<?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-787589402824888981</id><updated>2012-01-31T06:06:54.929+08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caHXReJdUGs/SsIibBCqv4I/AAAAAAAACuI/uehX0GnL1K4/s400/IMG_4585.JPG'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caHXReJdUGs/SrX8GH47DWI/AAAAAAAACs4/nwLjbk2d71s/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg'/><title type='text'>Its meee!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>447</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7501848271895550624</id><published>2012-01-31T06:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T06:06:54.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-stop</title><content type='html'>After that few days of break after my very depressing EU paper, I was headed off to Aberyswyth then Cardiff. Upon coming back to Liverpool, I only spent a night on my own bed before going on another trip to London with John.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back on Saturday night and had Sunday to clean and prepare for the new semester but I am not really prepared. One on hand, I am really excited, what with Clinical Legal Skills and Streetlaw but my plate will be really full. So full I think I bite off more than I can chew. Let's just hope I'd be able to cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its been non-stop for me since the trip to Wales. This weekend, I'll be heading to Manchester for the Kina Grannis show and will stay the night to tour Manchester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still very tired from everything and barely have settled back down in Liverpool properly but I promise to blog. Very soon. As soon as John is on his way back to Malaysia, a few post will suddenly appear here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So till then! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7501848271895550624?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7501848271895550624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7501848271895550624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7501848271895550624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-stop.html' title='Non-stop'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7366473989222438496</id><published>2012-01-20T05:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T05:49:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover</title><content type='html'>Before you go judging me thinking I party hard after exams, no. Stop. Stop whatever you're thinking and all the nasty comments upon reading the title.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having headaches for the past two days. Not exactly headache but I've been feeling dizzy. I don't know if its because I slept too much or too little or the things I've been doing, like reading books and playing with my iPhone or the Sims3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do I get rid of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's the lack of water. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I will be going to Wales on Saturday and I will be vlogging again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7366473989222438496?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7366473989222438496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7366473989222438496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7366473989222438496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1629060618802478370</id><published>2012-01-19T04:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T05:03:04.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MEl3OBINGbs/TxczPHWzc0I/AAAAAAAAEh0/D-0c4GImqDU/s1600/ap-1h8gjuj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MEl3OBINGbs/TxczPHWzc0I/AAAAAAAAEh0/D-0c4GImqDU/s400/ap-1h8gjuj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699080188226401090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture taken from Google images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like writing an official complaint but I know it won't do any good so I shall just blog about it. Bear with me as I release my frustration.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in Liverpool, I live in a building run by a company called Urban Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rooms are spacious, I get a double bed and my own bathroom so I really shouldn't have any complaints, I know but seriously, it's quite frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently internet in the UK is supposed to be super fast and all that. I guess it is super fast everywhere else in UK except in this building. The internet here is horrible. It is either slow or it just keeps disconnecting. In November I made a complaint about the internet and the person managing told me that they would install something faster next month which meant December. So about a few days ago, they came over to set up our own router which was great because now my iPhone can use the wifi instead of using 3G which is battery-sucking. However, they had to take it away today apparently for half an hour but its almost 6 hours and we still hasn't gotten it back so wifi is down in my flat. Even worse is the landline completely doesn't work in my room. UGH. Thank goodness the building's wifi still does so I'm able to go online but its so unstable, I can't load a page without refreshing it at least twice nor can I watch any videos on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Privacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand how they have to come check on us every once in a while to make sure we're not creating a dumpster in the flat. But why can't they knock? The person just entered our flat with her master key which I think is super rude. Hello, we have a lease and thus should have exclusive possession. How are we supposed to feel safe in our own home since she can just suddenly just barge in at anytime. I wonder what she would do if we were out, leave or just walking around continue inspecting. And because of this, if anything in our flat ever go missing, it will her be fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being asian, we take off our shoes at home. While doing her inspections or coming to change the light bulbs, please take your damn shoes off! It's so rude. Today we told them twice to remove their shoes but they kinda just ignored us which I felt was really rude and disrespectful. Seriously, I just mopped the floor yesterday and you just step in with your shoes. ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that I suppose there isn't anything to complain about in this flat. Oh and the light bulbs take forever to get changed and she won't leave any extra because everytime she comes round, she doesn't ever bring extra, just sufficient to change all that are out. Just leave some la, my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so now that that's out, I shall go bath and start on another book :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1629060618802478370?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1629060618802478370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/complaints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1629060618802478370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1629060618802478370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/complaints.html' title='Complaints'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MEl3OBINGbs/TxczPHWzc0I/AAAAAAAAEh0/D-0c4GImqDU/s72-c/ap-1h8gjuj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7605758034041304113</id><published>2012-01-19T04:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T04:44:38.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shay-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95ABUoiHVwY/TxcukRcoECI/AAAAAAAAEhk/U8_69VNsOx0/s1600/Pretties.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95ABUoiHVwY/TxcukRcoECI/AAAAAAAAEhk/U8_69VNsOx0/s400/Pretties.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699075054154289186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the book Pretties by Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Westerfeld&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the second book of the series. The first book was &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-me-pretty.html"&gt;Uglies&lt;/a&gt; which I did blog about as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am easy to please when it comes to movies or books but I really had no complaints except that the language used in the first few chapters were totally dizzy-making and dumb which if you know me, I find it super annoying. The word 'bubbly' was being used so much, I think I might start using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, in the paragraph above,  I already started using their 'pretty' language. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uggh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say the book gave me some food for thought about our world and how we act. Aside from that, similar to the first book, not one page was boring. I'd really recommend this book. And I can't talk about the book without giving spoilers so go buy it and read it on your own! If you can't trust my taste with books, buy at least the first book and have a go at it first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not that helpful but seriously, go read it for yourself. It'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more entertaining than reading about it on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone kindly want to buy me the other two books ; Specials and Extras? Guess I'll probably only read the other two books during my summer breaks because I can't give myself reasons to buy more books when my shelf can hardly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; any more :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yannie&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7605758034041304113?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7605758034041304113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/shay-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7605758034041304113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7605758034041304113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/shay-la.html' title='Shay-la'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95ABUoiHVwY/TxcukRcoECI/AAAAAAAAEhk/U8_69VNsOx0/s72-c/Pretties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5423675108636096487</id><published>2012-01-17T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:54:02.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy-making</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYSS!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been this excited about holidays for so long. Ever since the start of semester, I haven't really had a day to rest without feeling guilty for not studying eventhough my attempt to study didn't prove any good anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how did I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say I can do better if given the time. 40 minutes per question is simply crazy. The questions were relatively easy and to be honest I was quite relieved but it's just so sad that we are not given enough time to complete them well. Give me an hour a question just like them year twos, I'm sure I'd do a whole lot better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it's over and I'm no god so I can't change anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep moving forward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I've been doing since include; watching My Little Pony, catching up on Youtube vlogs, playing Tiny Tower (am now at 42 floors!), started reading Pretties which I will again give my comments once I'm done, laundry and finally swept my floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I really ought to do is exercise and clean my entire room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be heading out to buy some real food as well as some fruits and vege, really lacking in those kinda vitamins these few days considering all we eat is pasta, egg, Korean noodles or sausages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss home and I'm going to be missing out on Chinese New Year celebrations. Booo hoo :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5423675108636096487?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5423675108636096487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/dizzy-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5423675108636096487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5423675108636096487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/dizzy-making.html' title='Dizzy-making'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-6627832349085278166</id><published>2012-01-17T05:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:51:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hygiene Level : ?</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about hygiene!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For added fun, let's talk about it especially during examination period! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is since 31 December 2011, a total of 16 days !