, I have to spend my birthday memorising Geogprahy. &gt;:( Will be burning mid-night oil later. I'm scared I might study till I sleep. &gt;:( Join me, anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can someone please tell me, which one I should buy? &gt;:) Oh ya, obviously they are webcams! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_W9dqkR1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZuhTCKJ5ulY/s1600/CW078W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467324824074602322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_W9dqkR1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZuhTCKJ5ulY/s320/CW078W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_W8x8DAJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/QiEAdT2baK8/s1600/CW082P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467324812336758930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_W8x8DAJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/QiEAdT2baK8/s320/CW082P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_VowsG73I/AAAAAAAAAtU/2jcOJql5kbs/s1600/EA017O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467323368892460914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_VowsG73I/AAAAAAAAAtU/2jcOJql5kbs/s320/EA017O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are just so different nowadays.&lt;/strong&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/6099657379213152347-1935236153466622927?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1935236153466622927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-53-i-should-feel-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1935236153466622927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/1935236153466622927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-53-i-should-feel-blessed.html' title='Chapter 53: I should feel blessed.'/><author><name>Sim Ru Yan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502364360929255916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZAD15-wGE/TdtbA7ZEV1I/AAAAAAAABRI/moQgA-zNpg8/s220/IMG_0486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S9_TlNt5iBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fvs3-noJBLg/s72-c/29660_1410100940992_1486550493_31066567_3454510_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099657379213152347.post-8141886335273482389</id><published>2010-05-02T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:12:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 52: I'm running, that's why I always fall. I needa learn to walk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HI&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm back to blogging once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(No more reason not to tag! HAHA!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S91zEhO9s0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yl-ydw9ZoOY/s1600/tumblr_l18ab1XvmM1qau1wzo1_500_larg_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466652044175455042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZMkuCHAmIc/S91zEhO9s0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yl-ydw9ZoOY/s320/tumblr_l18ab1XvmM1qau1wzo1_500_larg_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's been more than 6months i've been to the hairdresser. Reason is that I went to cut my hair short last June! Regretted and have been wanting my long hair back. Now, it's longer. I wana go and get a haircut soon. Probably after my examinations. Considering if I should cut my hair short. But, I scared I'll regret. I find the weather hot, and my hair is irritating me. Especially when I'm studying! Sometimes, I just got the urge to snap it off! &gt;:( &lt;/p&gt;Yes, after much consideration, I'm back to blogging. However, MYE are round the corner. I won't be blogging as often though I HAVE MUCH PHOTOS THAT ARE DUED! Whatever, not gonna upload all. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not fogetting that Chinese and English papers are not easy. I think I have the possibility to flunk badly. I have no confidence. In both paper1 and paper2. In the past years, I used to have a 100% confidence in my paper1 for both language. Now, they're gone. Wish me luck for the rest of my papers. &lt;em&gt;Have I lose my confidence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to rant about. Starting from the fact that you told me clubbing isn't good. And you won't club. End of the day, you're the one who goes clubbing like nobody's buisiness. Why is that so? To me, it reflected badly on you. You seems to changed so much. To the worst. Who knows, the next moment you'll be smoking? And, you're the one who taught me the facts of life. You taught me not to scold vulgarities. But, once again, you're the one who's these things. C'mon, where's the old you that I used to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you only care about you and yourself. Have you ever thought of how much I've cried for you? Have you ever thought of how much I've suffered for you? All those we've been through, it isn't a day or two experience. It's months, 22months. But, we had let it go so easily. Yes, it was me who said the last few words. But, I believe that those words are what you wanted to say, in your heart. You're just waiting for me to speak out. Is that what you want? Or what I want? Or maybe, what we want? I don't know why am I thinking about these stuffs when i'm not suppose to. And it's been over for so long. But things are just left there, unsaid. Because of this, I feel angry with myself, as well as you. I can't stop thinking about the fact that you're selfish - you kept everything to yourself. I don't even know a single thing. Someone, please fill me up with all the details. &gt;:( I feel tired of living in this world. &lt;strong&gt;Kill me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I've not forgotten the lovelys I have in my life - Hui Si, Triscilla, Xiu Ting, Yew Ching, Vivian, Karen, Bryan. ^^ They can really make my life as high as a rollercoaster. I feel happy when I'm with them. And would never fail to laugh like crazy. Although many things are happening recently, they're always there to hear me out, etc. Thanks all my darlings. You guys had been wonderful peeps! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can't be true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099657379213152347-8141886335273482389?l=simruy-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8141886335273482389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-52-im-running-thats-why-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8141886335273482389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099657379213152347/posts/default/8141886335273482389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simruy-an.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-52-im-running-thats-why-i.html' title='Chapter 52: I&apos;m running, that&apos;s why I always fall. 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