<?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-2123644868479987178</id><updated>2011-12-04T00:20:45.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH. Laugh some more lah. Wait till all your teeth drop out.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3992424628971974554</id><published>2011-04-16T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:00:35.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want you to do well in everything. Because you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the more I think about it, I realised that it's not that we can do it, but the supernatural Him who can do all things through us, and more than we can ever ask or imagine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLYSM &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3992424628971974554?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3992424628971974554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3992424628971974554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3992424628971974554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3992424628971974554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-you-to-do-well-in-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-227297313794786101</id><published>2011-04-14T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:17:36.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no beauty queen</title><content type='html'>I'm just beautiful me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-227297313794786101?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/227297313794786101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=227297313794786101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/227297313794786101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/227297313794786101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-no-beauty-queen.html' title='I&apos;m no beauty queen'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2295011878239525512</id><published>2011-04-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:44:00.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE! (:</title><content type='html'>Getting angsty for no obvious reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Checking brightsparks forum and nus website 50 times a day surely isn't good for me, but what to do. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set a good example! (: Have a heart of true worship, not one to show off or do things half-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Well, at least most things do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in You. (: In Your love, Your faith, Your power, Your everything. You alone are able! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So smile dear. (: There's nothing to be afraid of. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you finish your work soon lol! Need to sleep early tonight, if not sure screw up tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLYSM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2295011878239525512?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2295011878239525512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2295011878239525512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2295011878239525512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2295011878239525512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/04/smile.html' title='SMILE! (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8406725058159916646</id><published>2011-04-11T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:19:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE HIM!! All glory goes to Him (:</title><content type='html'>Had my medicine essay test yesterday. The question was unexpected and pretty hard I would say, though we can almost write about anything under the Sun. Hahas. Ya but I've been having the feeling that what I wrote for my essay is from God, though it was just a feeling and I didn't know why exactly. But last night on my bed, God told me why I felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about science, which is something that I like, but after planning for 30 seconds I just gave up on that idea. I went back to my initial instinct, which is to write about the human race. I didn't know why I wanted to write about it in the first place, but since I had nothing else to write, I decided to stick to it and started planning. Even though my essay was very messy, pretty unclear and quite incoherent and incomplete, I felt good as it was finally over. I began to thank God for it, for His grace and support that pulled me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just somehow had the feeling that what I wrote was something God wanted me to write, though I don't know why since I did not write about my religion (something that some other people wrote). Last night, while lying on my bed, this feeling came back to haunt me again, and I started to wonder why I had that feeling that it was from God. Then I realised, that my essay is pretty much about love in this world that makes us common and connected, though I did not state that explicitly, but it's the idea that my essay is revolving around. Then I realised that my statement about "this may be an idealistic idea" is actually something that God wants for the world, that our love for Him can translate to love for the people around us. I realised also that I was somehow looking from God's perspective, how He sees the world, and how it pains Him when there's so much suffering and war around. My heart aligned with His more after my realisation, and I also began to feel for myself what April meant when she told me about feeling pain for Daphne while realising that Gos is actually going through much more heart ache, for His love for each and every on of us exceeds how humans love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God really for this, and what He spoke to me really woke me up to want to align my heart even more with His and really see the world from His perspective, so that we can truly reflect His goodness, being able to react the way He wants us to. I love you, Father, for even loving this world full of sin and evil so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God also told me that He will never give up on us, so we mustn't give up as well. I'm sure this will be useful some day, when someone's in despair, and I can tell him or her about God's love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God so much for Marilyn's realisation, for speaking to her and for placing me there to help her realise that You can just talk to her so easily. I'm very touched by what You told her, something that I want myself yo understand as well, and Your words for her encouraged me as well. I just pray that her faith and Wen Qi's faith will grow in You, and that You'll protect them from the evil one! Just love You so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLYSM &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8406725058159916646?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8406725058159916646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8406725058159916646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8406725058159916646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8406725058159916646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/04/praise-him-all-golry-goes-to-him.html' title='PRAISE HIM!! All glory goes to Him (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6200797828644436322</id><published>2011-04-07T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:12:32.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS ABLE</title><content type='html'>Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You part the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm the raging sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to do this in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said You're for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who can stand against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are with me Lord I know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too hard for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my God is able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know His love never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my God is able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in You with all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know You have the master plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll throw my life into Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your glory for Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6200797828644436322?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6200797828644436322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6200797828644436322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6200797828644436322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6200797828644436322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-is-able.html' title='GOD IS ABLE'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-7150265322709997751</id><published>2011-04-07T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:47:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Dentistry interview this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i've been waiting for the NUS letter for one week, and been bugging my mum for letters everyday, and I finally got a letter for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From OCBC. About the amount of money in my bank. Last $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas still waiting for dentistry shortlist letter. Will probably receive it tomorrow if they did send everything by today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I started panicking, I remembered what You taught me, about my reaction reflecting my faith and trust. But Mel taught me something today, that at least I'm not taking opportunities for granted, and do take them seriously and I'm really thankful for everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You my Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was like a fairy tale la, oh my goodness. So blown away. GOD IS GOOD! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of joy from pleasing You. Let my life be a sweet offering to You forever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still disapprove of what NTU CBC is doing. But ohwells I'm benefiting from it too, can't say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and congrats Jingwei! (: Oh my gosh there'll be five of us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-7150265322709997751?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7150265322709997751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=7150265322709997751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7150265322709997751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7150265322709997751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3926860053744305424</id><published>2011-03-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:11:37.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILY!! :D</title><content type='html'>Just had my DSTA scholarship interview today. The interviewers were nice all the time, but I can't help to be nervous, my voice shaking throughout the entire interview. :/ But by God's grace I think I did pretty okay for it! (: Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that the dateline for AUS online application submission is tomorrow... Oh my gosh... I'm like rushing a 1500 word essay by tonight because I still have 2 very worrying interviews to think about on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always there when I needed Him, or in fact any one at all, but I'm just so thankful that He is always so accepting, forgiving, loving... Nothing compares to your embrace. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3926860053744305424?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3926860053744305424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3926860053744305424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3926860053744305424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3926860053744305424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/ily-d.html' title='ILY!! :D'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3932778417684760070</id><published>2011-03-24T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:42:26.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 &amp; 10 APRIL 2011</title><content type='html'>STRESSED. STRESSED. STRESSED. STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Yiting! Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've still got one week k! Stop wasting time and let's go!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I finish early and get early acceptance. Then don't even have to go for other stuff oh my gosh HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it k! I'm rooting for you! Do your best and leave with nothing&amp;nbsp;but the feeling of victory!! (: Everything's on your side! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything but time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I'll make do with whatever little time I have, and put up the best fight I can. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going for work on 31st already la, seriously. Super waste my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do my very best! (: Watch me dear! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3932778417684760070?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3932778417684760070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3932778417684760070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3932778417684760070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3932778417684760070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-10-april-2011.html' title='1 &amp; 10 APRIL 2011'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8333661927283469052</id><published>2011-03-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:25:19.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAD ME ON</title><content type='html'>Everything is going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did a quick calculation. If i earn $4000 per month, I'll earn my 1st million in... TWENTY YEARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it means that I can't spend any money at all. Not even on my family, current or future. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, I'm not so childish as to bet my everything on earning that million dollar. And I know that God provides, and that I can rely on His perfect timing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love you so much. Everyday, every moment. Every thime I discover something new about you. Every time you forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got both my reference letters done!! :D Awesum! Thank you my Lord! And the kind souls out there HAHA! Need to write the cover letter, which I have no idea whatsoever what it is about. Hmm He just put a person in mind. Ya I think I'll ask him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love. And I'm thankful she didn't actually read it but pushed it aside and ignored it. I knew she would have grown even madder instead of trying to understand you better, but I wrote it and left it there anyway. But I know that it's not Your will for her to read it and I will try some other way. Like praying. And obeying you and honouring my parents more everyday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile. (: Life has so much for us to smile about. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8333661927283469052?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8333661927283469052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8333661927283469052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8333661927283469052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8333661927283469052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/lead-me-on.html' title='LEAD ME ON'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6729724573089453480</id><published>2011-03-17T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:14:49.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL SMILE! (:</title><content type='html'>Very stressed out doing reference letter drafts... I'm sorry that I shouted at you, and after seeing how much effort you're putting forward for this family while I'm only doing my bare minimum, I feel very ashamed of myself. I will work hard and make you proud again mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I'm going to make God proud as well. Through faith, obedience and willingness to serve. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.. Urgh. Desperately needs Mr Ng's sample. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is supremely blessing me in every small yet tiring way, and I'm learning to embrace that! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKARIOS. All praise and glory to you forever. Let me be your good ambassador and defender of my own faith. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Help. People. Tired but I will take time out, it's all part of the training. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6729724573089453480?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6729724573089453480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6729724573089453480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6729724573089453480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6729724573089453480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-will-smile.html' title='I WILL SMILE! (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8334370203652025045</id><published>2011-03-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:33:13.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Earthquakes. Tsunami. So scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for IT show today hahas. Going church tomorrow and NUS open house on sunday. Feeling a bit empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just told me not to tithe even when I go out to work. For a few minutes I was feeling defeated and sian, but decided against it and just let God take control. I'll do as she say for now, but it would be against my heart. Just set apart the share that I'm supposed to honour God with and not get overcome by greed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better already. Thank you God. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn not going church tomorrow boohoo!! I'll pray harder for her and&amp;nbsp;Suven and Esther for 26th!!! And maybe even lifegroup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to take intiative to arrange dp with Mel... WAKE UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to make use of my time fully. For God. For life on earth is finite, but still I can do my best to honour Him with what I do with it ya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants me to be supremely blessed. AWESOME. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8334370203652025045?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8334370203652025045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8334370203652025045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8334370203652025045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8334370203652025045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-4518575389297761206</id><published>2011-03-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:05:36.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From excitement to confusion</title><content type='html'>In just a few steps. About 5 days actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seripusly lagging in all my stuff... My work, applications, research, praise report editting. Urgh too messy... Too much distraction. I don't know what I'm doing half the time actually and time just flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference letter and personal statement... ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that God will provide a way for me and I'll work together with Him! Really hard!!! (:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired already. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time but should go out. Alamak. Let God provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou Marilyn!! (: Last paper and there'll be FUN! :D Please please please please come on Saturday!!! You'll love it I'm sure. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou everyone! Don't be exhausted, but exhaust what we need to mug! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May start mugging chem all over again sigh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being there with me and blessing me. (: Really really appreciate it and I know I must pray and put in my own effort too, so GO!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-4518575389297761206?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4518575389297761206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=4518575389297761206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4518575389297761206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4518575389297761206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-excitement-to-confusion.html' title='From excitement to confusion'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-9161201302317968032</id><published>2011-03-05T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:50:18.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE REPORT :D</title><content type='html'>I want to thank God not only for my good results actually, but also for encouraging me and giving me grace for my 1 plus year in JC and before the release of my results. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has always been with me for the past almost 2 years, but because of school and everything I know that I've not always been consciously walking with Him, and a lot of time my faith is very circumstantial. At the end of JC 1, God helped me as I took part in the Singapore Chemistry Olympiad and I got a silver medal! I was in shock because I was one of the higher medalists in my school but usually during lessons, I was considered one of the weaker few and even my teacher said he's very worried for me. And even though I only accepted Christ and started going to church in July that year, with my limited knowledge of God I knew that God blessed me with the result because I did not put in too much extra efforts compared to my peers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in JC 2 my mum decided to ban me from going to church so that I can study for my exams, and a lot of times I could not attend lifegroup as well. Also, I sort of went back to my old ways, and a lot of time during major exams I would do last minute work, either because of stress or I was complacent even though I wasn't confident. And after each A level paper, I would feel one step closer to doom as I still did last minute work for some of my papers and I generally felt that I didn't do well and even screwed up for some papers. On the day of my chem paper 2, I even mistook it for an afternoon paper when it was a morning paper! But really thank God for a series of events that happened that day, including my decision to sleep earlier the previous night and only to revise on the morning of the paper itself (must be from God!) as well as lots of other coincidences that managed to get me in school in time to do and even be able to finish my paper. By God's grace I got an A for my H2 chem, even though I was late for 25 minutes for my paper 2, and not only that He blessed me to get 7 distinctions and straight As for all the subjects that I took in my A levels!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the most amazing part is not just that, but rather what happened for the past few days and even weeks. As the release of results approaches, I felt more and more nervous but I also learned to depend on God more. I always prayed to God as I wasn't confident of my results at all, and I received a lot of encouragement from my lifegroup members as well. And just a few days before the results came out, I heard God telling me that I actually did a good job and have done well, and that I will be able to walk the path that He has planned for me with my results. At that point of time, and even before that, I had very little confidence of myself and my academic abilities, and even though I've been wanting to study medicine in NUS, I was often unsure if I can really get in. When people asked me what course I would like to do, I would often answer "medicine IF POSSIBLE..." or sometimes even "science I think.." And even after hearing from God I thought hmm maybe my results will not be fantastic but it can get me to where God needs me to be, and I was so uncertain sometimes I wondered if it was really from God or my own mind playing a trick on me to console myself. But anyway I made up my mind and decided that whatever result I got, I would definitely smile and be contented with it and thank God wholeheartedly. I wasn't be able to keep the first part of my promise, because the moment I saw my results I was so shocked that I screamed and cried on the spot!! I still feel like I'm in a dream, because I would definitely not have done it by my own effort and I won't even dream of getting such a result. (: I even predicted that I would get a C for both my GP and econs, but God is just so amazing and awesome!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thank God because I couldn't sleep the night before collecting my results, so I lay on my bed and started asking God, though I've done it quite a few times before but this time much more seriously, that what His plan for me is. And after my mind drifted off and thought about a lot of other stuff, God gave me this vision that I was talking/teaching a few people, and I knew it was from God because it was out of nowhere and it reminded me of a vision He gave me during YI camp 2009: the 1st being me sitting happily chatting with my family (at that time I often quarreled with my parents) and the 2nd being me wearing a white either clinical or lab coat. So after that time I roughly had an idea that I would either be doing healthcare or research, and God also gave me another vision one fine morning last year that I was talking to others about healthy lifestyle. At that point of time I felt really puzzled because I thought to myself that I didn't even practise healthy living myself, by often sleeping very late at night and stuff like that. Then I suddenly realised that it was a vision from God! And after that I considered the possibility of being a dietician, because I was saying something like how to eat healthily in my vision. So after I summed up the 3 visions from God that night, I felt really blessed and finally began to believe that God wants to put me in healthcare and help people with my knowledge. (: I was really happy and expecting a mediocre result, I began thinking about the other possible healthcare careers I learnt about after going for a health career talk. I felt God's peace with me and soon fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receiving my A level results, I realised that God's "good" when He talked to me that morning is really "GOOD"!!! And after telling my mum about everything, even my visions I go from God because my mum doesn't wish for me to do medicine as she thinks that it'll be too stressful and tough for me, she agreed to let me go to church twice a month (previously once a month) which is a 100% IMPROVEMENT!!!!! (I even heard her telling her friends and relatives about God's vision for me, and even though she thinks that it's just superstition the very fact that she's spreading the news means that she believes at least a little bit and that's so amazing!!!) And I just thank God so much for His grace to calm down whenever I felt nervous or depressed about how my results would turn out, and I'm also thankful that I can realise my promise to really thank God and honour Him with my results because it's really good!!! :DD So all the praise and glory to God, and I continue to pray for His grace and blessing for my medicine and other healthcare courses' application because for medicine, A level results are only 50% of their consideration and alot of other people ( I think around 1000 :x) obtained scores just as well as mine and some even better. I'll also do lots of research on my part and continue to pray that my mum's heart will soften and that she'll stop thinking that it's superstition or maybe even hallucination. (: Really thank God for everything, from putting me in NJ to in this church and lifegroup, where I received so much love, support, encouragement and prayers from my lg ((: All glory to God!!! &amp;lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you lots mel for everything really!! (: From support to prayer to how to walk in Christ. I want to serve God in a healthcare profession next time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-9161201302317968032?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9161201302317968032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=9161201302317968032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9161201302317968032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9161201302317968032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/praise-report-d.html' title='PRAISE REPORT :D'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5453890989501703191</id><published>2011-03-01T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:55:13.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I was socialising this morning. Srsly. LOL. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5453890989501703191?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5453890989501703191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5453890989501703191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5453890989501703191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5453890989501703191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-i-was-socialising-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5890537572191459795</id><published>2011-03-01T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:53:29.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD'S GRACE ALONE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME</title><content type='html'>Oh no I'm addicted to blogging!! D: Logged in 3 times today and haven't compiled a single math question zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for showing me hope when my faith was low... APRIL'S GOING ON HER 1ST MISSION TRIP!! :D With Celine somemore!! Oh my gosh this is super awesome!!! God answers prayers, so start praying for what I want today! (: You are so awesome and amazing can, my LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok compile math questions dear. Stop getting distracted. Tune in for His voice too. (: You won't be bored! I can do all things through Him who gives me strength!! (Philippians 4:13 :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5890537572191459795?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5890537572191459795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5890537572191459795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5890537572191459795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5890537572191459795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/gods-grace-alone-is-sufficient-for-me.html' title='GOD&apos;S GRACE ALONE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3551679661171062091</id><published>2011-03-01T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:27:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.punoftheday.com/</title><content type='html'>It's not the end of the world. So why do I feel like crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;in all your ways acknowledge him, &lt;br /&gt;and he will make your paths straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love You, though my&amp;nbsp;faith is a bit shaken heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou dear! Wipe away your tears and walk to the new opportunities and doors that God has opened for you!! (: He cares enough to tell me that it's okay and has got everything all planned out for me. So it's okay because He says so. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna irritate Madhu with all the puns I'm gonna read from the website. MUAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3551679661171062091?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3551679661171062091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3551679661171062091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3551679661171062091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3551679661171062091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/httpwwwpunofthedaycom.html' title='http://www.punoftheday.com/'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1529794202818040024</id><published>2011-03-01T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:40:58.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MAKE MY DAY. always. (:</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna live by what I see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna live by what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My standard shouldn't be based on how other people see me, but let me just express myself as who I am. (: Let me know the real me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a good day. (: This coming Friday. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be perfect, but I need to perfect my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked for so long this morning... Time to do work!! Finish stats today!! Try try! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos With God We Overcome. (Y) Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You so very much. (: And I miss all my friends! Invest more time with them! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing myself to be sustained by You would be a pretty big step for me. But i know it's possible, 只因为对象是你 ((: ONE LOVE!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;I need a scholarship... I'm broke. :/ Hahas &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still learning to smile. But for YOU it's okay! Everything's okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop shaking you leg, my dear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1529794202818040024?