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Action : number of times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash face : 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brush teeth : 32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floss : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listerine : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath : 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweep floor : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mop floor : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrange anything : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw rubbish : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make bed : 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hygiene Level : Super Low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mess Level : Moderate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mess level is surprisingly, not as bad as expected but it's probably only because I don't study in my room, I study outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-6627832349085278166?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6627832349085278166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/hygiene-level.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6627832349085278166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6627832349085278166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/hygiene-level.html' title='Hygiene Level : ?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2067437074751783065</id><published>2012-01-12T03:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T04:06:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more days</title><content type='html'>I've been studying noon and night for almost 5 days now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so tiring and exhaustive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day would start with me waking up at about 12pm, then I'd go outside and cook lunch with May Jean. After lunch usually around 2pm, we'd start studying until about 5.30pm whereby either myself or May Jean will cook dinner. During dinner, we'd watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gods_of_Honour"&gt;Gods of Honour&lt;/a&gt; (soooo good! I'm probably going to rewatch it again after my exams!) After that, we each would go into our respective rooms and take a shower or go online for awhile until about 8.30pm then we'd go back to studying until late. Sometimes I'd stay up to almost 3am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, that's life for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few more days. 5 days to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My European Union (EU) law paper will be on the 16th Jan 2012 then I'd be free for a few days before I head on over to Aberyswyth and Cardiff. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2067437074751783065?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2067437074751783065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2067437074751783065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2067437074751783065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-more-days.html' title='Few more days'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4468078097498231766</id><published>2012-01-06T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:32:12.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Count</title><content type='html'>I never had problems adhering to the word count. But that was until I came to the University of Liverpool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time round, for all three courseworks, I exceeded the word count by quite an amount of words. I blame the footnotes. Back in Brickfields, footnotes were never counted and I have never exceeded the word count to such extent. Here, after counting in the footnotes, it's crazy! What's worse is when you refer to a book with a long title and you do it not only once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's even more frustrating is that I have to cut my content instead of cutting on the footnotes because otherwise I get caught for plagiarism. So unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously hate the word count system here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4468078097498231766?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4468078097498231766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/word-count.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4468078097498231766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4468078097498231766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/word-count.html' title='Word Count'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3252379755361497310</id><published>2012-01-04T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:58:58.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ehbek_tGVg/TwNBxcmnb6I/AAAAAAAAEhU/L5jB-sOo3lc/s1600/Picture%2B4.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ehbek_tGVg/TwNBxcmnb6I/AAAAAAAAEhU/L5jB-sOo3lc/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693466671673995170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already three days into the new year and I feel exactly the same.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've just grown out of this whole new year thing because I find myself constantly sniggering when I see a facebook post that starts with "My first status in 2012 : .. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just isn't a big deal for me. Yes, I do feel pathetic if I stay home on New Year's Eve but that is only because when I go on Facebook, everyone seems to be out and having fun so I refuse to stay home and be studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, 2012 will be an important year for me because I will be graduating! So yes, I do hope it's gonna be a better year. Not that 2011 wasn't good but everyone can do better right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3252379755361497310?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3252379755361497310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3252379755361497310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3252379755361497310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ehbek_tGVg/TwNBxcmnb6I/AAAAAAAAEhU/L5jB-sOo3lc/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1574400848455045340</id><published>2011-12-31T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:30:43.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions are overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9m8cknQH3x0/Tv5zhZXzYsI/AAAAAAAAEhI/E8gzP_SNTT0/s1600/396493_292106507506958_179100515474225_914489_346495392_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9m8cknQH3x0/Tv5zhZXzYsI/AAAAAAAAEhI/E8gzP_SNTT0/s400/396493_292106507506958_179100515474225_914489_346495392_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692113996626485954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1574400848455045340?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1574400848455045340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolutions-are-overrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1574400848455045340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1574400848455045340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolutions-are-overrated.html' title='Resolutions are overrated'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9m8cknQH3x0/Tv5zhZXzYsI/AAAAAAAAEhI/E8gzP_SNTT0/s72-c/396493_292106507506958_179100515474225_914489_346495392_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1114099020790915405</id><published>2011-12-30T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:04:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwyJNeJr4kU/Tv3gkgFx9WI/AAAAAAAAEg8/2aDU__94W08/s1600/DSCN1330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwyJNeJr4kU/Tv3gkgFx9WI/AAAAAAAAEg8/2aDU__94W08/s400/DSCN1330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691952421760267618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the picture has got nothing to do with this post but I thought I would just liven up the blog a little bit by inserting a happy picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somehow, I have lost count of my day and dates. I thought today was the 29th December but was corrected by May Jean that its already the eve of New Year's Eve.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Human Rights Coursework is still stuck at that miserable 1000 words. Not that it isn't good progress because that means I've done about one third of it already but it just isn't good enough. I am supposedly racing against time yet my laziness triumphs over this war I am supposedly fighting. Great job Yannie, great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I just typed about another 200 words but I keep getting distracted. I'm the kind of person who will at one go finish the whole coursework once I'm in the mood but the mood doesn't seem to be coming. I've tried just sitting here trying to type something brilliant but it just doesn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, Kexin went grocery shopping today and bought pork belly! Tomorrow we can make soup :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall type at least another 800 words today or no sleep for me. *determined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1114099020790915405?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1114099020790915405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/finding-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1114099020790915405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1114099020790915405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/finding-mood.html' title='Finding mood'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwyJNeJr4kU/Tv3gkgFx9WI/AAAAAAAAEg8/2aDU__94W08/s72-c/DSCN1330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5660304881791854866</id><published>2011-12-27T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:16:53.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog</title><content type='html'>I'm like so lazy to blog now so go watch my vlogs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/theyann1104"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to my channel which only has like three vidoes at the moment. My mouse ran out of battery so I have to go get batteries before I can edit the London Day2 video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may or may not blog about London and Christmas because :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Coursework due dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I have to study for exams in Jan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Laziness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5660304881791854866?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5660304881791854866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/vlog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5660304881791854866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5660304881791854866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/vlog.html' title='Vlog'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3140367486955476841</id><published>2011-12-19T06:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:09:24.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>Well, if you don't already know. I didn't complete &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-november.html"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;. Not because I was lazy or had no inspiration to do it but simply because my studies come first. The coursework questions were released on the third week of November and I just had to start or I would be stressing crazy by now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start on my coursework, I had to give up on NaNoWriMo. I ignored all emails from the NaNoWriMo team and I obviously did not submit anything nor opened that document since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I promised myself to finish the story because it was really heading somewhere and it would be a waste not to finish it especially since I already have the next many chapters laid out in point form on a piece of paper somewhere in my room. I will do it once my first semester's exams are done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I doubt I'll have anything exciting to blog about. Except Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan to vlog in London, hopefully that goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3140367486955476841?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3140367486955476841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3140367486955476841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3140367486955476841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-nanowrimo.html' title='Post-NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-9134121501483086489</id><published>2011-12-16T04:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:16:16.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighttime Lonely</title><content type='html'>It gets extremely lonely at night here at Flat 16 of Chatham Lodge. Because its that time whereby everyone goes back into their own respective rooms after dinner and adopt anti-social behaviour trying to squeeze in as much law into our brains as we can until we get so tired that we must sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait until the London trip and when Kexin is here. A whole week of non-studying. Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss random "I miss you" texts :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-9134121501483086489?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9134121501483086489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/nighttime-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/9134121501483086489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/9134121501483086489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/nighttime-lonely.html' title='Nighttime Lonely'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-165437936775419517</id><published>2011-12-15T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:16:42.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we were at Lldl just now to do some groceries for the Christmas dinner on the 25th as well as our groceries for the whole of next week until the 27th of December. We did plan to buy a whole lot of things but it wasn't until we placed everything on the conveyor belt that it dawned on us that it was absolute madness. We didn't have time to take picture there and then so we only took the picture at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you go judging, mind you, none of us own a car here so we had to walk. Carrying all those things. *smugface*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oH7HwLUfjYc/TuoObvpSgsI/AAAAAAAAEfo/3QPe58euP6Q/s400/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686373349317575362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6YrOqMSS0E/TuoObxBDY0I/AAAAAAAAEf0/9akCz4ynpBQ/s400/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686373349685683010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqLf6MCgwr8/TuoOdH_D3aI/AAAAAAAAEgA/rGtWwBS5vQs/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686373373031210402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so maybe we didn't walk. We took the taxi instead but it was still alot to carry into the taxi and then from the taxi to our flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and this is only half of it. Saturday we're heading into town and the bigger tesco to buy inter alia, up to 40kg of rice, potatoes to make mash potatoes for about 18 person. So yes, another round of madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-165437936775419517?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/165437936775419517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/165437936775419517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/165437936775419517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oH7HwLUfjYc/TuoObvpSgsI/AAAAAAAAEfo/3QPe58euP6Q/s72-c/IMG_0715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2540349323197811595</id><published>2011-12-13T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:26:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>I hope everyday was like yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was tiring but a good one nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up at 5.30 to wash up, cook breakfast and eat breakfast. By 6.45, we were on our way to the Sports Hall for some handball. Except there weren't any proper handball balls so we used the futsal ball instead. After one game, everyone got tired so we played dogdeball instead and then went on to playing netball with the futsal ball and basketball hoop. Yea, weird but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I rushed to the Trust discussion meeting which was a waste of time in my honest opinion. By this time my muscles were already aching and my eyes could barely stay awake but I had to do Christmas shopping so I went into town and I'm happy to say that I've bought everything I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back home and had a short conversation with the family through Skype and then took a nap. Woke up to cook dinner and after dinner, started on my Human Rights coursework reading. Yes, there is alot of reading to do, I don't know how I'm going to manage it but I just know I will find a way to. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, it was one good day. By the time I went to bed, I fell asleep once my head hit the pillow. Its been long since that ever happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have more of days like yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2540349323197811595?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2540349323197811595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2540349323197811595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2540349323197811595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7776465980531892035</id><published>2011-12-11T06:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:54:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elsewhere</title><content type='html'>My mind is simply all over the place today. I don't know why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I can't focus on anything. I'm not talking just about studying, it's everything! When I'm editing my Internet coursework, I suddenly thought of something for Trust. Then when I've finally finished with Internet and has opened the Trust coursework document, I'd suddenly want to listen to this one song but once that song is being played halfway, I got bored and wanted to listen to another song. Then I wanted to watch videos and whilst doing that, I needed to suddenly check my Facebook and it goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't concentrate on one thing today, it's so frustrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it all off, I need to think of brilliant yet not absolute lies to write for my BPTC application. Of course I could choose to be a hundred percent honest in my answers but that wouldn't do me any good. So yes, lie is what I must do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've wasted enough time today and hasn't really gotten my Trust coursework done so after this blog post and one more song, I will finish it and then it's half a relax day tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slowly, day by day, I am getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7776465980531892035?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7776465980531892035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/elsewhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7776465980531892035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7776465980531892035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/elsewhere.html' title='Elsewhere'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2023856388845055491</id><published>2011-12-09T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:18:41.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Day</title><content type='html'>I always tell myself that if today is shitty, tomorrow will be a better day, it always is. And if you know me well enough, you'll realize I say it alot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a horrible day. My menstrual came and at first it was fine but then the cramps started in the afternoon. About 2, while I was curled up like a ball on my chair, I felt myself falling. And for that few seconds, my body refused to react. I lost control and fell to the ground and then I passed out. For about 20 minutes, I was sleeping on the floor. Then I got up, took painkillers and crawled to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also emotionally down. It really isn't easy trying to deal with stress and a breakup at one go. Especially away from home and the weather being so cold. It just isn't. So yesterday was the breaking point. I was so tired, in pain and so emotionally unstable, I cried for almost an hour. Just letting everything out. Then I washed up, and went to the kitchen to cook curry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My initial plan was to prepare for the EU seminar but I was so tired I went to bed early. Then I planned to wake up early this morning to prepare for the seminar but I had something else I had to settle for myself first which I was proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I didn't prepare for my seminar, so I went to seminar anyway and had fun, that was good. Then I had lunch with Rachelle and that was good too. Now I'm back in my warm comfy room which is obviously good since the weather is so bloody cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In general, today IS a better day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2023856388845055491?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2023856388845055491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/better-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2023856388845055491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2023856388845055491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/better-day.html' title='Better Day'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7729988494088081199</id><published>2011-12-08T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:53:32.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Nightmare Ever!</title><content type='html'>Like ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this giant who is a combination of two person (whom I rather not name here), were scolding me and chasing me around wanting to squash me with its big feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing was like hurting me emotionally with the scolding and mocking while trying to literally kill me. The worst part of it was that I knew it was a dream but I couldn't wake myself up. I was basically trapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, worst nightmare ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7729988494088081199?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7729988494088081199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/worst-nightmare-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7729988494088081199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7729988494088081199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/worst-nightmare-ever.html' title='Worst Nightmare Ever!'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7594122009997504960</id><published>2011-12-05T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T04:26:13.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Pop</title><content type='html'>Woah, the world must be ending because I listen to K-Pop. Well, no. It is not and it's not that big a deal though some might find it shocking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think.html"&gt;I once blogged about how I had a new take on Korean music&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I happened to revisit those songs and I find myself repeating the songs over and over again. Here they are :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5n4V3lGEyG4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zdZya6yATn0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NGe0hHvAGkc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PfPWxK1BQFI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q_gfD3nvh-8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HtJS32n6LNQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qIt6KCwlFPw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that many. I still find some songs really dumb like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bw9CALKOvAI"&gt;Bubble Pop by Hyuna&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7mPqycQ0tQ"&gt;Gee by SNSD&lt;/a&gt;. So yes, I don't think I will ever be a K-Pop fan but it surprises me how much I do like some of their songs. Maybe I might like K-Pop as a whole if I ever learn the Korean language cause then I'd understand what they are singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7594122009997504960?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7594122009997504960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/k-pop.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7594122009997504960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7594122009997504960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/k-pop.html' title='K-Pop'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5n4V3lGEyG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7441547418927032017</id><published>2011-12-05T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T04:06:47.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I am soooo looking forward to it because I get to spend Christmas with the person who is in Cardiff now. Really miss having her around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also decorated the flat. We meaning just me and May Jean while the other two stay in their rooms studying like mad. Yes, mad I know. We're quite proud of what we did because we're both very bad at anything artsy farsty. We both used to fail Pendidikan Seni (Art) back in school. So yea, that says alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how much I wanted to buy a tree but investing in a tree doesn't seem like a good idea because I might only be here for a year so, I obviously am not going to bring the tree home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I cannot wait for the 20 Dec where we will be shopping for food for the party on the 25 Dec itself. Then on 21 Dec to 23 Dec, we will be exploring London with Kexin and Allan. I obviously will not miss Boxing Day sale because it doesn't happen in Malaysia so I make it a point to attend events whereby I may never have the chance to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty exciting. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, I need to finish my Trust coursework and start researching for my Human Rights one before I go into full on holiday mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your plans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7441547418927032017?