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1529794202818040024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1529794202818040024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1529794202818040024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1529794202818040024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-gonna-live-by-what-i-see.html' title='YOU MAKE MY DAY. always. (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-138954670157591691</id><published>2011-02-28T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:35:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04.03.2011, 1430HRS</title><content type='html'>STOMACH, MEET BUTTERFLIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so cute ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking scared about it, as much as I try not to. God gives me a lot of comfort though, telling me that I did a good job and that my results will get me where I need to be. (: And typing it out is already making me better. (: Thank you for your grace and love my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, looks like a lot of people had trouble. Actually people have worries everyday, but I hope that I can be there to share their joy and sorrows by lending my ears to them, and even though I can't come up with good solutions, I believe that by listening already makes them feel better as they say out how they feel. Just like when I always&amp;nbsp;have the urge&amp;nbsp;to tell my "amazing adventures" when things happen. (: It's okay, I guess. Hahas. But thank you for being there when &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; needed too tell my stories to somebody. Thank you really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you! (: And good thing you're not born one day later, because you won't be celebrating this year if you were! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you tomorrow too mum!! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;are&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love you for ever and ever, and really thank God for you!!!!! (: You ALWAYS make my day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Psalm 55:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord. Love you with all that I am. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-138954670157591691?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/138954670157591691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=138954670157591691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/138954670157591691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/138954670157591691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/04032011-1430hrs.html' title='04.03.2011, 1430HRS'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8448381944983919695</id><published>2011-02-25T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:05:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MAKE MY DAY</title><content type='html'>Woke up slightly earlier this morning than before. Although I still didn't manage to wake up at the point that my alarm rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Jocelyn!! Don't overwork again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I'm like reviving this blog, I feel refreshed with the grace and reassurance that God gives me. I'm gonna believe if I feel it or not! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to arrange outing soon with my secondary school friends man. Though it feels like we just went out but actually we haven't seen each other for VERY long. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I must quickly earn my 1st $$!! Thank God Aaron informed me about reporting to the cruisecentre again tmr.. I really thought it was because I kept messaging last friday and thus they're like sacking me! And must finish my math too!! Today must finish Sampling and Hypothesis Testing!! (: They sound a bit&amp;nbsp; all too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something I shouldn't have, but oh wells no point crying over spilt milk. Heh jiayou Yiting! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love today and love eveyday. Because You're there for me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8448381944983919695?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8448381944983919695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8448381944983919695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8448381944983919695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8448381944983919695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-make-my-day.html' title='YOU MAKE MY DAY'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5115507218891057279</id><published>2010-05-31T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:16:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital attachment: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Today was fun! (: We had ice-breakers, sharing session by the sisters, and tour around the hospital and the different units. (: The ice-breakers made me realise how much they value bonding between staff, as well as between staff and patient. The Quiet Room is very cool, as a respect for Muslims to pray and all that. The CPC, Pastoral Care unit, also had amazing stories to share. It helps with the emotional and spiritual healing, something that medicine alone cannot cure.It's a skilled ministry of the heart that requires a lot of listening and understanding using the heart. The sisters do not promote Catholic services, but instead pray with the patients when they request them to do so. It important for patients with terminal illnesses to let go of any negative emotions and spend their last days living as much as they can. It's also not about consoling by lying to the patients that they will get well soon or their god will save them, but rather to tell them the truth in a nicer way and helping the patients and their family to cope with their situations. I think God allowed me to break down with all the touching stories, and He's telling me to stop rejecting Him for protecting me and watching over me. I think it's really great that the patients get to be happier when they enter the last stage of their life, and not leave with the thought "Why me?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour around the hospital was very useful and interesting. It showed me the different units and departments that a hospital needs in order to function. It's interesting to know that the doctors in private hospitals are private practitioners and they only have their clinics based there instead of working for the hospital. I learnt more about the different disciplines and&amp;nbsp;specialties, and I think it help me to make a more informed decision as to which field I want to venture into in medicine if I were to become a doctor. From what I experience so far, I think that I have a exceptionally strong compassion for children and maybe women as well, and i'm trying to learn more as I go around the different units. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that a lot of wards have a system that can keep a negative air pressure so as to keep virus like the SARS virus away from the hospital and patients. I think it's a really cool way to clear the air for the patients and prevent spreading of the air-borne diseases. I was also amazed by the facilities in the delivery suite, and the pleasant design in the various wards. There's the "laughing gas" to relieve pain for mothers giving birth, and there's the newest service: water birth, a natural way to give birth to the child in something similar to a bathtub. I also think that it is really helpful that the paediatric wards are really colourful and cheerful! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attached to St Gabriel ward, We came across this baby from Bangladesh who had a brain tumour removed, but unfortunately is currently stuck with hydrocephalus, or "water in brain", an illness that causes excessive fluid to accumulate in the brain as it is unable to be absorbed by the surrounding tissues. This leads to increased pressure in the brain, causing memory loss in the patient, as I read from a magazine in the hospital later on. The mother was kind enough to explain the situation to us, as she is a doctor herself and she came with her husband to treat their baby as her husband is posted to SGH as a radiologist. I really hope that the baby will get well soon, and it hurts to see a tube connected to the baby's left brain. Most the babies staying in the ward have tubes connected to their body, to transfer fluid with antibiotics to the babies' veins, while some others still have oral medication. I think it was quite scary that one of the babies had the tube attached to his neck too tightly, and the nurses had to carry the baby to a brighter room after several failed attempts to pluck out the tube to change to a new bag of fluid for the baby, and it was uncomfortable for the baby as he kept crying. ): And I think it takes a lot of practice and caution to handle something so fragile. I think the baby's neck will just break if I get to carry one. xP The nurses were usually very busy and the four of us would either follow them and help out a bit or just sit around. It's interesting to see tinier versions of the blood pressure measuring thing to fit for babies' tinier arms and legs. (: The children had cast-like things around their arms or legs to secure the tubes and prevent the babies from pulling them out. Stacy and I thought that they broke their arms or something at first! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a really great experience so far, and I'm looking forward to going to the other units! I'll be missing the surgical ward St Francis tomorrow morning though, because I'm going for the Pre-U Seminar opening. Hope that's fun too. (: Wa tomorrow must bring pen there and take down notes! Hahas. After the attachment I also have dp with Melissa. (: Hope I'm not too exhausted for it! I almost didn't want to meet Samuel up for dinner because I needed sleep so badly that I would give up dinner. Anyway he ate before that already, he just bought a waffle after I have finished my food. Aiya but can understand la, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;after jogging sure hungry one ma, right dear? (: HAHAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish that I can forget but I can't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I made up my mind not to do something stupid today. Glad that I did. But I decided to be emo for at least the rest of the day. Though a bit fail because I'm either too sleepy or too amused by Sam to be emo. Roy's nice by the way. Hahas it's funny how something Sam said sort of corresponds to something my mum suggested the other time. Ya he's a guy and he's from Hwa Chong, but I don't have to go to that extent yet ok? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5115507218891057279?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5115507218891057279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5115507218891057279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5115507218891057279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5115507218891057279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/hospital-attachment-day-1.html' title='Hospital attachment: Day 1'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3471237911913878481</id><published>2010-05-05T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:33:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya hey Madhu, I know you don't like &lt;em&gt;brackcurrent&lt;/em&gt;. I don't like it either. Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3471237911913878481?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3471237911913878481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3471237911913878481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3471237911913878481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3471237911913878481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-ya-hey-madhu-i-know-you-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8852862758745884396</id><published>2010-05-05T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:31:41.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to save tonight.</title><content type='html'>Argh my mum's here to chase me away! Lol. Happy birthday dad. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8852862758745884396?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8852862758745884396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8852862758745884396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8852862758745884396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8852862758745884396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-save-tonight.html' title='I want to save tonight.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-618604750478582718</id><published>2010-04-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:16:50.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel better (:</title><content type='html'>Celine said that I sounded emo, but I think it's ok leh. Hahas. And I adapted back better than I thought I would. That's a great sign! (: I think I just need to spend less time stoning and on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember dear, good ending! (: I'm sure it will be as long as you trust Him with all your heart! Yay! &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I should think about my own problem too. I was too busy thinking about other stuff that I forgot about my own. Must start solving leh, if not will be very emo. ): Sorry gang that I was so quite, but I really don't know what to say. I don't even have any conclusion about anything, then I don't know what to say also... Haiz. Ok I'll try to say something serious and not lame next time. Hahas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I thought I'm fine already, but i guess things ain't always that easy. But I will be, when I learn to focus on&amp;nbsp; Him more. (: Don't be lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get better real soon. I promise. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-618604750478582718?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/618604750478582718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=618604750478582718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/618604750478582718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/618604750478582718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-better.html' title='I feel better (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-825848448211040407</id><published>2010-04-18T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:29:06.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good to be back. Good to not feel strange. Good to know what's going on in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to know what's going on in mine.&lt;br /&gt;I need a reality check too, although I already know the answers, and answers are not the things that I really need right now. I need to know how to do with them, how to move on, how not to get stuck here and feel demoralised, how to re-find my life and carry on with it. I feel that too many things have been lost, and I'll probably take a really long time to search them all back, but it'll be worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I think I'm really fine.&lt;br /&gt;I just need time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-825848448211040407?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/825848448211040407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=825848448211040407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/825848448211040407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/825848448211040407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3969035132199860573</id><published>2010-04-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:40:04.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches, rashes, and maybe some hormone disorder.</title><content type='html'>Other than that, my life is perfectly fine. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick recently and despite sleeping every time I reach home and not doing all my homework, I still cannot seem to get enough sleep. My darlin (the one in AJ) was, coincidentally, also sick since Sunday but with a much more serious fever. Lin Yao was also sick on Monday. Now even my bestie is having a fever and sore throat... The weather is really bad! ): I still remember my conversation with my&amp;nbsp;apathetic friend: He was like the weather is so hot, and I went ya I'm still having a slight fever. Then he went ya the weather will make your fever worse. So I was thinking like how's that going to help me? But hahas never mind, I think I'm much better now. (: Need to catch up with all the work! And catch up with God. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya did my speech day voting. Anyhow vote. Hope people pay up tomorrow. If not idk how. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greenlink earth day talk not bad sia. Got refreshment!! :D:D:D Hahas no wonder my 2 slacking friends doing logistics under that event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesha's Your Love Is My Drug is so cute. So cheerful and happy and gay! (: Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all 3 disorders above go away. Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3969035132199860573?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3969035132199860573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3969035132199860573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3969035132199860573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3969035132199860573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/headaches-rashes-and-maybe-some-hormone.html' title='Headaches, rashes, and maybe some hormone disorder.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1430427570374601506</id><published>2010-04-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:48:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic hectic hectic!</title><content type='html'>A bit messy right now. Like rushing through everything. Although there seems to be no need for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot concentrate when I try to do work. Still very tired even though I think I've been sleeping more. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Nijun was like "Your friends very nice leh!" &lt;br /&gt;Then I was like "Why your friends not nice meh?" (Ok it was weird)&lt;br /&gt;And she was like "No la. Your friends keep saying jiayou to you."&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like AWW~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup my dearest baobeis, who always make me melt! (: I will try my best to qualify first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be missing a few stuff. Hope it's not too serious. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1430427570374601506?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1430427570374601506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1430427570374601506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1430427570374601506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1430427570374601506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/hectic-hectic-hectic.html' title='Hectic hectic hectic!'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-4400211331095872791</id><published>2010-04-03T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:58:28.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me stonger.</title><content type='html'>Aww~ My sweet sweet darlings just know how to make me melt. (: Thanks for being there, like, ALWAYS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe we got first for SPARKS! I only helped to press buzzer... :x But The rest of my team is crazy! And must thank Jocelyn and her team for PA, Madhu and Porlin for hosting, Celine for the support, Shang Jun and his SnT for making it possible. (:&amp;nbsp;It was fun! :D Again again! *teletubbies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay finished my NATFA! Don't have to worry about it for LIFE. Jiayou Celine for your 2.4, and Jocelyn and Madhu for your SBJ!! You can jump one must believe in yourselves!&amp;nbsp;I'll run 2.4 with you next Monday OK? (: My event is this Friday so yup not scared of anything already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done any homework. Don't know what I've been doing for the past few days. Hope PW outing was good? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go out with Marilyn soon... hopefully. (: Lin Yao told me that Energy Audit will be tiring, but never mind la, I'm going to step down soon will be more free. (: Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you my Baobeis for being so encouraging... I'm touched! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. April Fools was fun. :P Madhu! Your favourite song very cute leh! Hahas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-4400211331095872791?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4400211331095872791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=4400211331095872791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4400211331095872791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4400211331095872791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-make-me-stonger.html' title='You make me stonger.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1342401338016227237</id><published>2010-03-31T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:17:52.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And things will all fall into the right places</title><content type='html'>One down! :D Quite relieved that it's over actually, although I didn't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;Less stress now, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with my keyboard. Shouldn't type much. It's getting painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait it's okay now! It's just a program that was running just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for 200m girls! (: And long jump! Jiayou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I've got you, always there for me, being so supportive. MUARCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1342401338016227237?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1342401338016227237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1342401338016227237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1342401338016227237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1342401338016227237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-things-will-all-fall-into-right.html' title='And things will all fall into the right places'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1088627364106970508</id><published>2010-03-25T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:56:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired and scared. And hungry and cold. OK, not really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1088627364106970508?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1088627364106970508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1088627364106970508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1088627364106970508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1088627364106970508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-tired-and-scared-and-hungry-and-cold.html' title='I&apos;m tired and scared. And hungry and cold. OK, not really.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-7912735932005002085</id><published>2010-03-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:44:50.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to eat carrot until I turn orange!</title><content type='html'>Tried Long jump today. (: A bit scary, but quite fun la. (: Thank Joshua and Wei Quan for the patience to teach me! Need Gabe. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Want to sleep. But want to wake up at 12 to wish Marilyn happy birthday. (: Hope bestie gets a hint and message my love soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An love don't worry he won't think of you as irritating one. You're so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get chased away already. I've only been here for like 5, 10 minutes. Thursday got Sparks, Friday got H3 test, Saturday Sunday most likely will have long jump training, Monday Bio block test, Wednesday selection test. DEAD. Hahas. Must enjoy tomorrow man go eat Swensen's! :D Eat until fat then cannot jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-7912735932005002085?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7912735932005002085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=7912735932005002085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7912735932005002085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7912735932005002085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-eat-carrot-until-i-turn.html' title='I want to eat carrot until I turn orange!'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2544777914552372920</id><published>2010-03-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:49:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a plaster for my heart. But I'll be fine. (:</title><content type='html'>Shouldn't think about whether I&amp;nbsp;DID the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't think about what things COULD have been.&lt;br /&gt;Just focus on now, and how to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't seem to make myself get more sleep. Still sleeping late. This is bad... ): Can feel the effects, and their heartbreaks. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-control! Self-discipline! Prioritise! &lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how not to lean on my own understanding, or how to make decisions, because He's just telling me that He'll bless me in whatever I choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that's what I need. It's not important what I choose to do, but how well I choose to do it and not think about not doing anything else. Hahas I'm confused, but thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get injured in the next 2 weeks. That's the best that I can do. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no gtg! Hahas hope I still can come back. (: Yup I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2544777914552372920?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2544777914552372920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2544777914552372920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2544777914552372920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2544777914552372920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-plaster-for-my-heart-but-ill-be.html' title='I need a plaster for my heart. But I&apos;ll be fine. (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2224821691260778668</id><published>2010-03-18T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:19:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IT, I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU&amp;nbsp;USING LOGICAL REASONING."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2224821691260778668?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2224821691260778668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2224821691260778668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2224821691260778668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2224821691260778668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-dont-believe-it-ill-prove-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3764134923545793547</id><published>2010-03-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:56:29.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose your emotional baggage</title><content type='html'>Yay! Meeting Mel tomorrow (: Quite stress about everything but never mind! Was super frustrated today when I read the message around noon and went out for a walk, but the word FAITH popped into my head, and very much calmed me down. Thank God! (: I think I just try my best la. Even if it's not enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm very distracted. The TV on then I will sit there and watch. NO SELF-DISCIPLINE! Aiya go sleep la.&amp;nbsp;Super tired. Haiz. Jocelyn take care at camp! Have super a lot of fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la I try to do a bit of work first. Then try to sleep early.&amp;nbsp;Yup. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3764134923545793547?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3764134923545793547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3764134923545793547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3764134923545793547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3764134923545793547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/lose-your-emotional-baggage.html' title='Lose your emotional baggage'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-9196064727515450787</id><published>2010-03-12T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:39:23.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true that we shouldn't bury our feelings, but right now I need to.</title><content type='html'>Had some sort of spiritual attack/ emotional diarrhea just now on my way home. Almost went crazy. Feeling much better now but it can come again any time. And I have a feeling it will. Recorded my thoughts in my phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's possible, I also want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me so hard now it hurts so bad. I'm suffocating as the minute goes by. Hoping that something will happen, someone to save me out of this. But who can I blame, since I;m the one causing my own pain. Why am I inflicting pain on myself? I don't get what's going on. Something's terribly wrong. In fact, everything's wrong. Nothing feels right. I'm too dependent. I need to speak up and rely on Him more. Believe that everything's for my best interest (because it's true). I just can't figure out the feeling though. It's like I'm lost. ): And I can't even bring myself to listen to happy songs now. Because I simply feel too sad. Feeling so insecure that I can't stop peeling the skin on my thumb every time my hands are free. How I wish I have an eye candy that can cheer me up whenever I spot him from afar. One that I don't have to feel associated to, one that don't know my existence. Feel so confused feel so bad. Tomorrow got race I better rest well. Can't stand the feeling that I'm dying to hear something every moment. Or getting motivated to run faster because I didn't put in my 100% in the first place. But everything's going to end soon. So soon that I'm still in the shock that I;n going to do long jump. I love Lift You High by Planetshakers. I need to have that knid of love and mindset. Need to slap myself so as to wake up from the sweet dream before it turns to sweet. Or else I'll find myself crying when I wake up, when I finally realise that everything is not possible. Quick, wake up, before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like rubbish, but someone slapped me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, verbal diarrhea right. It was like a 10 page long SMS. Just that at that time I didn't say all these out loud. It was inside my head, so loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fail my psycho test man, at this rate. Need to tell my baobeis about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm giving myself too much stress because I'm too slack. Must push myself more. I feel very tired these days, although I'm not doing much. I feel so old. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really scary. Dark and filled with screams. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy. All because of you, myself. Thanks ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt better after I reached home. Shouldn't have stayed back. Should be more independent. Anyway I've more or less decided to give up since I really cannot make it and focus more on what I can get. Maybe I should be more like the Benjamin I met today. Then I won't live until&amp;nbsp;I feel&amp;nbsp;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yip is crazy la. Ask me to go back to school tomorrow to ask him questions. He'll be very disappointed if he knows that I've secretly decided to give up, but he also admitted that even that Benjamin is better than me at concepts. I no hope already la. Sorry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't laugh anymore. Anything that come out from my mouth now is either crap, or crap. Sorry baobeis. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so sweet. It's on a Facebook page It's like I want you to know, but I don't want to tell you:&lt;br /&gt;here's a secret: I LOVE YOU ♥ &lt;br /&gt;So super sweet. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must stop myself from imagining stupid things. Or hallucinating. I told ou I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this picture from It's like I want you to know, but I don't want to tell you. It corresponds to one of my notes in my phone that I displayed for quite a while. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/S5pRT0rUc-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/z2dpUpRcKDk/s1600-h/19278_1234374187242_1465801443_30579492_2026467_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/S5pRT0rUc-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/z2dpUpRcKDk/s320/19278_1234374187242_1465801443_30579492_2026467_n.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so super duper sweet la~ LOVE YOU! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok I should go and rest soon. Race at 2.40 tomorrow. Weather: Dunno. Feeling: Scared. Jiayou! :3&lt;/div&gt;You can do it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you. (: I'll try to put down the hate, even those&amp;nbsp;for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-9196064727515450787?