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7441547418927032017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7441547418927032017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7441547418927032017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-788170580900081298</id><published>2011-12-04T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:14:36.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why</title><content type='html'>but does this ever happen to you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're happily in a relationhip, you go on Facebook and realized the number of emo posts increasing as the number of breakup increses and you go worrying about your relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when yours ended, you go on Facebook and see the massive amount of happy couples and all their lovey dovey pictures and you go wishing yours had never ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-788170580900081298?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/788170580900081298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/788170580900081298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/788170580900081298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-6530901078765385376</id><published>2011-12-02T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:49:25.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat fat</title><content type='html'>I have been stocking up on snacks for quite some time now but never really dive into them until lately. Mind you, my snacks are all very sugary stuff; Mars bar, marshmallow, Maltesers, Hello Panda etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happens when I stay up to study because I had to make up for lost time and got hungry? That's right, I snack snack and snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how I've only gained a kg since coming here considering I snack alot more than I usually do back home. I expect to be kinda fat by the time I go back to Malaysia next August and then I'll be even fatter because I will stuff myself mad with Malaysian food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, this iz bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*munches on Mars bar*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-6530901078765385376?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6530901078765385376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/fat-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6530901078765385376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6530901078765385376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/fat-fat.html' title='Fat fat'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1271025252616937481</id><published>2011-12-01T20:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:43:37.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the fifth of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another super late post but better late than never right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Night"&gt;Guy Fawkes&lt;/a&gt; day, after my birthday. The one in Liverpool was held in our oh-so-beautiful &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sefton_Park"&gt;Sefton Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made sandwiches and left early, hoping to take some pictures before the event but because night comes pretty early, we didn't get much pictures anyway which was such a shame. The park is really big, we only walked one part of it. So yes. I have nothing else to say so pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJWEi-_aSaI/TtdxKvFnEAI/AAAAAAAAEeE/0Nw-CpsmHHE/s400/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681133884203798530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLWFCfagaWk/TtdxK60bB6I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/JrpZqv89vCk/s400/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681133887352932258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_pfB42uj50/Ttdy3SK0JKI/AAAAAAAAEec/omPKacnEAW4/s400/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681135749046740130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9z3vfQugP0I/Ttdy4O2G5LI/AAAAAAAAEeo/99VFG4QTiaY/s400/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681135765334451378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cold that night most of us got really grumpy for waiting that long. Then we went on to dance to the music they played just to keep warm while the locals here probably think we are high on something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf_zvWbcHqA/TtdzuLe3uFI/AAAAAAAAEe0/jakWAkv_o1U/s400/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681136692144617554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMfBMiqPdxU/Ttd1IUtOPsI/AAAAAAAAEfY/yIMNQb7cl8o/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMfBMiqPdxU/Ttd1IUtOPsI/AAAAAAAAEfY/yIMNQb7cl8o/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681138240808959682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sakt3gZi0y0/Ttd1IHbWaqI/AAAAAAAAEfM/_udzK2ipTas/s1600/IMG_2299.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sakt3gZi0y0/Ttd1IHbWaqI/AAAAAAAAEfM/_udzK2ipTas/s400/IMG_2299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681138237244336802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhhdTQsE-zs/Ttdzus6PsZI/AAAAAAAAEfA/v0BBPnVBkiM/s1600/IMG_2298.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhhdTQsE-zs/Ttdzus6PsZI/AAAAAAAAEfA/v0BBPnVBkiM/s400/IMG_2298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681136701117804946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1271025252616937481?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1271025252616937481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-fifth-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1271025252616937481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1271025252616937481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-fifth-of-november.html' title='Remember the fifth of November'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJWEi-_aSaI/TtdxKvFnEAI/AAAAAAAAEeE/0Nw-CpsmHHE/s72-c/IMG_2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1648039533483376101</id><published>2011-12-01T05:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:57:00.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You changing your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gFM1aHHUXJo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words that you whispered for just us to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me you loved me so why did you go away, go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never thought we'd end like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never planned on you changing your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always liked this song. Out of the album, my favourite songs has been Speak Now, Sparks Fly, Long Live and Last Kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that now seems like an appropriate time to play this song and sing along to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1648039533483376101?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1648039533483376101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-changing-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1648039533483376101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1648039533483376101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-changing-your-mind.html' title='You changing your mind'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gFM1aHHUXJo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2912213109709668449</id><published>2011-11-28T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:30:37.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosen up, will ya?</title><content type='html'>I often get comments that I am too narrow minded, that I am uptight and unable to accept change. I do not deny any of it. I stick to my comfort zone like glue and if anyone tried to push me out of it, I bite and I bite hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what is wrong with being narrow minded, uptight and unable to accept change? I believe everyone is like that with the difference that each has their own diameter of comfort zone. There will also be a line that cannot be crossed. Some people, smaller (like me) while others may stretch further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next time anyone asks me loosen up, I'd answer "What is wrong with me? I don't want to be you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the truth is, if I want to, I will. No pushing and pulling required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2912213109709668449?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2912213109709668449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/loosen-up-will-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2912213109709668449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2912213109709668449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/loosen-up-will-ya.html' title='Loosen up, will ya?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7833213176838463562</id><published>2011-11-27T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:59:12.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger</title><content type='html'>Everyone tells me that I am very lucky and blessed that I have a maid at home and overcaring parents. Of course, being normal, I never really appreciated it until, now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to wake up to all my meals prepared; all 4 meals a day. The other two are optional but if need be, the two as well. I never had to think about what to eat or what to cook. In fact, I was so lucky that sometimes I choose not to eat because I simply didn't feel like it. Hunger is something I am quite not used to. I seldom feel hungry, always just feel like wanting to eat, to satisfy cravings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here in Liverpool, I'm left on my own and Hunger became my new best friend. Every so often my stomach would have to make horrible dying whale like sound for a few hours before food can come through. I know I have a gastric problem and I shouldn't be doing this to myself but I kinda found a solution. Marshmallow. For some reason, everytime my stomach start making those noise, I'd pop two marshmallow in and I'd be good for probably another two hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it does the trick but do I like it? Answer is obvious. There are so many food that I miss. I have so much cravings now but no means of satisfying them because they are simply not available in the UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss home. And at this very second, I feel my best friend on its way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7833213176838463562?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7833213176838463562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7833213176838463562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7833213176838463562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/hunger.html' title='Hunger'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7850095616056729390</id><published>2011-11-27T04:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T04:48:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rS8E0J4lEI/TtFOjPl5JbI/AAAAAAAAEd4/WiOOqkYs41Q/s1600/Uglies-300dpi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rS8E0J4lEI/TtFOjPl5JbI/AAAAAAAAEd4/WiOOqkYs41Q/s400/Uglies-300dpi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679406972478760370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two days out of the last week to read. Just because I am tired of studying and just doesn't have the mood for anything else. I don't even get excited over a new episode of How I Met Your Mother or Gossip Girl which really isn't normal. In fact, I just don't get excited anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully I still found escape when reading. I've only read this first book because I didn't dare to buy the whole set at one go as I wasn't sure I would like it but to my surprise I did like it. In fact, I finished the book so fast, I didn't even realize because there was not one page that was boring. Each page made me want to read the next, just like Harry Potter but my loyalty still lies with Harry Potter, no doubt there. Nonetheless, this book is really good. On the surface it may seem dumb and shallow but trust me, read on, it's not at all dumb and shallow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don't know if I should get the rest of the books because its already almost December which means exams and due dates are nearing. I'm afraid that once I've got them, I would read non stop and that may be detrimental on my grades which I cannot let happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you might want to know, there are three other books; Pretties, Specials and Extras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're looking for a new fiction story to read, give this one a try. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7850095616056729390?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7850095616056729390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-me-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7850095616056729390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7850095616056729390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-me-pretty.html' title='Make me pretty'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rS8E0J4lEI/TtFOjPl5JbI/AAAAAAAAEd4/WiOOqkYs41Q/s72-c/Uglies-300dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1698545169008735212</id><published>2011-11-20T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:54:23.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jellybean Rain</title><content type='html'>I think I'm quite happy with the progress I am making with my Internet Law coursework. I have finished drafting my answer. Now all I have to do is some research and come up with a good argument then I'm done. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this song has been on replay so much these two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both very good songs on their own but even better together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v_SUk25pl3w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The video is kinda weird because some parts, it had his face so close to the camera. But I do like the rain drops he created behind. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, check out this video. It is completely made out of jelly beans! The whole video took two years to produce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IOu0DuxFAT0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watch the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cIH4MJAC2Tg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might be going to one of her shows in Manchester next year. Will see how. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now back to my research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1698545169008735212?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1698545169008735212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/jellybean-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1698545169008735212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1698545169008735212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/jellybean-rain.html' title='Jellybean Rain'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v_SUk25pl3w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4422002458096452259</id><published>2011-11-17T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T01:23:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatspp to wake up to</title><content type='html'>Wednesdays are my no class days. So I usually sleep in. Today, I woke up to a Whatsapp message from my dad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... I heard u are getting stressed out from all the readings &amp;amp; courseworks that u are having. Well, nobody says training to be a lawyer is easy. All successes come with a price Dear !! Take good care."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Followed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Still, u need to continue to work very hard despite the stress, ha! ha! ha!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me, stress or not wake up to messages like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its fine, I can handle it. Pfft. &lt;a href="http://www.taurusice.blogspot.com/"&gt;MayJean&lt;/a&gt; on the other hand thinks its very cute of my dad to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4422002458096452259?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4422002458096452259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/whatspp-to-wake-up-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4422002458096452259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4422002458096452259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/whatspp-to-wake-up-to.html' title='Whatspp to wake up to'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1628547871593501058</id><published>2011-11-16T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:46:27.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New leaf</title><content type='html'>Say you broke your leg and then few months later you cut yourself while cutting fruits. Is that cut not simply, well, just a cut compared to what you've gone through? The pain is nothing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so for the past weeks (I suppose its been that long), I've experienced all kinds of ups and downs. There was my birthday, Guy Fawkes Day, and the Nottingham Malaysian Games. These were all really good, if not extremely awesome days for me. But these happiness were very short lived. Right after my birthday I was in and probably still in that kind of mood where you just don't feel like doing anything. That the load of the previous weeks started pushing itself onto me and I became very very tired, so much so that I somehow have forgotten that I have more tutorials and seminars to prepare for. I am just so tired. Tired of going to classes, tired of preparing for tutorials or seminars, even tired to do everything else not related to studies; I don't want to go out, I don't want to watch shows, I don't bother to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember how I was so excited about &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-november.html"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;? Well, its with so much regret to say that I am no longer working on my NaNoWriMo novel. Partly because I just don't have the mood to do it and partly because I have three courseworks waiting for my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today shall be the turning point because reality kinda got a hold onto me yesterday that I can no longer procrastinate. That if I do so, I might end up getting on the plane back to Malaysia with only a general degree, or I might kill myself after my parents kill me. Time to kick away that I-don't-feel-like-doing-anything-today mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now officially, STRESS MONTH(S)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the first paragraph, I think I have experienced worst so this should be nothing to me. What is three coursework at one go? *looksleftandright* That's right, freaking nothing! I can do this and I will do it well. Like how I got lucky with Company Law and Law of Tort last year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No biggie, ya'know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : I do have pictures but I think I will only blog when I really have the time to do it. Slowly, one by one. Heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1628547871593501058?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1628547871593501058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-leaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1628547871593501058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1628547871593501058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-leaf.html' title='New leaf'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3514516730421900230</id><published>2011-11-16T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T01:26:33.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkBfl93f8p0/TsPtSIFKtlI/AAAAAAAAEcw/0fxnz6-dt50/s1600/DSCN0918.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkBfl93f8p0/TsPtSIFKtlI/AAAAAAAAEcw/0fxnz6-dt50/s400/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675640851079542354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday was my birthday! *cue for birthday song*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first birthday away from home. I didn't know what to expect ; fun filled one or a whole day of missing home. I have to say I have time for both. On Thursday night, after cleaning the kicthen area a little bit with May Jean, we then moved into my room to watch the latest episode of Forensic Heroes III and abit of the the first season Vampire Diaries when suddenly someone burst open the door to my room and sang the birthday song. Many many times. I blew out the candles, ate the cake and got some presents and cards. I have to admit, I almost cried because I was so damn touched. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sM8RrYM6-s/TsPtSUZgklI/AAAAAAAAEc8/aMaElMEcwaA/s400/DSCN0921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675640854386086482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday came. I had no class but the rest of them do. I initially planned to go down to the Waterstone's on Bold Street but got lazy so decided to stay in and miss home instead. By 5.00 Hsu Ann came by and waited for the rest of us to get ready and off we went to &lt;a href="http://ho-st.co.uk/"&gt;HOST&lt;/a&gt; on Hope Street for dinner. The dinner was alright I suppose. The food wasn't bad but they weren't too worth the money we paid. By 7 we were done for dinner and was undecided as to what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4wKLCAyoVM/TsPtS54D7aI/AAAAAAAAEdM/5ajujXdK-vA/s400/DSCN0971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675640864446344610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vincent gave a whole bunch of suggestions but everyone agreed on watching a movie so we went to Odeon in Liverpool One and watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdadZ_KrZVw"&gt;In Time&lt;/a&gt;. Now, that was the first time I watched a movie in UK because its crazy expensive. There are several things that were different about watching a movie in UK. Firstly, its free seating so if you want a good seat, you're going to have to go early instead of buying the tickets early. Secondly, they do start on time but its not the movie, they start the advertisement on time and that lasted for half an hour which almost put me to sleep. Lastly and the best of all, the movie is in high definition. Unlike back in Malaysia where its all pixelated. Its super duper clear here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7XQunsvQY-g/TsPtUbdJqsI/AAAAAAAAEdU/dgnGYSMiXvo/s400/DSCN0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675640890640149186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M9KfCAVhRo/TsPtU-t4s-I/AAAAAAAAEdc/BPYLpmgZ3wA/s400/DSCN0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675640900105581538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my next movie will probably be next year. Or when I really really need to watch the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to Meiquin, Mayjean, Thomas, Vincent, Josh, Rina, Joyce, Waipin, Xiaohui, Jianquan, Justina for the birthday I had in Liverpool. Thank you to Kexin and Pua Seng Yik who sent me a card and got me ice-cream from afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H63kQgOWSuQ/TsPyHsS7CXI/AAAAAAAAEds/Mjh3yhjwm7Q/s400/DSCN1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675646169380489586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I refuse to acknowledge that I am now 20. 19 is the correct number for me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3514516730421900230?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3514516730421900230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3514516730421900230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3514516730421900230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-friday-night.html' title='Last Friday Night'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkBfl93f8p0/TsPtSIFKtlI/AAAAAAAAEcw/0fxnz6-dt50/s72-c/DSCN0918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7964188326906888159</id><published>2011-11-16T06:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:25:25.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What blog?</title><content type='html'>I really should blog soon. Have so much to blog about but lazy to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7964188326906888159?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7964188326906888159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7964188326906888159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7964188326906888159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-blog.html' title='What blog?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5121707464898591122</id><published>2011-11-12T06:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T06:45:45.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Own</title><content type='html'>So after some sleep and a nice hot shower, my temper finally cooled down. I am no longer pissed at anything. Sometimes these things happen and at the end of the day, I cannot really blame anyone because it was all my decisions to begin with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the one who decided to join the Malaysian Society, to run for a post, to rely on their transportation plan instead of planning my own in October, for changing from bus to train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My decisions led to all these and I aint gonna get angry with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I got my ticket for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: small; "&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;22 today. Not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nottingham tomorrow! So excited to see whoever that is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5121707464898591122?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5121707464898591122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5121707464898591122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5121707464898591122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/own.html' title='Own'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2397534398050427356</id><published>2011-11-11T07:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:20:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Inefficiency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Title inspired by &lt;a href="http://joolyone.