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9196064727515450787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=9196064727515450787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9196064727515450787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9196064727515450787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-true-that-we-shouldnt-bury-our.html' title='It&apos;s true that we shouldn&apos;t bury our feelings, but right now I need to.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/S5pRT0rUc-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/z2dpUpRcKDk/s72-c/19278_1234374187242_1465801443_30579492_2026467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5654498025985984094</id><published>2010-03-08T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:23:30.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that cheer me up :D</title><content type='html'>This is some announcement I found under a folder on KM called A Level Examination. And it's damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important! &lt;br /&gt;by Tan Cheu Yian 11/20/2009 9:45 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please bring a jacket along for the examination which you could wear it if you feel cold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please bring an umbrella in case it rains.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the event of floods, please do be reminded that your safety is of the utmost importance. Contact the College immediately if you do have problems reaching the College on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super cute can! Especially the third point. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt a new word last Friday! It's "&lt;strong&gt;Quorine&lt;/strong&gt;"! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he still doesn't trust me as much.. Hmm... Hahas never mind la I don't care about all those politics. Go for it, electrophoresis! You can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! Cannot stop laughing after reading these feedbacks. This is damn funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Just Has To Be Said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may find this a waste of space. If my brain wasn't dead from Mathematics, I would probably be sane enough to agree.&lt;br /&gt;But some things must be said and apologised for as a matter of principle.&lt;br /&gt;...Sorry Mrs Poon, I wasn't paying attention to what I was typing, and I know you're not Mr Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;-Bern &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mrs. Poon, I really thought you were a man. &lt;br /&gt;My bad. &lt;br /&gt;.wen loong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! They are damn cute. It's damn random and although I don't get what they mean, but it's really very funny. Thanks for brightening up my day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5654498025985984094?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5654498025985984094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5654498025985984094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5654498025985984094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5654498025985984094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-cheer-me-up-d.html' title='Things that cheer me up :D'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3087344264989481935</id><published>2010-03-08T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:34:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't walk I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't love until you found me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3087344264989481935?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3087344264989481935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3087344264989481935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3087344264989481935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3087344264989481935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-couldnt-walk-i-couldnt-see-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5010163134243514218</id><published>2010-03-08T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:19:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it were to be any different, I won't like it as much.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to think about all the if's and maybe's. I'm happy the way things are. Even though there may be sad times or tough times, I still like it right here, right now. I'm not going to regret any decisions I've made, any path that I walk, for God placed me in all this and I trust that that's the best for me. (: Like giving me more time to rest because I haven't been taking care of myself. I know it breaks His heart, as well as my mum's, to see me sick and uncomfortable when I don't take time to rest and get sick in the end. So, I'll try to sleep earlier from now on! I'll try really... Whether I get 7As or not for A levels is completely irrelevant if I can't even do my A levels because I get too sick. Jus chill and take things light. It's not like I'm completely stupid or lazy, so I'm sure I can do it. (: I'll be smiling with my baobeis around this time next year, or maybe crying tears of joy because I love the drama (hahas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what things will turn out to be. What's done is done. I don't care how you think of me. I'm going to throw you away! :D OK at least I'll try. Hahas I'm going crazy. Yup I'll try my best. By that time, be proud of me OK? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5010163134243514218?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5010163134243514218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5010163134243514218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5010163134243514218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5010163134243514218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-it-were-to-be-any-different-i-wont.html' title='If it were to be any different, I won&apos;t like it as much.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-7506608445240661538</id><published>2010-03-05T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:25:06.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok to be completely random</title><content type='html'>Don't stop believing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to that feeling &lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level results are out. Guess now's the time where a lot of people are scratching there heads hard trying to figure out where to go from here. I hope I won't be one of them this time next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People scream. People cry. I stood there to enjoy the drama. Feeling kind of numb and kind of affected as well. Hope these people make the best of what they have and don't regret from now on. I'll need a BIG hug next year too, from everyone I see man. Hahas. Hope PW will be ok. All the best 09! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can turn their back against me, but I just need you to believe me. It's the source of my strength. Hope this holds true for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believing in what you can do. There's someone up there always smiling at you, having faith in you more than you yourself do, knowing that there's a great plan for you. Jiayou slow gang! Next year we go up to the stage together! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest. Reserve for SPH relays tomorrow and Sunday. No time to do work at all. I'm physically drained as well. Dying already... xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sad songs make me so sad... ): Must change my preference to Madhu's favourite song. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然无所谓写在脸上&lt;br /&gt;我还是舍不得让你离开&lt;br /&gt;虽然闭着眼 假装听不到&lt;br /&gt;你对爱已不再想依赖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blue 沒有風的下午　&lt;br /&gt;想起那天還是會有點辛苦&lt;br /&gt;Oh so blue 恨自己太清楚（生命不能重複）&lt;br /&gt;我有花在眼前 酒在喉間 想的是你的笑臉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果能在雨天　會不會有改變　&lt;br /&gt;也許你就永遠在我身邊&lt;br /&gt;如果當時瞭解　看見我的曖昧　&lt;br /&gt;你會不會體貼地再多留一會兒&lt;br /&gt;Come back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是誰走錯了一步　誰又能不後悔&lt;br /&gt;只是　痛心的　失心的　狠心的　再難挽回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果能再遇見　會不會有改變　&lt;br /&gt;也許你就永遠在我身邊&lt;br /&gt;如果當時瞭解　看見我的曖昧　&lt;br /&gt;你會不會體貼地再多留一會兒&lt;br /&gt;Come back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛可以這樣　當我想一個人晚餐　&lt;br /&gt;卻碰到你坐在對面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剛分手的人　已有新伴侶　&lt;br /&gt;為何我還在意&lt;br /&gt;你已屬於她　而我只能看著窗外　&lt;br /&gt;有沒有人比我可憐&lt;br /&gt;所以愛上別人包括忘記你　需要一點時間&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦　陽光竟然耀眼&lt;br /&gt;哦　隨便&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你已經十天又三天　&lt;br /&gt;我好想再看你一眼&lt;br /&gt;一路 轉彎 直線 曲折又熟練 &lt;br /&gt;是你回家的路線&lt;br /&gt;分手已經十天又三天　&lt;br /&gt;整個人什麼都不對&lt;br /&gt;左邊 右邊 心裡 尋找了幾遍　&lt;br /&gt;你真的不在身邊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛已經這樣　而我付過帳的咖啡　&lt;br /&gt;苦得沒有一點甜味&lt;br /&gt;當然也有人約我好多遍　&lt;br /&gt;但我沒有感覺&lt;br /&gt;你已不存在　或是還有那麼一點　&lt;br /&gt;陰陰暗暗不肯離開&lt;br /&gt;所以愛上別人包括忘記你　&lt;br /&gt;需要一點時間&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦　陽光竟然耀眼&lt;br /&gt;哦　想念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你已經十天又三天　&lt;br /&gt;我好想再看你一眼&lt;br /&gt;一路 轉彎 直線 曲折又熟練 &lt;br /&gt;是你回家的路線&lt;br /&gt;分手已經十天又三天　&lt;br /&gt;整個人什麼都不對&lt;br /&gt;左邊 右邊 心裡 尋找了幾遍　&lt;br /&gt;你真的不在身邊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All so sad right. Lol. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-7506608445240661538?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7506608445240661538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=7506608445240661538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7506608445240661538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7506608445240661538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-ok-to-be-completely-random.html' title='It&apos;s ok to be completely random'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3780308045138812048</id><published>2010-03-03T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:01:00.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. But I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to work harder. And work smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance like an angel! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people do the&amp;nbsp;sundance people&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&amp;nbsp;is higher &lt;br /&gt;Love desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas I'm siao already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3780308045138812048?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3780308045138812048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3780308045138812048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3780308045138812048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3780308045138812048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5301736591390687218</id><published>2010-03-03T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:17:09.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make happiness a habit. (:</title><content type='html'>I also don't want my schedule to be like that. Don't have&amp;nbsp;time for anything these days.&amp;nbsp;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will get alot better after March. Because things are ending. Hang in there in the mean time dear! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to happy songs, think of happy thoughts, and just be positive! Gotta write my script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better catch up on GP reading article. Gonna get slaughtered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all that have happened in my life. And all that have not. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maximise my capacity! (: Get more sleep. Be less lame. ): Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make smiling a habit. Make love a habit. See no evil. Hear no evil. Be no evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more cute. Hehe. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be myself. (: Sleep more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make better use of time. Don't be so blur and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have used those hands to play piano. Haiz. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being random! (: Write script! Study for maths test! Do GP homework! Make time if I can't find time. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the most boring chorus hahas. Whole thing x3 some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my beloved baobeis. For staying through with me all this while. (: Don't know what to do without you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5301736591390687218?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5301736591390687218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5301736591390687218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5301736591390687218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5301736591390687218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-happiness-habit.html' title='Make happiness a habit. (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1430960609455527590</id><published>2010-03-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:49:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Smile Smile (:</title><content type='html'>Pull yourself together! Gather all lost strength and the broken pieces of motivation, and stand up once more. Charge towards your goal! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know if it's you or if it's just me. I've drifted a bit too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can go to church next week! (: If all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope dad has a safe trip. Nothing will happen to him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup keep smiling girl. Cry when you need to because it releases toxics and depressants. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from me, you stomach-ache-causing germs. SHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. I think I'm a bit siao liao. But thanks dear for being there for me. (: And I've got a new poem for my honey! I think she'll faint hahas. Or get flu because it's too cold. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of impractical thoughts and lie in a whole bunch of beautiful dreams! Just don't cry when it gets too beautiful. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me. Right on the forehead. (:&lt;br /&gt;'Cos only your fingers can fit perfectly into the space between my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better run. Daddy's coming back. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1430960609455527590?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1430960609455527590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1430960609455527590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1430960609455527590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1430960609455527590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-smile-smile.html' title='Smile Smile Smile (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8337891446450732712</id><published>2010-02-21T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:46:39.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was initially so sad. Thought I'd miss the chance. My dad told me never mind, there will always be chance, but I wasn't convinced. After reading the email more closely, I thought it wouldn't be very useful to me anyways, since I'm not the thinking and speaking up type of person, but I still felt that the chance would be wasted if I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so stubborn. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I decided to complain about it. Lol. Though I thought I really shouldn't. Should have drawn the line sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was glad that there may actually be a chance that I can go this tea party, although not very likely that RIJC and HCI will have it on the exact same day, nor asking the professor to change the day for the training. But at least he tried. And I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for the extra training at Bishan stadium yesterday morning. Although it's beneficial for me. Wasn't feeling very well and so didn't feel like going. Hasn't been feeling well since 2 Wednesdays ago. Really tired and worn out and stressed. I feel that I'm wasting everyone's time anyway, but He told me not to give up. I'm only wasting everyone's time if I keep being so lazy and negative. Must try to make better use of my time without compromising on my beauty sleep. I was almost late on Friday, really thank God I wasn't. I don't know how the school bell got even slower than my watch, but it mustn't have happened by chance. Therefore I must grab every likely opportunity that God has placed in front of me and make full use of it. And be more dependent on Him and not anyone else, especially not myself. I am weak but He is strong! Can't be so proud and complacent anymore. He loves me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that He has done for me, to take me so far. I'll embrace it with much love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hope you &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it! (:" &lt;br /&gt;Yes I want to. And I can if I just even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustn't&amp;nbsp;listen to&amp;nbsp;sad music. It really affects my mood a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing to mention... sorry Erin that I didn't go for Starstruck! ): Was really tired by that time though I tried staying back... Hope everything went well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can&amp;nbsp;you say. You hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;br /&gt;Cos the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay cheese tofu! Love it! (:&lt;br /&gt;But I've grown soooooo fat over the Chinese New Year period. ):&lt;br /&gt;Stop eating, you fat pig! Nationals' in about 1 month's time!! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cos I see your blue eyes every time I close mine&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8337891446450732712?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8337891446450732712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8337891446450732712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8337891446450732712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8337891446450732712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-initially-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5931627896096031759</id><published>2010-02-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:34:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH YOU WERE A STRANGER I CAN DISENGAGE</title><content type='html'>Madhu!! Get well soon!!! (: Drink lots of water and keep sleeping till you get sick of it! :D If not don't come back, even though we miss you... Take care and recover! (: LOVE YOU LOTS! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must really stay away from the computer. Cannot touch it at all. If not I won't move from my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya Friday how ah... Cannot go back XMS, cannot go eat ice-cream... What to do... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need the whole holiday to study. Can't do vectors, didn't do respiration tutorial, not very sure about econs, and need to finish whacking the whole of Smith ASAP. Can't believe I took the wrong bus today took me so long to get home. ): I'm so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou girl! Don't be deterred by the obstacles but keep fighting! (: You can do it! I have all the right plans for you so don't worry! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chim. To us we don't need any prove to believe it, because it's already so natural. But if we do find evidence, it will help other people to start to have faith too. (: Although it's like the wrong way, because we shouldn't only believe upon sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to push myself. Need a little hug as well. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just leave me hanging on. I need to make time for you, as well as myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5931627896096031759?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5931627896096031759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5931627896096031759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5931627896096031759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5931627896096031759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-you-were-stranger-i-can.html' title='I WISH YOU WERE A STRANGER I CAN DISENGAGE'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-812699092479900508</id><published>2010-02-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:32:06.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays coming! :D</title><content type='html'>Warning to everyone (esp myself): Don't eat too much! For people who are weight conscious, you'll become fat. For me, I'll become off-season and become unable to run. ): Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have the external lesson with all the smart people again! Very hard to not stress, but I guess I'll try... (Ya, I'll &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;) Haiz... Hope I can understand tomorrow's lesson and don't embarrass myself in front of everyone. This time round cannot be late. &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go away&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it &lt;br /&gt;Don't you let it pass&amp;nbsp;you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get out right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some sleep back.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't eat and sleep throughout the whole chinese new year period. Hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio? Actually I can, just unwilling to? Or is it lazy? Aiya idk la. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw bestie jiayou!! :D Lol. Sorry to say but the prospects don't look that great... We'll see. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-812699092479900508?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/812699092479900508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=812699092479900508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/812699092479900508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/812699092479900508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/holidays-coming-d.html' title='Holidays coming! :D'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-4767869750920009285</id><published>2010-02-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:55:21.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down. And the things that you're chasing will catch up with you. (:</title><content type='html'>Thank God for such great friends. Feel much better after getting it off my chest. Well sort of. And thanks a lot for Madhu's sweetness! (: I'm getting diabetes! But seriously, without all of your support and encouragement and willingness to listen, I won't make it this far today. (: Still quite confused and blur but better already. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get it off my mind, even though I know that it's not real. WHY?? So irritating... ): &lt;br /&gt;Sorry for talking so much about the topic so much all the time. You all must have been tolerating my crap for very long... ): From now on I'll try! But then I will be like super quite because my life is so empty. Since I cannot talk about homework and tutorials, I'll be super lame. Brace yourselves. Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mr Yip today, going home after playing tennis with his "friend", and only ended the game because (I think) they got&amp;nbsp;chased out by the tennis people (Hahas Yi Leen was complaining how he has been so irritating to the tennis people for snatching their court). Then after the game he just walk by himself without waiting for his "friend" la! So bad. Then I said bye to Wenman during my training, purposely ignoring him because more often than not he ignores me. Anyway I think tomorrow cannot eat pizza already la... William got PA duty and Jingwei has to rush off. Saded. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the IChO training was really scary. All the people there are damn smart. ): I just kept praying that the name selector thing won't pick my name throughout the whole lesson. Like that how to learn properly? So stressful la. But thanks to Mr Ng being so nice and everything that I got over the stress a bit. But if I keep staying here in front of the computer to destress, I'll only get more stressed. Vicious cycle. Sigh. Mr Yip was still like not stress won't improve and all. Haiz. Don't know how la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I suddenly realised that I still have to do some shopping for V day! Oh man. Can only pray for time. There will be, but I'm not sure if I can manage or use it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 顺其自然 lor. Bleh. Love you my BAOBEIs!! &amp;lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-4767869750920009285?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4767869750920009285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=4767869750920009285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4767869750920009285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4767869750920009285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/slow-down-and-things-that-youre-chasing.html' title='Slow down. And the things that you&apos;re chasing will catch up with you. (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6203490467991165711</id><published>2010-02-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:15:00.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your limits, and then ignore them.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how much God is still protecting me, eg. for my bio test today, He really helped me a lot in my revision because I only started revising last night at 11pm and slept at 2am without doing part 4 of my ICS at all. Yet today I was able to sort of answer the questions. Also, I was lucky enough not to get called to present my answer during IChO training today, because I still lack practice and really need to buck up before I can catch up with the rest. Thank God, because now I know my weaknesses more and that His strength can be proven by my weakness, and through this I'll find wisdom from Him. It's such I shame I haven't been relying on Him and communicating with Him as much these days, due to all the work piling on me and me having no time to do them, and started to have less faith in Him. Now that I'm aware of it, I don't know if I can regain that faith in Him and thus prove it by having more confidence in myself as well, but I guess I'll try. I'm very screwed up these days, and I don't know why. Need to be closer. Also need to trust more in His plan and His faith that He'll only put me somewhere because I'm more or less up to it, just like how He won't tempt us beyond what we can bear. I must not feel inferior or give myself too much stress. Really feel suffocated today. Hope tomorrow will be better. Need sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Avery Gan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so embarrassing la. I think I didn't know how to do most of the questions and Mr Yip had to help me all the time. And all the HCI and RIJC and NUSHMS and TJC people can somehow handle everything on their own. Must give myself more training. Need a little push here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Mr Ng too for talking to me and giving me so many advice. (: But I think my free calls for this month now used up already thanks to that long talk. 13 more days to go without calling with my hp. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe really. Don't know how. Feel like asking Albert Einstein how 24 hours a day was enough for him. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM broke down! :D Sorry for the randomness but I'm somewhat happy and a bit disappointed. Should celebrate. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be creative without being lame? So deep and so difficult la. Even Mr Yip said the alkaline room in NJ question was not funny. Haiz. Maybe it's just that he doesn't know how to appreciate. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how the studying session went today for Celine, Rachel, Samuel and John. Productive? I'll ask Celine tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la should stop blogging about random stuff. Need to buy NJ badge from the bookshop for my new "friend". Don't know how I'll ever fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard those unfriendly comments again. Shall ignore them and brace myself for GP tomorrow. Every time like fighting war or somthing so tense. Even she says it's like a graveyard, since we don't even dare to breathe. God give me strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super stressed and super confused. But life goes on, so just prepare myself for tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6203490467991165711?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6203490467991165711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6203490467991165711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6203490467991165711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6203490467991165711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/know-your-limits-and-then-ignore-them.html' title='Know your limits, and then ignore them.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6508742404962010945</id><published>2010-01-27T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:28:21.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He has Good, Pleasant and Perfect Plans for Me. (:</title><content type='html'>Looking forward to this Saturday! (: See what I get and I'll inform my primary school and secondary school teachers about it! I hope they will be happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having like so much &lt;strong&gt;good news &lt;/strong&gt;in the first 2 weeks of school, I think I'm a bit used to it and was looking for 1 on Monday and Tuesday. My mum said that I'm a bit proud, but I think that I should keep working hard in, for example, tests and class and stuff so that I can honour God and be very aware that He is blessing me so much by counting my blessings (though I know that there's so much blessings that I won't be able to finish counting! :D), so that on every Saturday, I can worship Him and scream for Him like mad because I know that I've been living in victory for the week! (: Luckily, I found 2 for this week: the first being the training/trial from God to behave myself by having my mum set all the curfews and rules on me, and the punishment being not allowed to have pocket money for the week and not allowed to go to church for the week. This really trains me into having the mindset of doing everything to honour God, and not for my own pleasure or anything. (: The second one is that I topped the first H3 test! :D I was like super happy at first, but then when I thought about it, it would be very embarrassing if I don't take that spot. Don't be replace, just like what one of the sermons said, and since I think I'm capable enough, with God blessing me with so much, I'm sure I can maintain that spot if I keep working hard! (: I know that may sound a bit egoistic and proud and sad, but I'll do my best in my own way to honour Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I checked out the website for IChO 2010 in Tokyo and found the schedule super nice. They've got excursion for the students almost every other day! Because anyway we will only be there to sit for 2 papers, but they gave us like 11 days to spend in Japan, so I was like from &lt;em&gt;I'm really stressed... I don't know if I can be one of the 4 who make it there in July &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;I WANNA GO!!! IT'S SO COOL! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's healthy motivation to myself. (: And really thank God for Celine and her encouragement note! :D I LOVE YOU TO DEAR!! &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curfew at 11pm every night. Even on weekends. For sleeping/lights-off. A bit stressed and not used to it but I'll try. Need more skills to prioritise my tasks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical thinking! Hope it will help me for my chem as well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I really should go. I think I'll only have time to go the GP articles and critiques on Sundays. I haven't done the one for last week so I have to do 2 this week. Note to self: Start revising for ICS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for all that He has given me this week. (: I hope I remain humble and not become proud. I want to treasure my friends around me, and not just make friends with my chemistry textbooks and biology notes! D: Take care friends don't fall sick! (: Jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give life a reason to breathe. 'Cos you're so awesome. &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6508742404962010945?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6508742404962010945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6508742404962010945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6508742404962010945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6508742404962010945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-has-good-pleasant-and-perfect-plans.html' title='He has Good, Pleasant and Perfect Plans for Me. (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-174981623792507032</id><published>2010-01-22T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:15:24.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so nervous and confused that I've logged into my blogger account 4 times in the past 1 hour to write new posts.