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-of-arrogant-stupidity.html"&gt;Miss Lim's post on her very own Malaysian Society&lt;/a&gt;. Let's see whose is worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where to start. Okay, let's start from the very beginning. This is going to be a mean ranty post so bear with me. I cannot promise this is a good story but what I can promise is that the Malaysian Society here is very inefficient and if there is one thing I cannot stand, it is inefficiency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first event the Malaysian Society held was the Ice Breaker. They promised Nasi Lemak and a good time to mingle. So we arrived early, as we usually do. Went into the hall and it was very busy, filled with people. It started with the President giving a speech and welcoming everyone to the society as well as run through the programmes from the year. Let me tell you this, nobody except those from BAC were listening to the President. Everyone was talking amongst themselves and this include the committee themselves. They were so loud that we couldn't even hear the president's speech. Then after the speech, it was time for games. During the introduction of the game, it caught a few people's attention but it was very short-lived. The game was extremely lame and we couldn't take the disrespect anymore and left early. If the committees themselves cannot respect each other enough to shut their mouth and listen for a few minutes, what do you expect from us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second event was the Annual General Meeting (AGM). This was suppose to start at 8.00 but some of the members couldn't respect the event enough and had to challenge the President there and then and this dragged on for almost half an hour. This behaviour is extremely unacceptable. The committee doesn't know how to control its members, poor leadership. Then the man who was in charge of the rooms in the Guild of Students had to call out the president twice (in a very rude manner) to make sure the president comply with the procedure to booking the room for the night. What a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after the AGM which wasn't an AGM at all, held the voting period for the members to vote for the new committees. Apparently one cannot vote unless they are a member. This is totally understood but the problem is that one is not a member unless he or she register himself with the guild. Let me go backwards a little bit, we all paid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);  line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;5 during the Ice Breaker for registration. So most of us think we are registered but in fact, we aren't so we had to register with the guild, then send the invoice to the Malaysian Society, then they will pay the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);  line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;5 we paid them to the guild to confirm our registration. How stupid is this system? Might as well just ask us to join ourselves in the first place, like all the other societies and clubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the voting period was over. For about two weeks, there was no result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGjYEpC2lTY/TrxpYubYOZI/AAAAAAAAEck/yTaduFX0Nyg/s400/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673525504080624018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am worried because even the president doesn't know the result! How can this be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they finally set the official AGM on my birthday which I don't even bother attending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the final straw. I know Cardiff has been planning the transport for the Nottingham Malaysian Games for almost a month before but our Liverpool Malaysian Society only announced two week before the games. No details, nothing. So they hired two buses to transport the athletes playing for the games and for other members to go. I managed to get my name on the bus list but May Jean, Thomas and Mei Quin didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day, one of the old committees posted this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcrL4LGE5Ss/TrxpYRUQEpI/AAAAAAAAEcU/w3I9A2J51OQ/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673525496266101394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May Jean and Thomas then decided to go so I thought, I'd go with them. For your information the bus cost &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);  line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;15 while the train cost &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);  line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;24. So they were gathering people to go, they had 8 but then 2 decided to pull out two days ago. I shall not bore you with details but all in all, yesterday itself we still didn't have a confirmation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7BaLG5wdmc/TrxpYBrFkuI/AAAAAAAAEcM/XtTSu_YJBzE/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673525492066915042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another 24hours passed, still no confirmation. I had to contact another committee to get through to this committee in which he said the cheapest we can get now is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);  line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;30 but didn't say if he bought the tickets for us. Waaa, somemore say will get back to me when he know. What bullshit! Now, Mayjean and Thomas isn't going anymore. So tomorrow I will go to the station to buy my own ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, the Liverpool Malaysian Society has the most unreliable committees ever! I relied on his statement that he is bringing the rest of the members there and gave up the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);  line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;15 bus seat to now subject myself to having to pay 100% more than the price of the bus seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm going to be honest, I am in rage at the Liverpool Malaysian Society and also kinda pissed at Mayjean and Thomas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not go as far as Kexin to say eff you because in truth, I don't want to eff anyone in the society but you guys are the most unreliable lot I've ever encountered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2397534398050427356?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2397534398050427356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/art-of-inefficiency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2397534398050427356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2397534398050427356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/art-of-inefficiency.html' title='The Art of Inefficiency'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGjYEpC2lTY/TrxpYubYOZI/AAAAAAAAEck/yTaduFX0Nyg/s72-c/Picture%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8602683163188182226</id><published>2011-11-08T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:23:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Rights</title><content type='html'>I often question why I picked this module. It does seem fairly easy on the surface but it requires so much reading and so much analysis and so much preparation just for one tutorial.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody shoot me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignment question should be coming round in the next two weeks. I just hope I picked the right module to score. Otherwise I can run myself into the wall and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though on a brighter note, it is extremely interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, my birthday was great! Thank you so much to those in Urban Sleep. I shall blog about it soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8602683163188182226?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8602683163188182226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/human-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8602683163188182226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8602683163188182226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/human-rights.html' title='Human Rights'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-6364770434483028091</id><published>2011-11-03T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:10:57.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasent surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFsdTONUVJY/TrKESHUz1gI/AAAAAAAAEcA/420rJhgshkc/s1600/Photo%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFsdTONUVJY/TrKESHUz1gI/AAAAAAAAEcA/420rJhgshkc/s400/Photo%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670740327551718914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a card sitting in my mailbox this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, its a birthday card from a Miss Lim Kexin all the way from Cardiff! Thank you so much. It was such a pleasent surprise. I miss you so much. See you during christmas. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-6364770434483028091?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6364770434483028091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/pleasent-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6364770434483028091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6364770434483028091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/pleasent-surprise.html' title='Pleasent surprise'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFsdTONUVJY/TrKESHUz1gI/AAAAAAAAEcA/420rJhgshkc/s72-c/Photo%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4820289390876070383</id><published>2011-11-01T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:12:43.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello November</title><content type='html'>November means &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowrimo.html"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I intended to start last night at 12am but was too caught up planning the London trip and I started feeling abit homesick so was not in the mood to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today however, I wrote a thousand plus words. Yes, I am so proud of myself. I never thought I'd be able to write a thousand words just like that. Although how the story went was not as planned. I really just wrote whatever that came to mind. I also gave the character a name. Yes, I also named it because it was the first chinese female name that I could think of. I gave it a chinese name because my character is a chinese female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49 thousand words to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://joolyone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kexin&lt;/a&gt; is doing it too. Good luck buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4820289390876070383?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4820289390876070383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4820289390876070383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4820289390876070383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-november.html' title='Hello November'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-727889253732642806</id><published>2011-10-28T06:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:02:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging because ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://speak-the-queen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meiquin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.taurusice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mayjean&lt;/a&gt; are also blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently in the Liverpool Sydney Jones Library with the two girls. We came here at this hour to print our EU Formative assessment answers because we were afraid that if we come tomorrow morning, it'll be a huge mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So upon printing, Meiquin decided to stay on to surf the net and blog. Somehow Mayjean decided to do so too, and now I too jumped on the band wagon. Peer pressure ya'know. Ohmaigoodness, I cannot type on this computer because the symbols are all different from those computers from Malaysia. It took me almost one minute to find the @ and another minute to find the ' when I wanted to type ya'know. Though I have to say that I appreciate the keyboards here having the £ because with my Macbook, I always google the words pound sign and then use copy and paste. How pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I ran out of things to bore you with about the keyboard or if you want to be mean, my stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I haven't gotten my costume for Halloween figured out. Let's hope I find something tomorrow or I'll be the odd one out at the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, the computer here doesn't allow me to publish. It doesn't like me. Oh and it doesn't like Mayjean too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- yannie -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-727889253732642806?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/727889253732642806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/blogging-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/727889253732642806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/727889253732642806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/blogging-because.html' title='Blogging because ..'