</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't rely on my emotions. Ignore how I feel. Stop being so childish! IT'S NOT ABOUT MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lose youself in the music the moment you own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You'd better never let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You've only got one shot do not miss your chance to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my child, I only want&amp;nbsp;you to be happy. Think of it positively and don't let what the devil wants you to think influence you. If you know how he attacks you, then you can beat it. You don't have to suffer this dear. You just need to keep a cool head and focus. Know that it's not your true feelings, however much you feel like it is right now. Don't stress because I'm with you. Always. I'll never abandon you my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-174981623792507032?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/174981623792507032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=174981623792507032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/174981623792507032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/174981623792507032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-confused-that-ive-logged-into-my.html' title='I&apos;m so nervous and confused that I&apos;ve logged into my blogger account 4 times in the past 1 hour to write new posts.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1133507477365355884</id><published>2010-01-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:55:28.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT THEN AGAIN, I WISH IT ALL ENDS HERE.</title><content type='html'>I have no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings, fireflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that nice really. So&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; try it at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1133507477365355884?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1133507477365355884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1133507477365355884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1133507477365355884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1133507477365355884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-then-again-i-wish-it-all-ends-here.html' title='BUT THEN AGAIN, I WISH IT ALL ENDS HERE.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-45560647280790744</id><published>2010-01-22T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:50:59.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But really ah. Can't believe how much he cares about it. Even though it's like rare and all. It's damn scary now. &lt;em&gt;Be bold, Yiting. Don't fear. &lt;/em&gt;Ok. I'll try my best this time round so that I won't regret at the end of it. Even though my best is not enough. Thank you for so much encouragement, help and faith in me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I Really Love You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-45560647280790744?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/45560647280790744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=45560647280790744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/45560647280790744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/45560647280790744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-really-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-901828418891257027</id><published>2010-01-22T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:43:53.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take them for granted. They are given to you by God.</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be complacent with what I have. I must treasure them and really really not take them for granted. Whether it's family, friends, opportunities, mentors, I must treat them like it's really important. Because they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discouraged by how my dad objects to me going earlier to church for discipleship with Melissa tomorrow. But then I thought there will be other ways, and I don't just have to choose one of them, and I felt slightly better. Also, I sort of reminded myself by remembering how my dad remembered that I need to leave home at about 12.30 to get to church, so he made lunch ready for me at around 12. I'm really touched by how my parents care for me, worrying that I may not be able to manage and all, and I appreciate my parents even more through remembering this. Thank God for the reminder, and I'm sure there will be a way out and I don't have to worry. Because when I have faith and do as God tells me, I will surely defeat the devil. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have more faith in myself, because God has faith in me. Even those around me have faith in me: Madhu, Celine, Jocelyn, Shang Jun.... although it's probably because they've never been there. I'm a full-fletched mugger now, and got myself into more trouble and mess than ever. But I know that this is a precious chance that God gave me, for me to go through this experience and if possible, lead me to His plan for me. I'm really grateful for this chance and all the support from my friends, how Celine reminded me that I don't have to care about what others think about me as a mugger or anything. Because my friends don't mind, so if other people do, they are not my friends and so I don't have to care! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much Mr Yip is trying to help me, whether it is out of his own ego or he really thinks and hopes that I can excel. He even found a mentor for me in my physical chem part, which is like so shocking that I got a heart attack when he mentioned it. Almost as hard as the one I got when I saw him in LT1 on Wednesday. I think it's really part of God's plan that I stayed back after H3 today to ask Mr Yip a few questions, because he actually arranged his ex-student to come back to NJC and discuss with him about how he can help me with physical chem, since he was a silver medalist 1 batch back and he did H3 physics and he don't have to go for NS, yet. It's amazing how I stayed back until so late, all the way till his ex-student came, which was like past 6.30 when H3 lesson ended around 5 today and I intended to go home and rest. I thank God also that I brought 2 packets of crackers to school today, even though I wasn't hungry initially, but I made full use of them as I gave like 1 packet to Mr Yip as he was hungry. :D It's really awesome how God works, and I'm convinced to walk according to his great, pleasant and perfect plan for me. (: I also thank God that my parents came to fetch me from school today, even though they could only reach my school at about 8.30, and they haven't even eaten dinner. I'm happy that my little sister came too, and she didn't complain about being hungry or me&amp;nbsp;finishing so late. (: Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got really caught up in asking for leadership qualities that I forgot even how to be a good servant, to God and to the people around me. It's just like how I couldn't swing my arms naturally as I tried very hard to correct my arm swing. I also need to tame my tongue desperately. I haven't been speaking to a lot of people nicely, especially Mr Yip since I knew him better, and even my OG frined laughed at how I demanded Mr Ng to check his letter tray by today. But I still can't believe that he left our assignments in TC16. Oh God please let our work be still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the amazing grace. (: I'm feeling dizzy now, and has been feeling tired since H3 or even earlier. I really must rest more and not only do chem!! Jiayou Yiting! So many people rooting for you, so you can do it! Even God said that He's got great plans for me, so let me trust Him fully and rely on Him and not on myself or Mr Yip or my friends and family! No stress because if He is for me, who can be against me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU LOTS! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope nobody follows Marcus Chan's nonsense, calling me grandmistress!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-901828418891257027?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/901828418891257027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=901828418891257027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/901828418891257027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/901828418891257027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-take-them-for-granted-they-are.html' title='Don&apos;t take them for granted. They are given to you by God.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-7448852652910302796</id><published>2010-01-17T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:38:28.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't have to be cool&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be smart&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be tough&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be cute&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to know everything all the time&lt;br /&gt;Anything any time&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just wanna be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be around you&lt;br /&gt;When you're not trying to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Celine! (: I know that God will bless you very much and that He won't let you suffer in that pain for too long. Take your time to rest and even if you don't come tomorrow we'll help you catch up with anything that you may miss. (: Love you to bits my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got to catch up on facebook with the status of a few friends that I haven't been seeing for a while. I can't believe Gwen and Stuart are engaged! I was searching for this "Stuart Siew" guy whom Gwen was engaged to, and I realised that he's the one from XMChorale! What a surprise. :D Congrats for the good results and hope you'll get into NYJC and enjoy your 2 years there! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless with the GP homework. Not in the mood to do any research. Or anything related to GP. I just want to spend this nice Sunday afternoon sleeping! D: Unfortunately I have to finish up my 2 GP factsheets and on top of that, do research for the Econs project and on a few indicators. :/ Don't really feel like doing but never mind, I'll put my mind to it and finish it as soon as possible! &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MOE H3 Chem is starting tomorrow. Kept thinking that I would be sick and have a fever when he steps in, but I guess I won't be so lucky. :P Then I'll go for training after that, 1 hour behind everybody else. I thought about the issue to myself that I would rather skip the H3 lessons this year than to skip training, since I've skipped A LOT of trainings last year for orion, but I realised just recently that H3 is kind of like an official subject. Didn't see how I could have missed that part out when I thought about it since the end of last year, and now I feel a bit depressed even though I understand that trainings will be tough. I guess I'll just rely on God, since He's got everything all planned out and I'm sure that I'll manage my time this year just fine, with me being able to qualify for the finals for the Nationals this year! I'll be optimistic, because I serve the Man, and the Man has a plan. (: A great one that will prosper me no matter what, because the Father loves us so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going for Miss Eng's wedding this Saturday, partly because of church and partly because of, I can't believe I'm saying this, I don't know what to wear for the occassion, and it's not like I have any choice in my wardrobe any way. I think I'll just focus on going for service at 1.30pm and not be busy at somewhere else in the morning.. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for 30th Jan though. Although it seems really unfair, how I decide to go for something one Saturday morning but not for another event, using church as an excuse. But I really want to go for it, looking at how much time I've dedicated for the whole of last year, even thoug I'm guilty of not being hardworking throughout the whole process. It's like, THE moment for me. And I can't wait to know what I got, giving all the credit to the God that I believe in. (: I'll be happy to receive whatever He rewards me, though I've been praying for a gold medal since a few weeks before the competition, I knew that I didn't do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; great for both the theory and practical round. Therefore I thank God for even being able to make it into the practical round, so no matter what I get, it's from God and I'll treasure it. (: I'm also glad that I went for orion, which makes my work for chemistry this year much of a breeze and delight for me. (: I'm glad that most people from NJC who went for the competition got a medal, although it seems a bit unfair to me how people who joined in the beginning didn't even get a chance to compete, whereas people who came in last minute could get a reward for like 2 weeks of training. I know that it's a plan from God, but I do feel a pitty for Theresa and Anamicca still. ): I hope that this year Theresa will do well for her H3 chem! (: Shang Jun too. Never give up! You can always find Mr Yip for help, although he's a bit weird at times, but I'm sure he won't blame you for anything. (: There's only 17 of us this year so I'm sure he'll treasure everyone of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 only. That brings me to my other point. Why would he even want a test for at the start of the year? So pointless. Unless he wants to design his lessons according to the common misconceptions and weaknesses of the class. Oh well, we'll just see about what he's going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't be saying this. &lt;em&gt;Cos I ain't seeing nothing yet.&lt;/em&gt; I shall just see what&amp;nbsp;he's going to do. Any way I already know half the class. :P But then again, so does he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God also made me realise that all the good things that has already been happening to me in my first week of school didn't just happen all of a sudden, but it came like a reward for my efforts and also as challenges to keep bringing myself to a higher level. The notification for my medal for SChO didn't just come out of the blue, but beacuse I worked hard last year and went for the competition to earn it. Likewise, I won't be turning 18 just because of the day 17 February 2010, but also&amp;nbsp;because of the 364 other days that helped me grow. Therefore I must keep training myself and pushing myself, and not let myself sit in the comfort zone and be caught off-guard. Yes go forward! Keep moving and stop moving backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I should stop talking to myself and go do my GP homework. There's no reason why I can type 1000 words in half an hour but not be able to do my GP factsheets by, say, 6pm today if I start now. OK I'll try. Good luck myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't give up&lt;br /&gt;I'm working it out&lt;br /&gt;Just don't give in&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;It messed me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Need a second to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep coming around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to dread 3.30pm tomorrow. Although it will just come and go like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on &lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the wrong side of a parallel universe&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive &lt;br /&gt;Or just dead&lt;br /&gt;I've&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;stumbling in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Living in a crash world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I forgot to say this. I thought about the Subaru challenge and finally decided not to do it unless it's in the holidays. &lt;em&gt;Good choice girl. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-7448852652910302796?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7448852652910302796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=7448852652910302796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7448852652910302796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7448852652910302796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-dont-have-to-be-cool-dont-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-7297129947586454292</id><published>2010-01-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:45:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>This hould have been here a long time ago, but I'm only posting it now all because my laziness and procrastination. I wrote this for Christmas appreciation. At that time, it was merely for the sake of writing because everybody is supposed to come up with a "creative 5-minute appreciation", and I still remember finishing it up on the bus on the day of sharing, although in the end we didn't get to present what we have prepared. I was still glad, because even if I had presented, it would be useless because I know that I didn't put in as much thought and effort as I intended to. It's not well written, but as I type it out and review it again, I hope that at least it did come out from my heart and not just for show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we celebrate &lt;br /&gt;The birth of an amazing king&lt;br /&gt;Who saved us, rescued us&lt;br /&gt;So that we can be here today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my Shepherd, guiding me&lt;br /&gt;And when I am lost, finding me&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do is to ask&lt;br /&gt;Because when I ask, I know I will receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm embraced by His amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;His perfect love for me, His child&lt;br /&gt;Through&amp;nbsp;Jesus I become who I am&lt;br /&gt;Becoming more like Him each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You teach me generosity&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas is all about giving&lt;br /&gt;That giving is a priviledge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm blessed for you provide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You teach me righteousness&lt;br /&gt;How not to do the wrong&lt;br /&gt;And how to love my little sister &lt;br /&gt;Every day a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have shown me my family&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the one I know&lt;br /&gt;With different mothers but a common Father&lt;br /&gt;Here are my brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody I lay my eyes on&lt;br /&gt;Is someone whom you have died for&lt;br /&gt;Hence you teach me love and kindness&lt;br /&gt;To be forgiving and pure at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we all meet together is not by chance&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here is here because of your plan&lt;br /&gt;So let us keep loving one another&lt;br /&gt;As you, our king, has loved us so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, cell group appreciation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know each of you more&lt;br /&gt;And share with you parts of my life&lt;br /&gt;I want to put smiles on your faces&lt;br /&gt;Because that will make me happy too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful to be here&lt;br /&gt;To be a part of this family&lt;br /&gt;Warm and cozy, loving and sweet&lt;br /&gt;By my side when I need company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of you teach me so much&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday when we meet up&lt;br /&gt;This family is so easy to love&lt;br /&gt;Because it's full of adorable people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every story, bitter and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts come together, listening closely&lt;br /&gt;When we pray for each other&lt;br /&gt;Miracles will happen, and glory to our Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After typing out my whole poem that I haven't read for a few weeks, I realised how much God has blessed me and reminded me to love and pray for the people around me. I haven't been doing my Quiet Time for the entire week, but God never gives up on me. He contines to talk to me and teach me throughout the week, whether I've been paying attention to Him or not. I'm really thankful for this, and I hope that through posting this poem, I'm honouring Him because I feel that this has come out from the bottom of my heart as I went through the poem again, especially after going through the excruciating process of typing it. I want to remind myself of all His love, mercy and grace, so I hope that I will take out my poem to read whenever I feel down or drifting from God. I'm sure that as I read it again and again, God will tell me something different each time and encourage me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been chaotic and tiring for me but I feel really lucky and blessed because I find all the good things happening to me:&lt;br /&gt;Track trainings, although draining, are acting as a really good platform to not only strenthen me physically, but they also train my mental strength and keep challenging me to do better each time. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping much these days, sometimes to do my tutorials beforehand (as in before the lectures have finished on the topic), and although I've finished my probability tutorial (with many blanks) and my arenes tutorial and being thought of as a freak, I lost a lot of time&amp;nbsp;for sleeping and to spend time with God. I want a change in this and want to revert back to the time when I felt so happy communicating with Him, because I know that He hears me and that I hear Him. (:&lt;br /&gt;I also thank God for all sorts of things that happened to me this week, even though it's only the first week of school, and I've already been blessed with so much: chem rep, H3 pharmaceudical chemistry, my juniors' good O level results, my SChO 2009 results (I don't know what I'm going to get until 30 Jan), even getting Ms Sharon Phua as my GP teacher, and definitely the fact that I can hand&amp;nbsp;in my GP holiday homework only next Tuesday (:D). I really need to do the factsheets. And the Econs project. Over the weekend. Even more less sleep or me now! Hahas. But I hope that through all the things that I need to get done, I won't stay away from God again because our relationship is what really matters, and He will bless me abundantly if I am faithful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has taught me a few things this week:&lt;br /&gt;During training on Monday, I was training and felt very tired because I am quite unfit. Then I saw the girl's soccer team practising on the field. They looked happy and seemed to be enjoying their training, although I don't think it's any less tiring for them than for me. Then it struck me that I must enjoy what I'm doing, because I'm not doing it to just get a medal at the end of it all from the Nationals, but beacuse I enjoy running and training and I want to do well for my team. God wants me to be happy and not think of trainings as torture, so that I won't be finding excuses to skip trainings or miss out on track outings.&lt;br /&gt;He also taught me to fight for the things I want, that I should do something if I want the change, so that I can be the change. Results are not rewarded, but earned. And I'm going to earn the results I want for myself! (:&lt;br /&gt;Getting Ms Sharon Phua as my GP teacher also introduced self-discipline to me, to sit properly, to hand in my work on time, to be neat all the time, etc. All I need now is to put it to good news and not just put it aside. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;And just today, God told me to know what I'm fighting for, so that with a clear goal in mind, I'll be willing to roll myself&amp;nbsp;there if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;As I counted my blessings for this week, I'm really touched by the love that God has for us. And I realised that although people may find that life isn't fair, God is. You have to be there to know it, and I hope that I keep all the lessons in mind to bring myself even closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how things work these day, all the anxiety, excitement, fun, hard work in a week. As the week is ending, I hope that I'll catch up with Him and put Him first in my life. I also want to be more organised and really make use of every second of my life and not waste any on stoning! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that God told me in the shower just now is that I don't need to live 100% in every moment of my life. Using track trainings to understand this, even sprinters don't run their 100% in every training. We do about 80-90%, and rarely 100% because it will take a very long time to recover. I will be recovering longer that it's worth my 100% is I really put in every of my effort, and it will be really tiring and inefficient most of the time. Therefore, the moral of the story is, DON'T live like you're dying. 75-90% is good enough for now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all that He has told me this week, and thank God for all the friends that made my week better that it would have been without any of their support. I hope Celine will come again, although I will be quite embarrassed if she reads my poem, and I hope that Madhu will be more honest and admit her true feeling. I can always introduce, and with S&amp;amp;T I don't I need to do much work. Hahas go girl! I'll root for you! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't come back for a while, but I hope that my life will still be just as good as it has been this week, with all the homework, challenges, responsibilities and with me enjoying every bit of my life with God. (: Jiayou everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-7297129947586454292?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7297129947586454292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=7297129947586454292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7297129947586454292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7297129947586454292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5774151915595324271</id><published>2009-12-21T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:22:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh crap</title><content type='html'>So many homework, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got a lot of homework left sia. Sianzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. Life is tragic (quote Jacq).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5774151915595324271?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5774151915595324271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5774151915595324271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5774151915595324271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5774151915595324271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-crap.html' title='oh crap'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2608767520202459434</id><published>2009-12-11T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:22:21.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokio Hotel Automatic</title><content type='html'>Automatic&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;You're automatic, &lt;br /&gt;And your heart's like an engine&lt;br /&gt;I die with every beat&lt;br /&gt;You're automatic, &lt;br /&gt;And your voice is electric&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere in your letter&lt;br /&gt;A lie that makes me bleed&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic&lt;br /&gt;When you say things get better&lt;br /&gt;But they never... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic, &lt;br /&gt;Counting cars on a crossroad&lt;br /&gt;They come and go like you&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic, &lt;br /&gt;Watching faces I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Erase the face of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic&lt;br /&gt;Systematic&lt;br /&gt;So traumatic&lt;br /&gt;You're automatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each step you make&lt;br /&gt;Each breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Your heart. Your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Remote-controlled&lt;br /&gt;This life is so sick&lt;br /&gt;You're automatic to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love in you)&lt;br /&gt;(Love in you)&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep loving you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;(There's no real)&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;(Love in you)&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;(Why do I)&lt;br /&gt;Automatic&lt;br /&gt;(Keep loving you?)&lt;br /&gt;Automatic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics taken from musicsonglyircs.com&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So why do I keep loving you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2608767520202459434?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2608767520202459434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2608767520202459434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2608767520202459434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2608767520202459434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/tokio-hotel-automatic.html' title='Tokio Hotel Automatic'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3700898574670477658</id><published>2009-12-08T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:15:14.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing the drive.</title><content type='html'>Hmm I'm running out of ideas to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the blue tribe for YI camp! (: The blue tribe email was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can meet up for the cheering session on friday though... My mum just scolded me yesterday for "going out too much" and "going too far away", although I really don't see how. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Celine will get well really really soon! (: Fully recover! And that we can go out together before Jocelyn flies! And Madhu it's all right, you'll always have us around. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget problem is popping out in my life since a few months ago. Don't see why. Or how.&lt;br /&gt;And the bad news is, it's the month of Christmas! D:&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go and wash the dishes soon. My dad has started to bake recently but I don't think he will let me touch any of his ingredients or stuff. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon was kind of boring really. The whole movie was draggy, not much storyline, and the fight scenes didn't really appeal to me. They just seem pretty gross. Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;The werewolves were cute though! :3 Jacob seems to be the cutest to me because of his brown fur. Just CUTE AND FURRY!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to change into tomorrow for the talk. The coach said not to wear something that's so informal as our PE shirts, but I don't know what I can change into after a sweaty and smelling training. Shall ask Ni Jun later. Hope Hui Qin is still in Singapore and that she can come for training tomorrow for the relay training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I said I don't have much to blog about, and I just typed a whole lot of crap. Letter Bee is nice by the way, so thanks Zhe Ching! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my wallet will allow me to go out on 18 Dec for KFC outing, although I'm not very interested in Storm Warriors. I need to do as much homework as I can before YI camp! D: I'm close to finishing all my chemistry homework today I'm so proud of myself. xD But then again that's the only work that I did in the last one month plus. Oh man. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, have fun shopping with your mum tomorrow! (: I'm assuming that you can, and I'm pretty sure about that! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get off this seat now, before my mum comes and nags at me for chasing her away. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard some song and wanted to record down the lyrics, but I can't remember the lines right now, not even the name of the song or&amp;nbsp;its melody. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots and miss you! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I try to hide my face and not show you my expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3700898574670477658?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3700898574670477658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3700898574670477658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3700898574670477658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3700898574670477658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-losing-drive.html' title='I&apos;m losing the drive.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-782331125850366143</id><published>2009-12-04T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:19:07.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Friday. Ok I sound retarded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I saw everything collecting dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me hope there was somthing more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extract from The Kingdom by Bethany Dillon. (: It makes me sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it was possible for me to do something that I believe is not true so naturally. Maybe that's what&amp;nbsp;hypocritical&amp;nbsp;means to&amp;nbsp;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be less childish. In all sorts of age.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I can act my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come like a flood and saturate me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come like a wind and sweep throughout this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all we want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough right now.&lt;br /&gt;I need more.&lt;br /&gt;More strength, more power, more will, more passion, more discipline.&lt;br /&gt;More of you and less of me.&lt;br /&gt;Much less of myself. It's never about me.&lt;br /&gt;I need to contribute more to whatever conservation or discussion. D: I need to force myself to think more and not just sit around waiting for answers or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot afford to waste my time any more. Because I don't want to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a goal. I need an aim. I need a target. &lt;br /&gt;I NEED A PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from camp. Quite tired but very fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Except for the fish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they thought of putting fish into people's tucked-in shirts down their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!&amp;nbsp;Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall was fun. (: It was pretty well-planned I would say.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody who made this camp possible, who planned all the programmes, who participated. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can bathe properly and sleep properly already.&lt;br /&gt;Need to sleep early because I'm planning to train tomorrow morning. (: Got to work hard if I want to earn points for the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that also means I'll be skipping the H3 lessons for the first 3 months and train for the Nationals! (: Good and bad. Thant's why need to study hard this holiday. Wait next year cannot catch up then I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. Jacq and her Little Jamie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad at Taboo by the way. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatness is earned. It's never rewarded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard! And give up on a lot more TV, FB and stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victory will come! (: And we will be glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Melissa and Celine! (: And hi to Zizhao too! :D Hope you're doing fine! Actually I don't even know which part of the world you're in right now, so if you see this, please tell me ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best on Sunday! (: I pray for good weather and for all the participants not to fall sick. Anyways I think it was weird for you and embarrassing for me, making a mistake in the date. Oh well. Let me just act like nothing happened and smile. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos you're all I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-782331125850366143?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/782331125850366143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=782331125850366143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/782331125850366143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/782331125850366143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-is-friday-ok-i-sound-retarded.html' title='Today is Friday. Ok I sound retarded.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6662326968553614284</id><published>2009-12-01T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:53:43.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you're with me, I will not fear.</title><content type='html'>Don't ever give up on hope. Believe in miracles. Don't just sit there and wait for one to happen, but work hard towards it.&lt;br /&gt;And do not lie. Do not give excuses. Don't lie to yourself. Keep yourself in the light of truth, and the truth shall set you free.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, because He will never forsake us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged, but have faith to witness the extraordinary. Do the&amp;nbsp;natural and He'll do the super! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have a lot of faith, so I thought I'd write it down. (:&lt;br /&gt;Be encouraged! Never stop believing or working hard. Choose to trust and stay alert to avoid lies and deceptions. Even though we live in those everyday in our own comfortable lives, there are other plans for us and we must fight our battle and live victoriously everyday! Train ourselves to be tough, and not&amp;nbsp;remain defeated. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half my holiday has gone past, and I have to say that I haven't done much. The rest of the month will be even more busy for me, so I've got to work harder and push yself to make time and not be lazy! Work hard so that I can go get what I want! At least at the end of the day, I will know that I have put up a good fight for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I have yet to go out with my meimei and my jc clique... Will do it soon! &lt;br /&gt;And I miss Celine and Melissa... Can't believe that they're already gone for 6 days... I've only realised how much I miss them yesterday. And they'll be coming home soon, save and sound and victorious! :D They must have grown a lot more than they can anywhere else. (: I'll be waiting for your return! (Though I'm sorry say that I've got track camp and I can't come to fetch you on Thursday...)&lt;br /&gt;And 'A' levels' finally over! Just yesterday. Bet Madhu and Jocelyn will be busy for these few days...for Panda and ZH. :P It's okay I'll try not to be jealous. But make time for me when Celine gets back ya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2012 again today, this time with my primary school friends. Clara got retained so she's going to poly next year, and Marilyn is still waiting for a job without interviews and resumes. Clara wants to watch it again because the effects are great, and Marilyn is sort of frightened by the dramatic scenes. :P And my mum asked me to bring my sister for a movie the next time I go for one. Hope we'll get to watch a good movie together! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be hospitable, if I can put aside my bad habits and be a bit more loving, generous, etc. Well if I want to be nice, I need to renovate my own mind yah. Believe in what's good and hate what is evil. Bring love with me wherever I go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now I just need to stop thinking about whatever my mind is bringing me to. Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;JUST LET GO. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6662326968553614284?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6662326968553614284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6662326968553614284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6662326968553614284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6662326968553614284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-youre-with-me-i-will-not-fear.html' title='Because you&apos;re with me, I will not fear.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6343276240209358057</id><published>2009-11-27T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:45:11.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>Mmm,&amp;nbsp;everything is finally over. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still left with a reflection to complete. And lots of holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So used to the busy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;So used to going back to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;So used to seeing my friends everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everything is sucked out and thrown away. That's what my school holiday is doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have so much free time at hand I don't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;Don't have a routine life anymore. No more timetables to follow. I can go at my own pace, just make sure I finish everything before the next year. &lt;br /&gt;I want to write myself a timetable or a to-do list, but I know that it won't work because I won't follow it. From past experience.&lt;br /&gt;I'm setting a lot of things to do for myself, I don't even know how I'm going to finish everything. Hopefully, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not used to this. Although it's not the first time I'm having a school holiday.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh never mind. Next year I'll be able to see everybody every single day again, yeah? (: I'll just have to wait for another 1 month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so lost in my holiday... OUTING! xD&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what I need.&lt;br /&gt;Hopfully it will cure everything. Including my schizophrenic personality.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I really miss everyone! :3 See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the worst&lt;br /&gt;Before we met&lt;br /&gt;Before our hearts decide it's time to love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before too late&lt;br /&gt;Before too long&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to take it back before it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I must remind myself to tell Mr Lim Boon Ping when my result comes out.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he still remembers me and will be happy to hear about my result! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll just have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;For everything to fall in place.&lt;br /&gt;For my memory to get worse than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe for me too finish my reflection. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my false sense of security will go away. Because it's NOT working at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to the MT people! (: Waiting for your victorious return and amazing stories!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you're not treating me lunch, we're better off strangers. Hmph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm laughing out loud because it's not&amp;nbsp; funny at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6343276240209358057?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6343276240209358057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6343276240209358057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6343276240209358057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6343276240209358057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-9200431536441247521</id><published>2009-11-24T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:09:18.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really shouldn't be Facebooking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Or else it will be the end of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I really must make use of my chance fully. &lt;br /&gt;Or else the whole world is going to hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-9200431536441247521?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9200431536441247521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=9200431536441247521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9200431536441247521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9200431536441247521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-really-shouldnt-be-facebooking.html' title='I really shouldn&apos;t be Facebooking.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-360649944321525869</id><published>2009-11-24T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:21:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE</title><content type='html'>I'm super happy!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those who has helped me and supported me in one way or another. (: Thanks Mr Yip for the guidance and great patiemce. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the team, fret not. This is not a death sentence to your SChO life. Mr Yip says that there's still chance that you guys can get silver, so keep believing! (: For now, just keep the matter out of your mind and enjoy your holidays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou for SAT Zhuoyun! (: You can surely do it! I believe in your potential! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to sleep now. Later today, tomorrow and on the day itself still have to study and cram practical stuff into my brain. All the best to me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people: Madhu honey, Jocelyn love, Celine dear, Zhuoyun, Jing Wei, William, Marcus, Puay Weng darlin, Yi Long bestie, Avery, Shang Jun, Wang Han, Mum, Dad, Sister, Mr Yip. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Title: (Chemistry Olympiad) Practical round on Thursday 26th Nov &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Body: Congratulations to the following students:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hao Renjie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Zhu Yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Zhang Kejia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Wang Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You need to look for me in college at 10.30am on Thursday to get your lab coats and safety googles before we set off for NUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You are allowed to wear casual attire, just take note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Long pants (even for girls) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Covered shoes (for safety reasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-360649944321525869?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/360649944321525869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=360649944321525869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/360649944321525869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/360649944321525869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-smile-on-my-face.html' title='A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-719757035441312650</id><published>2009-11-22T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:02:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to let go. I'm trying to let go, I'm trying to let go, I'm...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm going through a break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-719757035441312650?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/719757035441312650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=719757035441312650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/719757035441312650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/719757035441312650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-trying-to-let-go-im-trying-to-let-go.html' title='I&apos;m trying to let go. I&apos;m trying to let go, I&apos;m trying to let go, I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8733740863253199827</id><published>2009-11-21T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:30:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation VS Evolution</title><content type='html'>IDK what to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems ok but it's quite messy in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I don't know but don't know what I know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the result is still not out yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's like torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I really should call up Mr Yip.&lt;br /&gt;His links don't work and the videos are in bad quality/resolution can't really see clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. IDK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8733740863253199827?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8733740863253199827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8733740863253199827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8733740863253199827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8733740863253199827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/creation-vs-evolution.html' title='Creation VS Evolution'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-7231131387809960254</id><published>2009-11-21T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:19:54.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz</title><content type='html'>剪不断，理还乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-7231131387809960254?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7231131387809960254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=7231131387809960254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7231131387809960254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7231131387809960254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiz.html' title='Haiz'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8223378194134090721</id><published>2009-11-20T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:31:34.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>I guess it's not going to come today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. I feel much better now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you. So I will beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8223378194134090721?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8223378194134090721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8223378194134090721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8223378194134090721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8223378194134090721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_20.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3139275250021000566</id><published>2009-11-20T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:41:39.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthing as promised. TADA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disliking History Says You Are Unpredictable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourleastfavoriteschoolsubjectsayaboutyouquiz/history.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, unusual, and challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, history is too irrelevant and set in stone. You rather look toward the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to commit to anything. You're a dynamic person who is always growing and changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very interested in new ideas and technology. You like to keep up with the latest trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourleastfavoriteschoolsubjectsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Least Favorite School Subject Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chocolat Orange Pocky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/chocolat-orange-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: funky and flavorful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rich and deep - yet zingy and zesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People consider you to be the perfect partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're wacky enough to keep people on their toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mostly Secure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaninsecuregirlquiz/insecure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel confident and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wrong thing can happen, and all of a sudden, you're not feeling so secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, your insecurities don't last long... at least, not usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you're feeling insecure, try to snap out of it - and remember the confident woman you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouaninsecuregirlquiz/"&gt;Are You An Insecure Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Genial and Polite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecitywalkpersonalitytest/city.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are thoughtful and contemplative. You enjoy spending time alone with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are generally confident and friendly with strangers. You are well mannered and sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Money is fairly important to you. You aren't super greedy, but you enjoy spending money on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You tend to seek comfort, coziness, and stability in your life. For you, feeling at home is the best feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thecitywalkpersonalitytest/"&gt;The City Walk Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Work is Hard. Time for Blogthings!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cute!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoucuteorsexyquiz/cute.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you are much more attractive than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't try too hard, and that's one of the cutest things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a vibrant glow about you, and people are drawn to your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not perfect, thank goodness. Your flaws are part of what's lovable about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoucuteorsexyquiz/"&gt;Are You Cute or Sexy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Take a Quiz. Annoy Your Friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Rudolph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/rudolph.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and shy, you tend to be happiest when you're making someone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: You sometimes stick that nose where it doesn't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: Christmas would be a sad affair without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Free Quizzes for Everyone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hands Say That You Are Logical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;The First Rule of Blogthings Is: You Don't Talk About Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Yellow Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolortrafficlightareyouquiz/yellowlight.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take life at a sustainable past. Fast enough to do a lot, but not fast enough to leave everyone behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open to whatever may come your way in life. You're very receptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite thoughtful and knowledgeable. You have the perfect mix of reflection and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think before you act. You like to know some of the facts before you make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolortrafficlightareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Traffic Light Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Werewolf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/werewolf.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unpredictable, moody, and downright freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem sweet and harmless, until you snap. Then you're a total monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few people can predict if you're going to be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for you, all your transformations seem perfectly natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest power: Your ability to tap into nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest weakness: Lack of self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play well with: Vampires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Monster Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Discover the Parts of Your Personality that Have Been Hiding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Discount Shopper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofshopperareyouquiz/discount.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to get things as cheaply as possible. You live for sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's partially because you like to save money, but it's also because you like the thrill of finding a fabulous deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the types, you tend to shop frequently but rarely by. You keep an eye on prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand names are not that important to you. You know how to have style without collecting designer tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofshopperareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shopper Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: A Fine Line Between Insight and Stupidity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/girlish.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Waste Time at Work!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are "How Are You?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgreetingareyouquiz/how-are-you.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask someone what's going on in her life, you truly want to know. You are very genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a compassionate and empathetic person. You want the best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is an open book, and you appreciate it when other people are open with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once someone is your friend, she'll be a friend for life. You value friendship that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatgreetingareyouquiz/"&gt;What Greeting Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Cheaper Than a Therapist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Doer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouadreameroradoerquiz/doer.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are primarily concerned with what is actual. You tend to be a practical person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to stay busy, and you are always immersed in projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with your senses, and you enjoy indulging them. You're likely a crafter of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave different sensations in life, whether it's working with your hands, playing sports, or eating your favorite meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouadreameroradoerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Dreamer or a Doer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Cheaper Than a Therapist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Log Ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/logride.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to live a fairly calm, relaxed life... with a few surprises thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't tend to get yourself worked up easily. You can roll with what life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you are steady and solid. You maintain a pretty broad perspective on what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say you can't get swept away. You're emotions run as deep as anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life seems like it has been remarkably easy so far. But that's due to how you manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never stretch yourself too thinly, and you think out your decisions carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the time to enjoy each day is important to you, and you don't let your emotions rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay the course and do what's right... knowing it will all work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are tolerant and understanding of other people's quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take "go with the flow" to the extreme. Even if you don't like where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you repress your feelings and end up being a little tightly wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have some explosive emotions that occasionally come to the surface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/"&gt;What Carnival Ride Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We're Not Shrinks, But We Play Them On the Internet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Green Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorchristmaslightsareyouquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your holidays are a time of rest and solace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take time to reflect on the year that's passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also enjoy connecting with friends and family you've lost touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are your opportunity to remember what's important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorchristmaslightsareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Christmas Lights Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Our Quizzes Weren't Written By Bored 12 Year Olds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatprimarycolorareyouquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a philosophical and often inspired person. You are the master of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open to many points of view. You believe that it's important to communicate and not judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a worldly perspective, and you're always looking to broaden it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true people person, but you also value your solitude and personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatprimarycolorareyouquiz/"&gt;What Primary Color Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Work is Hard. Time for Blogthings!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Loafers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/loafers.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, powerful, and successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard working and business like, you always dress and act appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are consistent and a bit conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't really susceptible to trends, although you always dress well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you tend to be formal, you know how to adapt to your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are professional at work... but more laid back when your with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should live: In a huge city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should work: In a competitive field where you can rise to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We're Not Shrinks, But We Play Them On the Internet&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/2123644868479987178-3139275250021000566?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3139275250021000566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3139275250021000566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3139275250021000566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3139275250021000566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/disliking-history-says-you-are.html' title='Blogthing as promised. TADA!'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5328956279512104550</id><published>2009-11-20T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:04:37.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting. And still scared.</title><content type='html'>I even went to check last year's posts and results. It also came out at about the same time. &lt;br /&gt;Theory on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Silver-or-not (qualification into practical round) result out on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Practical round on the next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Final results are out on Boxing Day, a late Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous. Anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be scared. I've alread told a few time, if I can get into the next round, thank God. If not, I think I've done pretty well enough for a bronze so I don't need to get upset. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my mind doesn't seem to be listening to this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do something to distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need to know the result, although I may not be in for the next round. But at least like that I can finally 死心. I can rest my mind and put all my negative emotions to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yip, faster leh...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go Blogthings&amp;nbsp;and do quizzes to distract myself. Yup that's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon. Hope the result that I post will be a positive one. It's either I'm in, or I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think positive. Ya let's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;My heart needs to be soothed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5328956279512104550?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5328956279512104550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5328956279512104550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5328956279512104550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5328956279512104550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-waiting-and-still-scared.html' title='Still waiting. And still scared.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-4375507038530570621</id><published>2009-11-20T11:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:45:10.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SCARED. BOOHOO. :'(</title><content type='html'>I want to forget but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel scared but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel suffocated but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something to distract myself but nothing is working.&lt;br /&gt;I want to save myself but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop listening to emo songs but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop lazing aroung and do some work but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cheer myself up with happy songs but it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the result but it's not coming out. &lt;br /&gt;I want to cry but tears won't flow out.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell myself that this feeling is not real but my heart won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love with this but my mind can't take control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Girl Who Can't Break Up, The Boy Who Can't Leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, the end of the world is nowhere near.&lt;br /&gt;At least it won't happen like what how the movie portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;All of us are given a promise, that the world won't experience a flood that will wipe out mankind again.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in this promise.&lt;br /&gt;I have faith.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the scientists are not building any ark right now, right?&lt;br /&gt;I find everything so much like bullshit. Because nothing is happening like what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There ain't no part time love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's possible, my heart will break right this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Or it would have been broken a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;From all this pressure, all the sorrow and all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Which washed all the happiness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can choose to be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I can choose to stay happy and blissful.&lt;br /&gt;I can choose to smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I'm typing bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah Mr Hussain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug, a shoulder to lean on, a flower to talk to,&amp;nbsp;a rock to crash this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a heart to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm like that these days. I'm simply too scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to ask Celine for her prayer request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recommend a happy song. Fill my heart with peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask the damn thing to come out. It's torturing me like crazy. I'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't want to watch 2012 for 4 times. But it's probably not up to me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to watch somthing heartwarming, touching, something with a happy ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-4375507038530570621?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4375507038530570621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=4375507038530570621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4375507038530570621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4375507038530570621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='I AM SCARED. BOOHOO. :&apos;('/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-287177343683120706</id><published>2009-11-19T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:38:15.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, my friends!</title><content type='html'>Go away! D:&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Tollen,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Fehling, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Henderson,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Beer Lambert,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Faraday,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Planck,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Williamson,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Clemmenson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Friedel-Crafts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Wolf-Kishner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"&gt;Newman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;enantiomers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;Crystal-Field theory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;Boyle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Charles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;alpha, beta, gamma, delta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Arrhenius,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Benedict,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;2,4-DNPH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;MYHZ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and all their friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo, shoo! Get out of my head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sadly,) SEE YOU NEXT YEAR! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-287177343683120706?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/287177343683120706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=287177343683120706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/287177343683120706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/287177343683120706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-my-friends.html' title='Goodbye, my friends!'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2941150959651474065</id><published>2009-11-19T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:27:31.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Humanity. The good and the ugly. The bad and the worse. The unfairness of life. Understanding and being unheard. Friendship. Love. Fate. Hope and the hopeless. Money makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of ugly truths are reflected. Dramatic scenes. How lucky the main character is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the part where the lady called Tomorrow had to die (I think that's her name in the movie). AND the part where her underground boyfriend (the really cute pilot) sacrificed himself. I didn't think much yesterday, but now that I think about it, maybe he died willingly for her. He took that risk for her. &lt;br /&gt;At least the rich fat man died. Even though he saved his sons. Sorry. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of scenes that made my&amp;nbsp; heart beat fast. Like the buildings collapsing and the ground breaking and stuff. My friend calls it a typical Hollywood movie. But the effects were great. (: The atmosphere was there. You can feel everyone holding their breaths! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for the great time I was able to have yesterday! :D Although you had to miss astronomy. ): But it was wonderful and I haven't went shopping or watched a movie in the cinema for very long. Thank you for the time we spent together. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll probably get to know who's in and who's not. Mr Yip has already put up the link of videos of chem prac on KM, waiting to be discovered. It's quite scary, now that I think about it. I was dying for tomorrow to come since after the paper on tuesday, but then again, now I don't want it to come so soon. My heart is in a mess. I just hope that at least I go to the second round and have a feel of what it is. :x At least I won't feel left out if the rest of the team&amp;nbsp;is going together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have any holiday plans at all last week, and suddenly it seems pretty full! :D The outside world, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting random here, jumping from one topic to another. But my mind is all mixed up right now. I can't think straight at this point of time. Don't know if it's from the lack of sleep or the lack of brain exercise. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hope somehow we can be strangers. That I didn't make that decision. That I wasn't so stupid as to trap myself for no reason. But then I would have missed the chance of meeting the rest, so I don't really know how I should feel right now. I'm one confused person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be governed by your emotions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, everything has happened HAS happened. There's nothing I can do to undo everything, every choice and decision I make, at every cross road or junction I come across. Just appreciate the best that I have now, which is like such a generous gift to me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks fot the memories then. Since I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be so easily controlled by my feelings, which I know are not real anyway, but I just can't find the way out. It must have been TV dramas. It must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know! I don't know anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the messy thoughts reflected above. I'm just one confused girl, so please forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm talking about myself. It must be nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of yesterweek: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the questions I set, I find from Googles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop fooling yourself, Yiting. :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2941150959651474065?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2941150959651474065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2941150959651474065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2941150959651474065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2941150959651474065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-9050684194609655492</id><published>2009-11-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:47:03.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALL OVER.</title><content type='html'>Thank God. For walking with me all this while. For being with me and supporting me. I'll trust God to do the rest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thank God that it's over man. After all the anxiety and shivering in my bed and hearing about Marcus Chan's want-to-puke, all I want now is to hit the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Bugis to shop with Zhuoyun tmr! (: Unexpected things have been happening lately. This, and Celina asking me to study together. I checked my message a few times to make sure that it's Celina with an "a" and not Celine with an "e". Never in my wildest dream would I think of that. It's really by God's amazing work and care for me to place these people and events in my life. You're probably already tired of hearing this, but still, I want to thank God for staying close in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing thing is that Madhu can keep her 4 H2!! It's super amazing and awesome I tell you! Super happy for her and over the fact that we can have all our lessons and breaks together again! :D Except for GP which I will probably end up in GP class which I know nobody at all again. Oh well, I'm sure wherever I go, God will place awesome people by my side. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some&amp;nbsp;photos for today! I felt really great after the paper, although it was a bit too easy for me to get the piece of metal that I want. Never mind I'll trust God and leave everything to His hands and His plans. (: Sorry for the poor resolution. It's taken using my phone and Zi Xian's phone. Not everyone is here though. Kejia and Renjie and Wen Cong&amp;nbsp;and the 2 vietamese scholars went of already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwK_-zN2bZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7RQ9q3Gj4OY/s320/DSC01353.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting to you the NJC SChO team! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwLCskLZjUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-MoFBVOx8Ok/s1600/DSC00013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwLCskLZjUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-MoFBVOx8Ok/s320/DSC00013.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fun shot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwLBoSkuBiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eRh2ugXPaJE/s1600/DSC01356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwLBoSkuBiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eRh2ugXPaJE/s320/DSC01356.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zhuoyun and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwLCbpeaNrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/81xbWRRtTmI/s1600/DSC01357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwLCbpeaNrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/81xbWRRtTmI/s320/DSC01357.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Yip. He insisted on the matching thing (Madhu knows :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. One year has gone past and it's finally over. No more training even if we get into the practical round next Thursday. But I'll always remember the good and bad times we spent together! (: &lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that I sent that message yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'm needed at NUS on 26 Nov! Best of luck people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Esther meimei don't worry about work. It always starts out tough, but I'm sure the situation will improve with time and with you trying harder! Go my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to my baobeis that I can last till today. A big hug to Jocelyn love, Celine dear and Madhu honey! (:&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling Yiting! (: And jiayou for track on Thursday. Then Shop for Clara's present on Friday. But I don't really know if 2012 will still be showing on 1 Dec leh. I'll try to make myself free. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-9050684194609655492?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9050684194609655492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=9050684194609655492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9050684194609655492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/9050684194609655492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-over.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL OVER.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SwK_-zN2bZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7RQ9q3Gj4OY/s72-c/DSC01353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6897536239871226833</id><published>2009-11-16T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:29:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>We've got about 86,400 seconds till our BIG day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go everybody. NJC jiayou! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6897536239871226833?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6897536239871226833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6897536239871226833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6897536239871226833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6897536239871226833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow.html' title='TOMORROW'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-4094613811783757160</id><published>2009-11-14T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:07:38.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're better off strangers.</title><content type='html'>Today's service was great! :D My biggest take away is to learn how to trust. Even trusting myself is an act and belief that I trust God. So ya trust yourself too Yiting! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must learn to shut my mouth. Why can't I take defeats and failures? Just admit that you are wrong or just let it be! Stop arguing. HATE IT WHEN I DO THAT. Just kick the habit! &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad that I've came to know God. Even though the difference may not be BIG, and even though I'm still sinning, I can feel a change in my path, my lifestyle, my decisions and maybe even some of my beliefs. And God is encouraging me to have more faith instead of scolding me for the little faith that I've had for the past few days (no excuse Yiting). Just talk about simple things: me catching the bus and arriving in school in time this morning, catching the bus back home as I chased it while it's sort of stuck in the long traffic jam, and waking up in time to alight at my stop and not sleep all the way to the Yishun Interchange. When I was chasing the bus after cell group, I thought that the bus might have drove off as it had driven to the bus stop for quite some time and I can't really see the bus and the bus stop, although I prayed to God that I can catch this bus home. But some part of me rebuted and told me that I cannot have such little faith and to trust in the Lord, so I believed that I will be able to catch the bus. Finally, with some running, I got&amp;nbsp;to the bus stop and the bus was still there, stuck in the jam! And some how the bus driver saw me and he opened the front door before I could signal to him that I want to board the bus. When I boarded the bus, I thanked him and saw him already smiling at me, so I thought it was quite amazing as in it's as if he knows I want to board this bus since just now. And I reflected on my faith and I realised that I must be able to believe in God, from the small things that He has showed me to have faith in. If I can't even start with having faith in&amp;nbsp;small things, how can I expect&amp;nbsp;Him to perform BIG miracles for me? And of course thanks a lot for all the love,&amp;nbsp;care and support from Passionates! &amp;lt;3 You&amp;nbsp;guys are&amp;nbsp;AWESOME! :3 Jiayou Melissa for your exams next week!&amp;nbsp;I'm sure you can do it, be it having faith or doing well for your papers. God knows what He's doing. (: And I'm glad to have known Him. Although it's all part of His plan. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was great. (: Things are going well, by the look of it. Yiting you must also jiayou okay? Gold medal for SChO! (Stop saying that it's not possible. I'm already promised with a miracle. (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all the people that He planted in my life, be it to help me or to help them. Everyone appears for a reason, and I don't need a reason to be nice to anybody. You can do it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I think that my life would have been much better if I've never met you or known you personally. It's even worse than saying hi to my hi-bye friends and stuff. This sucks because I don't understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I shall ask God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're still better off strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, see how it goes. Since We can't really ignore each other, like, look in each other's eyes for 3 seconds, and just turn away without even acknowledging each other, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-4094613811783757160?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4094613811783757160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=4094613811783757160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4094613811783757160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4094613811783757160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-better-off-strangers.html' title='We&apos;re better off strangers.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8540041886960724847</id><published>2009-11-13T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:28:30.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDEFINED IS MY IDENTITY</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I still love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8540041886960724847?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8540041886960724847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8540041886960724847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8540041886960724847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8540041886960724847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/undefined-is-my-identity.html' title='UNDEFINED IS MY IDENTITY'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5824320905978880495</id><published>2009-11-13T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:31:47.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Zhuoyun for the food ytd! (:&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT! &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really thanks alot for showing me kindness and generosity. Why is it so hard for me to show them to my own friends sometime?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God for helping with the allergy. I'm ashamed of the little faith I portray. Help me to build up my faith! Now that I know that bad things are occurring because good things are happpening and the devil doesn't want to see that happen. Therefore it is actually a good sign that these things are happening. (: I know my understanding of the whole issue is actually very shallow, but keep my faith there, okay? Don't stop believing! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the mission trip preparations go well, and that Celine can sell ALL her cookies! Look forward to it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Zhuoyun for being the future star of Singapore! (Or maybe she wants to go back to develop her talents :D) For all the good things that she has done, I'm sure God will protect her all the way and lead her to success! (: Go girl! She's really multi-talented I tell you. She did SMO, filmed, going for SChO next tuesday, chose to do NTU H3 physics (semi-conductor), idk what else she can do! Her life is great! (: All the best to the Chemistry Olympians (as Mr Yip likes to call) for next Tuesday! (: Hopefully this time we break the record of NJC for SChO! &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I should get going. Study study! Do it now and not regret later. My motto: I am, therefore I can. Madhu say's it's cool so yeah~ :D And I came up with it myself! Cool right? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I can do, it will be through the power and mercy of Him. So jiayou! Put in MY best so that He's efforts are not wasted. HE'S FIGHTING FOR ME! (thanks Mel for telling me that (: and thank God for telling me that through Mel, sending her by my side when I needed it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Yiting. ILY. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5824320905978880495?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5824320905978880495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5824320905978880495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5824320905978880495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5824320905978880495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-zhuoyun-for-food-ytd-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2270464982491295897</id><published>2009-11-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:58:32.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY THE THIRTEETH</title><content type='html'>I guess they don't call it for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because on this day, a girl happened to be chasing her bus to school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she fell down. And in a very unglam way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her butt still hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2270464982491295897?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2270464982491295897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2270464982491295897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2270464982491295897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2270464982491295897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-thirteeth.html' title='FRIDAY THE THIRTEETH'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6524621990967772020</id><published>2009-11-11T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:51:29.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>Jingwei: I'm not staying overnight (for the camp). Nobody is staying back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Yip: Why? You really think I'm a paedophile ah?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Zhe Ching, I promise I'll go to the journal skin website you introduced to me. After 17 Nov.&lt;br /&gt;See, everything revolves around 17 Nov. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6524621990967772020?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6524621990967772020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6524621990967772020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6524621990967772020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6524621990967772020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-376434384210235681</id><published>2009-11-10T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:51:29.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Line</title><content type='html'>Have to know where to draw the line, so that I won't cross over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be conscious of what to do and what not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where exactly to draw the line? And what is the line that I need to draw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, idk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-376434384210235681?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/376434384210235681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=376434384210235681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/376434384210235681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/376434384210235681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/line.html' title='The Line'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-4279554272956490354</id><published>2009-11-10T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:55:30.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Shall Stay Stagnant</title><content type='html'>Till 17 November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, everything evolves around 17Nov. &lt;br /&gt;My track training, which I only intend to resume after 17 Nov.&lt;br /&gt;KFC outing, which I told Suven to push it after 17Nov when she asked if I'm free this week.&lt;br /&gt;Class outing and PW outing, which I cannot go because of training for 17Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I tell myself not to blog till 17Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go crazy about this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I actually like Wen Man's idea of a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;So envious.&lt;br /&gt;Even though everything is solved, it wasn't done with me around.&lt;br /&gt;I was either sleeping or at school.&lt;br /&gt;So now it feels really empty and strange. Like nothing just happened.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the screaming directed to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember that stare from her eyes. Wasn't really scared but more of surprised.&lt;br /&gt;And sad. That the stare is for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I don't know what's going on. I don't even think she knows what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;I think it doesn't matter to her. She just need somebody to stare at after being angered and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, Yiting. It's a virtue and it's holy and righteous to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this keyboard now. So hard to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod Nano...&lt;br /&gt;Really don't have time to work. If I want to catch up in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I shall see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my rabbit went to cut bangs. :D Can't wait to see her new hairstyle! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selene is the Greek goddess of moon. Get a life la. Although I know that's just what you like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya hasn't messaged my bestie to ask about his OP. &lt;br /&gt;And his secret! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And need to hear something big from Suven.&lt;br /&gt;And tell her something big and outdated from my side as well.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about information exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is creating a blog! (: Maybe I should change my perspective, because the minute I saw that I was like "What does she need a blog for?" But I shouldn't think that way. Instead, I should give her suppport like "Wow! You're creating a blog?" and ask if she needs help. Remember not&amp;nbsp;to sound sarcastic, Yiting. I think she's also scared to let me know that she has a blog. That's why she don't dare to come in and use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less fierce. More love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool man. I just came up with this on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap I'm becoming like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is watching Teen Titans! (: Really want to join her to watch but I've got work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 15 minutes can't hurt right? HEHEHEh.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I always don't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love LC's blog. IT'S JUST SO FUNNY AND LAME! He can talk about Panasonic the brand being a good name, and Sonic the hedgehog working for Panasonic. Damn cute. Must go visit the link from the right of my blog. The one that says leonard. Do check out! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't really blog. Shall persuade him to blog the next time I see him online. I'll be his #1 follower! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles are aching all over. Arms, stomach, butt. The stomach one is the worst because it hurts when&amp;nbsp;I sneeze. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&amp;nbsp;Time to stay away from the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-4279554272956490354?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4279554272956490354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=4279554272956490354' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4279554272956490354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/4279554272956490354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-blog-shall-stay-stagnant.html' title='My Blog Shall Stay Stagnant'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8100225335297381483</id><published>2009-11-10T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:08:01.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Okay. My "a little while" proves to be a bit too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this goes on, I'll have to ban myself from using the computer. That means no blogging as well! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take control. Go Yiting you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope my sister will be fine tmr morning. She won't feel fainty or anything because she skipped dinner. Hope her relationship with mum and dad will be repaired. ):&lt;br /&gt;Just play the stupid piano, damn it. I know it's hard and I'm in no position to say this, but please just do it. Don't do things that you'll regret. It'll break my heart as well. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming like Mr Yip. Got to stop being influenced! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your OP tmr bestie! (: After that PW will be all over!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tmr man bestie. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I must treasure my time as well. Ad my health. They are God-given! Must make full use of my time and please do get enough sleep everyone, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I set my alarm clock at the wrong time AGAIN. Urgh. I need to change my sense of time. I need a make-over. A renovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap. The more you talk like that, the less likely you're going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, above is my subconscious potrayal of my schizofrenia. Celine, Madhu and Jocelyn should be familiar with that. YES I TALK TO MYSELF IN MY HEAD. And sometimes even in real-life when no one is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I ponder on this issue. Like whether it is really me talking to myself or it's God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No can't be. The other ME always scolds me stupid for doing things wrongly. It can't be God, He's not like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the other ME stop scolding myself and saying negative things about me. Even though I already know that that other ME loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting confused? Not to worry. I'm confused typing that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya bestie, you know what to do tmr eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. I'm evil.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. It's already tmr! I mean today!! :O&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop cconfusing myself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still subconsciously acting as if I still have my OP sticker on my shirt. Although it's now somewhere in my bag since like 2pm. Idk why. Should paste my sticker in my sticker album soon to stop this paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming angry girl: GO BATHE ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best Celine&amp;nbsp;for the skit! (: Just rmb: Don't smile when you're not supposed to. Love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that screaming angry girl is the other ME. HAHAHAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8100225335297381483?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8100225335297381483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8100225335297381483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8100225335297381483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8100225335297381483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-almost-tomorrow.html' title='It&apos;s almost tomorrow.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2304595913396702172</id><published>2009-11-09T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:44:20.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now, I just want to recieve a flower.</title><content type='html'>Just one would be enough. And maybe a shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you boarded&amp;nbsp;bus 852 towards Yishun Interchange, at around 1905hr at the bus stop after MacRitchie Reservoir, you'd probably see a crazy girl smiling to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe she's not that crazy, but she's crazily in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is thanks to a meaningful conversation with Jingwei, which was in every way awkward.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about promos and H3 and olympiad, and I was saying that I hope that he can get into external H3 after he get his gold medal at SChO to appeal for a placing in external H3. And I was saying that I'll probably be super happy to even get a honourable mention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he alighted at the MacRitchie stop, I realised I can't expect this from me. With all the support from my friends, family and teacher (not so much from the teacher though), I just can't bear to let all of them down. AND to let myself down after going for the training for so long. I asked God to give me the power to last through the remaining days and study as much as I can to get the gold medal I asked from Him. Although He says that it's alright and He'll love me regardless of my achievements, or the lack of it, I'm still determined to work much harder than what I'm doing right now. Yes Yiting, go for it. I prayed that I cannot be satisfied with a honourable mention instead of a gold, and I prayed for His power to last me through. And I prayed really really hard that I can go to the practical round, even though it falls on my KFC outing day (I can't believe Alvin quitted!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I felt His warm hug around me.&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I became like so happy and kept smiling on the bus! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN BLISS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm in love with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful gift to know Him. Thank God for sending Celine to my side to help me to know ye. (:&lt;br /&gt;She's like my angel! And my deer/rabbit (HEHEHEh).&lt;br /&gt;And of course, thank God for all the wonderful and supportive friends I have around me, even&amp;nbsp;my loving family that I didn't realise and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll try to do the best I can and have no regrets when I receive whatever I'm going to recieve. Even if it's nothing, I'll feel happy working hard at least for these last few days (though I wasted most of my time throughout the year). Thank God and God bless! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God that PW and OP is finally OVER!!! XD Thank God for blessing me with strength and my whole group and the second group that we did audience duty for. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really glad I made the decision to go for track training today even though my orion lesson ended at like 5 plus and the girls already did their warm up and drills. I'm happy that I trained today and I know that I'm weak. Work hard, Yiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to appreciate my family and even Mr Yip's efforts more. I thank them for all they have done for me, and I wish that I'll be a good bet for them. GO YITING! SUPERCHARGED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou Mr Yip. Work hard tonight. If necessary till next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas no la. Do get enough sleep okay? If not how to run your marathons??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who easily misinterprete and like to get the wrong idea, I'm just starting to really appreciate his efforts for us and that he did it out of his own will, although it may be to fulfil his ego (sorry I spilt your secret :P). Hahas just take care! If not who's going to be there to feel proud for training us when we get our medals? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大好きfor all your effort! (: Appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I must go offline soon. But do let me indulge myself in blogs and other random stuffs first for a while more, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love the dance version of Gee by Girls' Generation. Although I don't know at all what they are singing about,&amp;nbsp;the song&amp;nbsp;just makes me really happy! :D That's also why I kept smiling on my way home today. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. To Celine: If Mr Yip remembers correctly, Selene is the Greek Goddess of Moon and they name the element in the periodic table "Selenium" after that Greek Goddess. So be proud, Celine. Be a proud rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸せね～ @^_^@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2304595913396702172?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2304595913396702172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2304595913396702172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2304595913396702172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2304595913396702172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-now-i-just-want-to-recieve-flower.html' title='Right now, I just want to recieve a flower.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-662567117595124688</id><published>2009-11-08T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:33:04.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a song&lt;br /&gt;For the one who stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;And ran so far&lt;br /&gt;That cupid couldn't catch her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song&lt;br /&gt;For the kid who aimed so high&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;nbsp;shot her down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute la! Don't really understand, but it's just cute. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by faith and not by sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna live by what I see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna live by what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I know that you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh and oh my gosh congrats Renjie!&amp;nbsp;He's at least getting a silver at the Singapore Phycis Olymipiad 2009! :D All the best for the practical round!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-662567117595124688?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/662567117595124688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=662567117595124688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/662567117595124688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/662567117595124688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/heres-song-for-one-who-stole-my-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3425479307870440689</id><published>2009-11-08T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:44:43.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging about yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with my sister. After lesson, we saw 2 birds crossing our path.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: The bird is crossing the road!&lt;br /&gt;*1st bird flew across*&lt;br /&gt;Me: The bird don't need to cross the road. It can fly what!&lt;br /&gt;*2nd bird walked/ hopped cross the road*&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Yay! It crossed the road! :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: So cute!&lt;br /&gt;Sis Ya lor so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I'm saying that you are cute.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. She's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;I must really treat her better. &amp;gt;:( And not just her, but also my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;They deserve better than this for the love that they shower on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I discovered something.&lt;br /&gt;All the rabbits have this laugh:&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEh.&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;So strange right. But they really all laugh like that.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN TRUTH COLLIDES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend (sort of), Jie Lin, who was also from NJC! (:&lt;br /&gt;She's now in her uni year 2.&lt;br /&gt;Studing engineering.&lt;br /&gt;And she wants to be a scientists! (:&lt;br /&gt;Just like my sister. :D&lt;br /&gt;So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks Passionates for the study bible!&lt;br /&gt;It's really great, even though I only read a bit of it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely useful! (: Now can better clear my doubts when I have any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must jiayou already. OP tmr and no time to waste for olympiad also.&lt;br /&gt;Not going to stay overnight for the camp, btw.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe what Marcus from the trios were thinking, asking Mr Yip what's paedophile in Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what his answer was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怪叔叔！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! They damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR SUVEN! (: Hope that all your wishes will come TRUE! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to practise OP now. It's in about 12 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhu, hope you're okay. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3425479307870440689?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3425479307870440689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3425479307870440689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3425479307870440689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3425479307870440689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-about-yesterday.html' title='blogging about yesterday'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3799105919448077768</id><published>2009-11-06T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:56:30.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God.</title><content type='html'>Really really. Never thought I'd be so happy for a long time. YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Super happy and excited... I'm in the competition! Now, all there is left to do is to work hard and, well, work hard. CHIONG AH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really super duper happy and suprised. I'm on cloud 9!! :D&lt;br /&gt;156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156. 156.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say already.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always always being by my side. I don't understand how you can have so much faith in me, but I'll do my best to give my 100% faith in you as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Living life with you I feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's mind over matter. If you don't mind, then it won't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes go Yiting. And all those who still haven't done OP and who have stage fright. Don't care about how they look at you... It's not about them man! Just look straight into their eyes and entertain them and show your enthusiam about the project (but it is actually being enthusiastic that PW is over! Hahas). Yup just do your best best best man. It'll be over once and for all, so take it to be something fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to finish PW tonight! Go Yiting! It's just editing Q&amp;amp;A, I&amp;amp;R and write out my script and practise it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, must keep reminding myself to drink more water and to sleep more (IF possible) so that my sore throat won't come back! Must heal soon, throat! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is so cute can. My 10-year-old sister was playing with lego and I saw this yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SvQ3mZNeDeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bQJHfVNUVaE/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SvQ3mZNeDeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bQJHfVNUVaE/s320/DSC01352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She's so cute! She used 2 window thingys to make the humps of the camel! :D Super cute sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good to be a kid. Don't need to care so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Still super happy. :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've made my prayers more audacious this week, and more specific. But I need to take more action! Work on it, girl. Work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks my meimei Esther for having so many plans for our holiday! (: Can't wait to see you too! &amp;lt;3 But I think my mum doesn't like the idea of disturbing others by going to their house. ): Never mind, I'll work on it to see what's good for us! &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All the best to NJ042, NJ043, NJ044 (Yay that's us! :D), NJ045, and NJ046 on our OP on Monday, 09-Nov-09. It'll be over soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love you guys. &amp;lt;3&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/2123644868479987178-3799105919448077768?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3799105919448077768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3799105919448077768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3799105919448077768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3799105919448077768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-god.html' title='Thank God.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SvQ3mZNeDeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bQJHfVNUVaE/s72-c/DSC01352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3406067748940066773</id><published>2009-11-05T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:46:45.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man. I facebooked again.</title><content type='html'>URGH. Release me from this bondage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3406067748940066773?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3406067748940066773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3406067748940066773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3406067748940066773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3406067748940066773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-man-i-facebooked-again.html' title='Oh man. I facebooked again.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3814338394132649297</id><published>2009-11-05T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:49:53.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival (:</title><content type='html'>Abandoned my blog for very long. after visiting a few of my friend's blogs today, I've decided to write sth on my own too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, promos over. Results over. School over. Left with PW, track and chem olympiad.&lt;br /&gt;12 days. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. I must do sth. Mr Yip to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;Ya right. He just sits there and say &lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to talk leh. You all talk"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired already la. You all contribute can or not?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't go to school today. &lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for track.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for orion.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't feeling well. &lt;br /&gt;But better now (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Just left with a bit of sore throat that I need to get rid of before OP.&lt;br /&gt;URGH. OP. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident of myself. I'm scared of staring into other people's eyes. I'm afraid of eye contact. I'm scared that people won;t respond when I ask questions. I'm afraid that I'll exceed the 5min limit. I'm scared that I can't answer my own question during Q&amp;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared what scared. You've already come so far to the OP. Which is in 4 days. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be super charged on that day! I'lleradicate my fears! D:&lt; I'll have faith and confidence and not jelly legs (hahas poor Madhu). I'll fight for an A for PW!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll just have to practice A LOT and not tremble on the actual day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As easy as said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been wasting my whole of today. Other than doing PW stuff, I spent just way too much time online searching for chem resources (dunno for what), Facebooking (I hate Facebook), and just bring online. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I tried to finish Q&amp;A (thanks wenman and celine!), I&amp;R 2nd draft, and sent them along with my new new new script to Mr Hussain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw the cookie monster on the Google page is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so random :D&lt;br /&gt;And so proud of myself for that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must fast on Facebook! Someone please slap me if I go to Facebook! D:&lt;br /&gt;It's evil! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really proud of 09SH09 for promoting as a class! :D&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SUPER! &lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those who have to drop one of their H2 subject to a H1. Hope we still can have most of our lessons together!&lt;br /&gt;Let us not be separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't been to own blog for so long. Thanks Jia Lin for your concern! (:&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read this, must tell me how you are doing ok? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's raining again. Almost couldn't see this morning cos it was so dark. Keep using backspace :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup I agree with Fiona (: Be gratefull of the things that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always strive for better ones! :D&lt;br /&gt;Cos our potential is only limited by out own belief. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And must really congratulate Suven for advancing! GREAT JOB! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! :'))))&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on study dates soon! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya must work hard in the holiday. Mentally and physically. Must get prepared for SH2, Nationals, H3 (if I can get it), and my iPod Nano!!!! MUST FIND WORK TO DO despite my tight holiday schedule for track trgs. Jiayou! Go girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes alicia. Letter to crushes are so cute! X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy those who have a goal and have someone to love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY PARENTS AND M SISTER AND MY FRIENDS!! &lt;3 MUARCKSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so cool (though I'm just acting):&lt;br /&gt;"If my answer is わからない, how would you respond?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Everything's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;It means a brand new start! (:&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: pls complete all the holiday hw. DON'T SLACK! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best and do what you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay now. Cos He says nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY too Madhu. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ket our faith get thru this, and mov eon to new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLD! Let me glorify you! (:&lt;br /&gt;We are golden. Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3814338394132649297?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3814338394132649297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3814338394132649297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3814338394132649297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3814338394132649297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/11/revival.html' title='Revival (:'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-753475339054123971</id><published>2009-02-01T14:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:01:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosplay @ NP! ^_^</title><content type='html'>Hahas my 1st time to a cosplay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVLyZ8WPKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gxViKZD7yrE/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVLyZ8WPKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gxViKZD7yrE/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297723866000800930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVMgrlTSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8e1U7TKO7xc/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVMgrlTSOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8e1U7TKO7xc/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297724661009959138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Knights?! (I think...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVNU25NvsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q9FQlOWTllg/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVNU25NvsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q9FQlOWTllg/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297725557399469762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend! ^_^ (and she really knows how to play the trumpet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVPYGlA20I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2RnYgxVMxXE/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVPYGlA20I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2RnYgxVMxXE/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297727812172569410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's friend! Edward from FMA! (so cute!! &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVSO0YKc9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_vf6ViD0AOo/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVSO0YKc9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_vf6ViD0AOo/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730951202894802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird combo... Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVSv5S102I/AAAAAAAAAE8/czI2V0GWQnQ/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVSv5S102I/AAAAAAAAAE8/czI2V0GWQnQ/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297731519458431842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVUBU8dcAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dey69OvoLyU/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVUBU8dcAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dey69OvoLyU/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297732918450155522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelouch from Code Geass XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVWLbLFQaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pXPvZGXfwmc/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVWLbLFQaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pXPvZGXfwmc/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735290944045474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.C and Euphemia from Code Geass XDD (my (another) friend say the Euphie here is nicer than the one in the anime... :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take part in a cosplay too next time! (After I earn some money... All the costume wigs and equipments so expensive... &gt;&lt;) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-753475339054123971?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/753475339054123971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=753475339054123971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/753475339054123971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/753475339054123971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/02/cosplay-np.html' title='Cosplay @ NP! ^_^'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/SYVLyZ8WPKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gxViKZD7yrE/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5359527904219672736</id><published>2008-12-10T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:14:52.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings as always</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ultimate Color Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theultimatecolortest/color.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are at peace, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energized and innovative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are moved to act, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unorthodox and idealistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are inspired, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous and adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life is perfectly balanced, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophical and expressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life's purpose is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/theultimatecolortest/"&gt;The Ultimate Color Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Spiritual Number is Eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourspiritualnumberquiz/eight.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring inspiration and success into people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand how the world works, and you have a knack for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, your life is all about goals and progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing new though - you're always moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of perspective in life. You are able to remove your emotions and see the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually bet right in life. You have are intuitive and win often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourspiritualnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Spiritual Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Look Like a Pisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsigndoyoulooklikequiz/pisces.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you are quite small... but well proportioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the only thing big about you is your big, beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are very expressive, though they can look sleepy the minute you start to feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart shaped face, and your features are pleasantly soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most Pisces people, you are probably quite reserved and shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a special person to get you to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsigndoyoulooklikequiz/"&gt;What Sign Do You Look Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Thumb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unique and flexible. And you defy any category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally strong and agile, you do things your own way. And you do them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural leader... but also truly a loner. You inspire many but connect with few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Middle Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&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/2123644868479987178-5359527904219672736?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5359527904219672736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5359527904219672736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5359527904219672736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5359527904219672736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogthings-as-always.html' title='Blogthings as always'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1999288808483405259</id><published>2008-08-11T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:00:18.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive, Blog-head.</title><content type='html'>The Beijing olympics started 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapoe's National Day Parade was 2 days ago, with its encore telecast just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today is a school holiday, with me stuck here in front of my computer and 70 days to 'O' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Pangya is fun and nice and all. For the first time in my life I've found another use for it. Just that I can never seem to hit one of those cute lovely penguins in the icefields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i get it, it's because I'm not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I'm not supposed to do lots of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I admit that I haven't been working hard on mine 'O' level English Language Paper 3, which is aural, and yet I wish for a good result when I almost failed the one in my Prelims. I know, I'm beyond help. AND I'm only 3 days away from it now. But still, I'd like to say, Jia You, Yiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoLs well I guess I should get my hands off my computer keyboard and get going. On my AURAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW GO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to everyone too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1999288808483405259?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1999288808483405259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1999288808483405259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1999288808483405259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1999288808483405259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2008/08/revive-blog-head.html' title='Revive, Blog-head.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2630614516114007605</id><published>2008-04-10T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:12:30.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Blogthing Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thekeystoyourlife/animals.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything good in your life comes from boldly confronting the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions are dangerous, and you benefit from seeing the world as it truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anything bad in your life comes from fooling yourself or clinging to illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong enough to see the world clearly. Learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thekeystoyourlife/"&gt;The Keys To Your Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Ace of Diamonds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/diamonds.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a lucky person, and you always seem to find yourself surrounds by pretty, shiny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for success and money - though your skills can't really be learned or taught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine in a room, and you a have a truly sparkling personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true extrovert, you always are able to share a witty joke or the latest scandalous gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you do have an eye for bling, you are also quite generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of wealth and luck comes your way. And you're not afraid to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gamble you should take: Sports betting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Captivating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Greedy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: A trophy wife or husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Playing Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/heart-diamond.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dream Engagement Ring?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and daring, you're not afraid to change your life if you think it needs an overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Bird is an Eagle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpowerbirdquiz/eagle.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spiritual and able to soar to great heights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true inspiration, and many people look to you for guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are quite demanding in relationships... but you're worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People know that you will become even greater than you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerbirdquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Bird?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gemstone is Aquamarine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/aquamarine.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive, tranquil, and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire others to have faith in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gemstone Are You?&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/2123644868479987178-2630614516114007605?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2630614516114007605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2630614516114007605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2630614516114007605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2630614516114007605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-another-blogthing-attack.html' title='Yet Another Blogthing Attack'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-7675664162238246598</id><published>2008-04-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:55:02.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/orange.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the mind types, yours is the quickest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually thinking a mile a minute, and you could be thinking about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are often scattered and random - but they're also a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about esoteric subjects, the meaning of life, and pop culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you're unique: You have an incredible eye for style and art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You are classic and classy - and that's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "I'm smart, sassy, and sexy. And I know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Disturbingly Profound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/profound.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/"&gt;Are You Disturbingly Profound or Profoundly Disturbing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style: Exploring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/exploring.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show people how to question their models of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Thinking Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Psyche is Violet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/violet.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spiritual, intuitive, and serene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People trust you to rescue them from bad situations, and you usually come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are quite enlightened, you find that your path is very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too violet:  you can't connect to ordinary life or ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough violet: you lack wisdom and can't learn from the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Some Blue in Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue will make you feel calm, intelligent, and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a little blue, you will project an aura of sincerity and loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want wisdom, you've got to get a little blue in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine blue with brown or green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of blue: Blue can make you seem more conservative and reserved than you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more blue in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel more open to the world around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have a broader and richer perspective on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be able to find solitude, even in the most hectic times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Crossword Puzzle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofpuzzleareyouquiz/crossword.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well read, and you have a good head for remembering facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wordsmith. You have a way with words, and you're very literate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a mysterious person who enjoys dropping little clues every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpuzzleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Puzzle Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Thinking is Abstract and Sequential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofthinkerareyouquiz/abstractsequential.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to do research and collect lots of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more facts you have, the easier it is for you to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to figure things out for yourself and consider all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to become an expert in the subjects that you study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for you to work with people who know less than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't a very patient teacher, and you don't like convincing people that you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofthinkerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Thinker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 73% Creative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/creative-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beyond creative. You are a true artist - even if it's not in the conventional sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love creating for its own sake, and you find yourself quite inspired at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Creative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Little Black Dress Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thelittleblackdresstest/dress-2.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lively and outgoing. You are naturally friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy meeting new people and making new connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your style is whimsical and unique. You're good at putting together interesting outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a shoe, you would be: High heeled boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thelittleblackdresstest/"&gt;The Little Black Dress Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Easter Egg Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theeastereggpersonalitytest/egg2.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are whimsical, spontaneous, and fun loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect well with people, but nature is your true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing locations and scenery is important to your creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are inspired by the surroundings around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theeastereggpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Easter Egg Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Favorite Color Pink Says About You:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissful --- Content --- Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic ---  Expressive --- Artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny --- Quirky --- Individualistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 36% Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Many Alpha Tendencies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/alpha-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to - and like to - get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're forceful without being intimidating. You're confident without being vain. A perfect mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/"&gt;Are You an Alpha Female?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Agnostic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanatheistagnosticorabelieverquiz/agnostic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God? Religion? Maybe... you're just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still figuring out your spiritual path... or figuring out you really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that no one really can know the true story about religion or God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might as well relax a little. You'll go crazy trying make sense of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanatheistagnosticorabelieverquiz/"&gt;Are You an Atheist, Agnostic or a Believer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-7675664162238246598?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7675664162238246598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=7675664162238246598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7675664162238246598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/7675664162238246598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogthings-attack.html' title='Blogthings Attack'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-3805114146292717598</id><published>2008-03-11T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:09:51.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOISM</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have to write anything if i'm suffering from Emoism, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-3805114146292717598?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3805114146292717598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=3805114146292717598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3805114146292717598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/3805114146292717598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2008/03/emoism.html' title='EMOISM'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5866954404260314876</id><published>2008-02-17T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:41:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is it.</title><content type='html'>This is it. Today is 17th February 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful Sunday morning. Nothing very much different from any other Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except today is my birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who cared/ cares about me, thank you very much for making me feel loved. I think I really enjoyed the Valentine's Day this year for the very first time in my life. I'll be glad if I have brightened up your day, too. I think it's more about giving than receiving, like Christmas, just that of course you will like to get something in return for the thing that you have contributed, which I enjoyed because of all the wonderful people around me, i.e. friends and classmates and choirmates and so many more! Thank you all for creating a meaningful and magical Valentine's Day 2008 for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks to people who gave me their well wishes for that special day and my very own special 16th birthday(which I only get once in my whole life, OK, lame) and their presents and notes and more. I would like to thank Favian for his QQ BEAR wallet, Puay Weng for her Ferrero Rocher and Pringles and Winnie the Pooh tumbler/water bottle, Esther for her spectacle holder and little note and a V-day jelly, Shi Yun for her Juicy Mango Gummy, Jun hei, Suven and Unique for their V-day notes, Felicia for her heart-shaped message, on Valentine's Day itself. Also Zhe Ching for her birthday card and Pachirisu plushie and V-day cum Friendship Day note, Elizebeth for her V-day cum birthday note and continuous reminder for my birthday on Sunday, Caroline for her well wishes on V-day and Total Defence Day. Puay Weng again for her birhday e-mail, Suven, Vivian and Gwendolyn for their birthday sms, and last but not least Marilyn for her touching birthday e-mail. My parents? Yes they too I'll thank them for their love, care and understanding. I'll tell them that later. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are passing so fast I don't know how fast the 'O' levels will be approaching this year, so everybody take charge and manage their time well! All I can do now is telling you: YOU CAN DO IT IF YOU START NOW! 加油！There will always be a chance for you to be at the top/ achieve your goal! *encourage, encourage*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thank you all for your 厚爱. (hahas) I love you guys (and gils) too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's passing so fast that today will be gone in no time. But I can watch NC16 movies for the rest of my life! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all 402-ians: Congrats for the Total Defence poster win *hint hint, Puay Weng* and sorry about the expired food. I have no right to say anything about the prize committee but hope Mr Authur Lim will sort that out for us real soon. And all the best for the A Maths test tomorrow. Mug hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time for me to go too. So, TILL WE MEET AGAIN! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever word in the language you know that says 'CYA!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, YOU CAN DO IT and NEVER GIVE UP! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-5866954404260314876?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5866954404260314876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5866954404260314876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5866954404260314876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5866954404260314876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-it.html' title='Today is it.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8590473003338553518</id><published>2007-11-01T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:03:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool man.</title><content type='html'>Wow i've chosen the 1st of November to revive my rotten blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bad thing is...a LOT of people's birthdays are coming my way. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8590473003338553518?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8590473003338553518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8590473003338553518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8590473003338553518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8590473003338553518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/11/cool-man.html' title='Cool man.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-5985349782610635170</id><published>2007-11-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:00:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to BlogThings. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are passionate, romantic, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You put love first in your life, even though you have often been disappointed by it.&lt;br /&gt;You expect to be swept of your feet, and you never expect infatuation to die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you are scared that you aren't lovable.&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurity has ruined many relationships, as you are unable to see the love that's really there.&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly afraid of being alone. Confronting your insecurities is incredibly painful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, witty, and even a little snobby.&lt;br /&gt;You're quite proud of who you are, and nothing is going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;You've paved your own way in life, and you've ended up where you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you feel very isolated from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find people to relate to you on every level.&lt;br /&gt;The mundane interests of your friends and family often bore or depress you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is...&lt;br /&gt;But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on.&lt;br /&gt;You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/"&gt;Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Many Alpha Tendencies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/alpha-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to - and like to - get your way.&lt;br /&gt;You're forceful without being intimidating. You're confident without being vain. A perfect mix.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/"&gt;Are You an Alpha Female?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 65% Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/really-normal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal&lt;br /&gt;You're like most people most of the time&lt;br /&gt;But you've got those quirks that make you endearing&lt;br /&gt;You're unique, yes... but not frighteningly so!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Play the Accordion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/accordion.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are eccentric, funky, wacky... definitely one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;People have trouble putting you in any one particular category. You definitely have your own thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a born entertainer. No wonder you'd be perfect as an one man (or one woman) band.&lt;br /&gt;Your musical influences likely cross all genres - and blend together in a very unusual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are definitely offbeat, you also enjoy tradition and influences from the past.&lt;br /&gt;It's just your style to take an old fashioned instrument like the accordion and make it uniquely yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: your total inhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your interest in obscure activities and subjects&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Mechanic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-1.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, calm, and detail oriented. &lt;br /&gt;You're rational when things are chaotic, and for you, reason always prevails.&lt;br /&gt;And while you are guided by logic, you aren't a slave to it.&lt;br /&gt;You're flexible when it counts. You are always open to being wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work with your hands&lt;br /&gt;- Can use tools, machines, or equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good architect or carpenter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be an Artist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-4.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly creative, spontaneous, and unique.&lt;br /&gt;No one can guess what you're going to do next, but it's usually something amazing.&lt;br /&gt;You can't deal with routine, rules, or structure. You're easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are able to innovate and break the rules, you are extremely successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can work by yourself&lt;br /&gt;- Can express your personality in your work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good journalist or actor.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Doctor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-7.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are practical, sharp, and very intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and energetic, you are a problem solver who doesn't get discouraged easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are also quite compassionate and caring. You make people feel hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;You're highly adaptable and capable. You do well with almost any curve ball life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are always learning new subjects&lt;br /&gt;- Use your knowledge to solve problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good therapist or detective.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Manager&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-5.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very organized, motivated, and methodical. &lt;br /&gt;Fair and objective, you can see all sides of a conflict. You are a good mediator.&lt;br /&gt;You are task oriented. You do well with deadlines and schedules.&lt;br /&gt;And while you can be a task master at times, you're good at managing people and listening to their input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Must have attention to detail&lt;br /&gt;- Are in charge of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good accountant or personal assistant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Sign Is Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignwomanareyoureallyquiz/cancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cozy&lt;br /&gt;Moody&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Traditional&lt;br /&gt;Ultra-Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Unable to Let Go&lt;br /&gt;The Most Loving Ever&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive and Imaginative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignwomanareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;What Sign Woman Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Lucky Love Color is White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/white.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone gets to know you, they still feel like you're a mystery to them.&lt;br /&gt;You are innocent and a bit naive. But you are a little more savvy than you seem, especially in love.&lt;br /&gt;And unlike what your color might suggest, you aren't too much of a prude.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is pure, and you find it easy to fall in love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Lucky Love Color Tell Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Bird is an Eagle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerbirdquiz/eagle.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spiritual and able to soar to great heights. &lt;br /&gt;You are a true inspiration, and many people look to you for guidance. &lt;br /&gt;And you are quite demanding in relationships... but you're worth it.&lt;br /&gt;People know that you will become even greater than you imagine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerbirdquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Bird?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 36% Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgoodareyouquiz/good-4.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to do the right thing, but only when it works out in your favor anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You're not exactly evil or without ethics, but you could be going down a pretty dark path.&lt;br /&gt;You probably have good intentions. You've just gotten comfortable with acting the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the difference between good and bad is half the battle. Acting like a good person is the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also probably: A bit jaded and cynical about life's rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you are on track to being: A petty criminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a better person: Help a friend in need, without being asked&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgoodareyouquiz/"&gt;How Good Are You?&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/2123644868479987178-5985349782610635170?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5985349782610635170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=5985349782610635170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5985349782610635170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/5985349782610635170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/11/addicted-to-blogthings-again.html' title='Addicted to BlogThings. Again.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-2869099239599891747</id><published>2007-07-30T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:18:05.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Untitled Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4BCdq9HVI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCTK08UwRtM/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4BCdq9HVI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCTK08UwRtM/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093009370438770002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4A-Nq9HUI/AAAAAAAAACU/DEPnuPvqgtk/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4A-Nq9HUI/AAAAAAAAACU/DEPnuPvqgtk/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093009297424325954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4AqNq9HTI/AAAAAAAAACM/qYgyBK8aRyg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4AqNq9HTI/AAAAAAAAACM/qYgyBK8aRyg/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093008953826942258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4AP9q9HSI/AAAAAAAAACE/V9iRrfy3oIc/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4AP9q9HSI/AAAAAAAAACE/V9iRrfy3oIc/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093008502855376162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-2869099239599891747?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2869099239599891747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=2869099239599891747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2869099239599891747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/2869099239599891747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/untitled-piece.html' title='The Untitled Piece'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/Rq4BCdq9HVI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCTK08UwRtM/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-870008628744059693</id><published>2007-07-30T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:09:34.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY AM I EVER SO TIRED</title><content type='html'>AND to think that there's a AMATHS TEST this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND a SOCIAL STUDIES TEST this very friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me NO time to study at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to complete my E Maths homework now so as to catch some sleep tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to all my dear readers and fans *ahem* out there... I AM NOT A TOFU-EATERRR!!! I'M EVER SO INNOCENT!!!!!! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reponses from 'fans' and friends: Yea Right ((: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoLs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-870008628744059693?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/870008628744059693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=870008628744059693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/870008628744059693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/870008628744059693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-am-i-ever-so-tired.html' title='WHY AM I EVER SO TIRED'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-8007235495252442691</id><published>2007-07-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:56:29.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Crap.</title><content type='html'>While drawing and scanning ang wasting my whole weekend, I've been reflecting and pondering. There is this question that makes me wonder: Whether copying some other work and making it your own wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm thinking whether people cannot copy CLAMP's work of anime/manga of Tsubasa Chronicle and all, just because people find it nice? Maybe I should go and post the question at Yahoo! Q&amp;A site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some drawings that I LIKE, by no mean of Plagiarism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the disappointment... I cannot seem to load any of the pictures in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's just have some faith that next time I will be able to load them! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and be able to REMEMBER to load them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lalala I'm sAntAgAl~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-8007235495252442691?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8007235495252442691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=8007235495252442691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8007235495252442691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/8007235495252442691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-crap.html' title='This Is Crap.'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-1105784374926909336</id><published>2007-07-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:27:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Attack!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/RpYbfvnTvFI/AAAAAAAAABs/uY2qM0jb_-E/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/RpYbfvnTvFI/AAAAAAAAABs/uY2qM0jb_-E/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086283061332786258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somehow seen and drawn out from somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/RpYc8PnTvHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZSttG1qTT8E/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/RpYc8PnTvHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZSttG1qTT8E/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086284650470685810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/RpYcMvnTvGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kNrG-9ZVH3E/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/RpYcMvnTvGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kNrG-9ZVH3E/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086283834426899554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These however, are my own creations. Despite the failure in my first attempt, I'm just glad that these are at least my own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I am very tired all week long and could not put my mind into doing anything useful. I'll try harder from now. &gt;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-1105784374926909336?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1105784374926909336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=1105784374926909336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1105784374926909336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/1105784374926909336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/07/art-attack.html' title='Art Attack!!!'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rukcMQ01QGQ/RpYbfvnTvFI/AAAAAAAAABs/uY2qM0jb_-E/s72-c/IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123644868479987178.post-6766220080252552804</id><published>2007-06-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:55:52.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted All Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/rock.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful and overbearing, you intimidate people with your presence.&lt;br /&gt;People know they can't push you around, and they respect that.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, you are calm, confident, and unmovable. &lt;br /&gt;You take everything pretty seriously, and you think deeply about all aspects of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to feel smothered by paper people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind crushing the spirit of a scissors person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fight, you: Use all of your strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone makes you mad: You're likely to throw something at them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/"&gt;Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm point to take: If someone makes me mad: &lt;em&gt;You're likely to bite the person(s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pick Up Line Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpickuplinewillgetyouamanquiz/flirty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of the day is "legs". Let's go back to my place and spread the word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpickuplinewillgetyouamanquiz/"&gt;What Pick Up Line Will Get You a Man?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoWed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Addicted to Gossip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtogossipquiz/gossip-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your view, most gossip is pretty harmless.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a pretty fun way to pass the time!&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to pass on some juicy details...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're not impacting anyone's personal life too deeply.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtogossipquiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Gossip?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Flan Pocky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/flan-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: modern and offbeat&lt;br /&gt;East meets west... sweet meets salty.&lt;br /&gt;You're a pro at bringing unusual combos together!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww what the HELL is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Inner Gender is Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/female.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive, caring, and willing to connect with anyone who's open to you.&lt;br /&gt;You make friends easily, and you enjoy all sorts of conversations.&lt;br /&gt;You understand most people you meet - better than they understand themselves. &lt;br /&gt;You're totally a woman... or at the very least, your soul is female.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Gender?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow nice... =.= LoLs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/enfp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/spring.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world...&lt;br /&gt;You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123644868479987178-6766220080252552804?l=yitingdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6766220080252552804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123644868479987178&amp;postID=6766220080252552804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6766220080252552804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123644868479987178/posts/default/6766220080252552804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitingdotcom.blogspot.com/2007/06/addicted-all-over-again.html' title='Addicted All Over Again'/><author><name>Santa-Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976845467041545949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