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3550477015245584988</id><published>2011-10-27T08:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:08:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU Slave</title><content type='html'>Its 1.51am now and me and May Jean are both still trying to complete our EU work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't really have the mood to do it if not for May Jean. Somehow studying together is good. It helps push each other not to go watch shows online or get too excited about what's going on outside. I should do this more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to say I don't really like the education system here. They flood you with so much work that there is no time to do studying on your own. For the past two weeks, every single minute I have, I spent on either rushing a dead line or preparing for the coming tutorial or seminar. I have not read so much in all of my life. The only full judgement I have read back in Malaysia was the one for Company Law but as of today, I am proud to say that I have read at least 8 full judgements. Full as in every single word, no skimming and scanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and when I have a free one or two days, I'm already so bored and tired of reading those books and cases that I don't have the mood at all to do any studying on my own and just want to get out there and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I get used to this soon. This boredom and tiredness is building up like a volcanic mountain just waiting to explode all frustrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any tips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3550477015245584988?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3550477015245584988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-slave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3550477015245584988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3550477015245584988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-slave.html' title='EU Slave'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4304869045605777715</id><published>2011-10-27T07:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:44:14.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPTutk7u_Mw/TqihXwwcubI/AAAAAAAAEaU/WfqHqmxvbaY/s400/DSCN0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667957560642943410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It may be my only year here so I am extremely into doing anything that I will not have the chance to participate in Malaysia. Halloween is big in the US but UK is not that far off. I have yet seen a house very decorated but they have parties here so that's not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the spirit of Halloween, me and May Jean bought pumpkins to carve and decorate the outside of our flat. MeiQuin and Thomas thought it was unnecessary but they helped us out in doing it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jv1ILEVT_uA/TqifckQ4xaI/AAAAAAAAEZA/PTIiTguqXdM/s400/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667955444165428642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZE0NwJtgSA/Tqifc8YV0VI/AAAAAAAAEZM/ZLEPFDPgAqs/s400/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667955450639143250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lLamE_anG4/TqifdrD5YyI/AAAAAAAAEZY/7KVxMxVXIu8/s400/IMG_0553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667955463169860386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qghr3GPYbZI/TqifeIIzAiI/AAAAAAAAEZk/2Gkmfw6FBZ0/s400/IMG_0554.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667955470975042082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vP1xHOBgj2M/TqifelQBhPI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/8vBGFelFoDI/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667955478789981426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJOStLPQcI8/TqihXElj3LI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/6TnfVS2VmMY/s400/IMG_0564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667957548786113714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtAtmuglwOA/TqihXiwrTPI/AAAAAAAAEaI/-0sbT1n4tTs/s400/IMG_0570.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667957556885802226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you should try it too, if you can get hold of a big enough pumpkin, it is alot of fun. And also it helps release stress because you get to stab the pumpkin and saw through it. Muahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : The end of October means that NaNoWriMo is nearing! So exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4304869045605777715?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4304869045605777715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-prep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4304869045605777715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4304869045605777715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-prep.html' title='Halloween Prep'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPTutk7u_Mw/TqihXwwcubI/AAAAAAAAEaU/WfqHqmxvbaY/s72-c/DSCN0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1090134139872248976</id><published>2011-10-20T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:13:34.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>I found out about something called &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; last night from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1ssR41XKVI&amp;amp;feature=feedu"&gt;italktosnakes&lt;/a&gt; on Youtube. If you don't want to watch the video, NaNoWriMo is basically where you are required to write a novel (50,000 words) in a month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come nobody ever told me about this awesome thing before? I spent November sleeping for the 3 years I was in upper secondary school because no one told me about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I find that I may be able to write a novel with this push. I seem to always start and by chapters 5 or 6, I'd have given up because I got stuck. NaNoWriMo, due to the short time, won't give me time to get stuck so I will just keep writing. Totally love the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to do it this year but I doubt I can complete it because preparation for seminars and tutorials are crazy! I'll try. I will just continue from &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/light.html"&gt;Light&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/inches.html"&gt;Inches&lt;/a&gt; - I wonder if that's cheating? But I have so many ideas on it now. I will just continue on it anyway. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck on NaNoWriMo. Saying it somehow makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1090134139872248976?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1090134139872248976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1090134139872248976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1090134139872248976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4219157058279796571</id><published>2011-10-20T06:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T06:14:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty eventful. No, I'm lying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent most of my day coped up in my room studying Internet Law.  I honestly don't know what's gotten into me, that I am suddenly so eager to get a good grade even for an assessment which does not count to my final grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, at 6, I went for the Charity talk thingy - it was suppose to be helpful with Equity &amp;amp; Trust but I really don't see how everything connects. Yet I am proud to say that I fully understood what the man was talking about. *pats self on the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after the whole thing, I went to the library where the LMS interview session was held. We were required to log onto our Facebook and answer questions posted there. I honestly have to say I answered the worse among everyone and was completely honest which was why it was the worse answer. But no matter, all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I lose then so be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmaigoodddness, I am now hooked on the TVB series, Forensic Heros III!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4219157058279796571?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4219157058279796571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4219157058279796571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4219157058279796571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-well.html' title='Oh well'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3921555808986146343</id><published>2011-10-16T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:08:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun n Shorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jFrBjkV6k/TpsA0Q6Sd8I/AAAAAAAAEY0/GQssV94G3eQ/s1600/DSCN0893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 35px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jFrBjkV6k/TpsA0Q6Sd8I/AAAAAAAAEY0/GQssV94G3eQ/s400/DSCN0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664121854241175490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially a sleepyhead. Even in my not THAT comfortable bed, I managed to sleep for 11hours and still feel tired. I didn't experienced jetlag and just slept on until 10 which makes my first night in Liverpool's sleep number of hours go up to 12 hours! Yay me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I was completing my Trust and got hungry so I cooked Maggi Mee for myself and me and Meiquin just decided to go to the park for some pictures and fresh air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd finally upload some UK pictures here before they go up on Facebook this time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ClgO288ZZQQ/Tpr_fxiCBQI/AAAAAAAAEW4/aXB-10bqAIo/s400/DSCN0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664120402708923650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; 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-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Rtb6pOcI3A/TpsAognLQ5I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/ZR5_Sp_u0hA/s400/DSCN0889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664121652297548690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfjkPivfUP4/TpsApSl9AbI/AAAAAAAAEYc/zBK-eDdU2eg/s400/DSCN0892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664121665714192818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bv2ekHoo8gs/TpsAp2bXFgI/AAAAAAAAEYo/5PhJvzNBUGI/s400/DSCN0898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664121675333441026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3921555808986146343?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3921555808986146343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/sun-n-shorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3921555808986146343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3921555808986146343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/sun-n-shorts.html' title='Sun n Shorts'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jFrBjkV6k/TpsA0Q6Sd8I/AAAAAAAAEY0/GQssV94G3eQ/s72-c/DSCN0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-9205776480501843546</id><published>2011-10-14T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:22:04.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potterhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-has-magic-yo.html"&gt;About 5 months ago, I decided to read the Harry Potter book series&lt;/a&gt;. Instantly, I became a Potterhead. I'm even on &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore.html"&gt;Pottermore&lt;/a&gt;, went through being sorted by JK Rowling herself and ended up as a &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorted.html"&gt;Hufflepuff&lt;/a&gt;. - Mind you, I am still not satisfied and think she got it wrong. I should be in &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/gryffindor.html"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the books I read were not mine and that sucks. I like having my own books. My own new books. I rarely buy second hand books because I love the smell of new books. It is super normal for me to smell my book before I read it for the first time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/accio.html"&gt;finishing all seven books&lt;/a&gt;, I wanted to reread them all over again but I've returned the books already. Even if I still had it, I would have gone and bought my own set anyway. I checked and checked for the hardcover version of the books and couldn't find them in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm in the UK, I got my hardcover classic set and I even bought the three additional books JK Rowling wrote : Fantastic Beasts &amp;amp; Where to Find Them, Qudditch Through the Ages and Tales of Beedle the Bard. I wish she had more of those because she sure as hell isn't going to write another Harry Potter book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFgaM6oiAEc/TphS_TZyBNI/AAAAAAAAEWg/aUrY-tatAf0/s400/DSCN0860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663367778912044242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7vIQzVC3ffw/TphS_tLOrHI/AAAAAAAAEWs/1xa4_OIyRbU/s400/DSCN0859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663367785830329458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some think I'm abit too obsessed but c'mon, this is Harry Potter we're talking about. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm lucky, next summer, I'll be visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.universalorlando.com/harrypotter/"&gt;Wizarding World of Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.wbstudiotour.co.uk/"&gt;Warner Bros. Studio Tour London - Making of Harry Potter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me obsessed but I'm still waiting for my letter to Hogwarts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-9205776480501843546?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9205776480501843546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/potterhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/9205776480501843546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/9205776480501843546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/potterhead.html' title='Potterhead'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFgaM6oiAEc/TphS_TZyBNI/AAAAAAAAEWg/aUrY-tatAf0/s72-c/DSCN0860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4858952807248868888</id><published>2011-10-13T07:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:19:51.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Find me in London"</title><content type='html'>I know I have withheld this for some time now. It was a bit difficult to just post it on a public blog as it was embarrassing and stupid at the same time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am insane. I don't think so but I am a girl who believes that fairy tales exists and if John isn't my prince, I will somehow, someday find him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, some time before I came to the UK, I had a dream about &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/red.html"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt; again. We were walking together. Hand in hand and suddenly he came to a stop. I remember feeling worried. He then kissed me on my forehead and said : Find me in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if there was more that happened but that's all I could remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, shame on me. Dreaming about someone else when I'm in a relationship. But let me just clarify this again, Red is not that dreamy Prince Charming every fairy tale tells of. He's a best friend of mine. An imaginary best friend. Only a best friend who will tell me that &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/friend.html"&gt;things will be alright in my dreams&lt;/a&gt; when I need it the most. So yes, only a friend. I love John very much and nobody, not even Red is going to take that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am insane. The more I talk about it, the more I feel like I need help but I don't want help and it its not like I'm being very much affected by it, right? Now, the main question is that I might go to London next month. Do I try to find Red? If I do, how do I go about doing that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. I'm probably mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4858952807248868888?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4858952807248868888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/find-me-in-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4858952807248868888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4858952807248868888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/find-me-in-london.html' title='&quot;Find me in London&quot;'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2241279385784705937</id><published>2011-10-13T06:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T06:42:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUCxDVOVOlQ/TpYWbDaeX2I/AAAAAAAAEWI/JK8wfcJK-Uk/s1600/Photo%2B59.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUCxDVOVOlQ/TpYWbDaeX2I/AAAAAAAAEWI/JK8wfcJK-Uk/s400/Photo%2B59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662738235493605218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nobody reads this anyway and I am just too lazy to blog about Bath and Bristol here. If you'd like to know what I think or feel or experienced there, just drop me a comment cause I doubt anyone is reading this anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I got bored and starting making use of my Photobooth. Hey, gotta make full use of the Macbook now, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkhKXgmrSMk/TpYWaf2lbiI/AAAAAAAAEVk/1BFkhWm6CTU/s400/Photo%2B29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662738225947831842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YT00Ag24-HU/TpYWa7J7BqI/AAAAAAAAEV8/4soapMjyGMs/s400/Photo%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662738233276696226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifw_sckvftc/TpYWalM-VUI/AAAAAAAAEVw/DpmrUgXbqdw/s400/Photo%2B53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662738227383915842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I have four pimples and am ugly but whatever. Oh, that's my worry look, in case you cannot guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la, I shall just update a little bit. In point form. Har-de-ha-ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I asked to be in the Liverpool Malaysian Society's board of committee and am running for the post Social Rep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I think I made it into the Liverpool Badminton Team. I think because they didn't reject me but also did not call me for practice on Monday so I shall just wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I cooked Rendang yo! I obviously cheated but it was food made by me nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, just three points. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2241279385784705937?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2241279385784705937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-random.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2241279385784705937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2241279385784705937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-random.html' title='Super random'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUCxDVOVOlQ/TpYWbDaeX2I/AAAAAAAAEWI/JK8wfcJK-Uk/s72-c/Photo%2B59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5283374663405845168</id><published>2011-10-07T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:46:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where would I be?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were all talking about our primary and high school life. Looking back, I was one hell of a mess in Secondary 1. My grades were bad, my attitude was bad (probably still kinda bad now), and everything about me at that point in time, was going nowhere. I didn't like to study, I was too eager to impress my peers and at some point, I lost touch with my family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I am thankful that I got out of it. I got into a better class, got to know better people and became competitive in terms of academic which probably got me to where I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I went to bed last night, I cannot help thinking what I would I have become if I wasn't lucky and was stuck in that little hole. Would I be able to climb out of it myself and still be doing Law in Liverpool here or would I be doing some little diploma and out working?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to the past once in a while is a good thing because yesterday, I was reminded that I was never brilliant or extraordinarily smart, I was just lucky and a tad bit competitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5283374663405845168?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5283374663405845168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-would-i-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5283374663405845168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5283374663405845168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-would-i-be.html' title='Where would I be?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5267284140415336296</id><published>2011-10-05T04:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T04:35:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some weeks ago, I bought a floor mat which was purple from Primark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then for some reason, the purple floormat seem to turn the dust in my room purple too. I'm sorry if you find this gross but I find it highly amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HddYSifrjU/TottyP5WjGI/AAAAAAAAEVM/e4vFlO_i4io/s400/DSCN0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659738066749131874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGSC7pPaVj4/TottyiTwSqI/AAAAAAAAEVc/ja58xV5R2UM/s400/DSCN0767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659738071691709090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, very short post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, if anyone is wondering, my previous post is only something random. I came home from badminton and I suddenly felt like I needed to write that down. I don't know if it will remain as a random post or if it will blossom into a story so yeaaa.. let's just see how that goes. I am not emo or anything, just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5267284140415336296?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5267284140415336296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/purple-dust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5267284140415336296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5267284140415336296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/purple-dust.html' title='Purple dust'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HddYSifrjU/TottyP5WjGI/AAAAAAAAEVM/e4vFlO_i4io/s72-c/DSCN0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1165802499053761413</id><published>2011-09-27T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:56:39.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored II</title><content type='html'>I don't know how long it has been since I blogged because I feel boring but now is definitely one of those times. Its 2.50pm here and I am waiting for 3.30pm to head to my EU Law class.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I really hate waiting for time to pass. Another thing I discover that I really hate is laundry. I suppose sweeping, and mopping the floor is okay. Cooking is kinda fun when time is on my side but I really really hate laundry. I freak at the idea of putting my clothes in in one colour and taking it out another. To top it off, the dryer in this building is messed up so we have to go over to Hsu Ann's residence hall to wash and dry our clothes. That is not the problem. The problem is how time consuming it is. To wash, it is already 40minutes then to dry, its another hour. So yes, bottom line, I hate laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should also wash the floor mat, its getting awfully dirty but I am just too lazy. Yay me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, so this is what happens when I get bored. I complain. Haha, so typical Yannie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to post up pictures soon, I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1165802499053761413?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1165802499053761413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/bored-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1165802499053761413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1165802499053761413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/bored-ii.html' title='Bored II'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7732758475822117536</id><published>2011-09-25T07:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:15:21.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Random Facts About Me : I Miss Edition</title><content type='html'>If you don't already know, I am in Liverpool. Yes, like the football club except I am not in the football place. It is a city in England which is far away from my home. I've been here for about 10days, I don't know, I think its 10 days because I can't count properly but well, let's just say 10 days. It was a bit tough settling in so yes, this is the top 5 things I miss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Dad, Mom, Willie and John. I miss hearing the Bejeweled sound coming from my dad's room while he plays the game. I miss my mom bringing in chinese tea and fruits for me. I miss her nagging. I miss Willie barging in my room and sharing snacks with him. I miss the supper bonding sessions. I miss John and getting hugs. Need I elaborate more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The food and most importantly, the PJ Bak Kut Teh. Yes yes, I know some people think I am the biggest idiot on earth because I eat Bak Kut Teh in PJ and not Klang but honestly, I only like the one in PJ and I only eat the one in PJ. If I crave for Bak Kut Teh, that is the ONLY one that will satisfy my cravings because I like the soup. If it ever closes down, I think my world will end and I will never eat Bak Kut Teh anymore. Right now, I crave for Bak Kut Teh and also the soup at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Driving. Its probably a UK thing to walk, walk and walk. Back home, the only time I will walk is when I am in a shopping centre or to the car park. Never in my life have I walked this far and it amazes me how far I have walked since I arrived. Everytime I see a car pass by, I wish I had one too. Its worse when I see a Ford Fiesta because it will remind me of being driven around by John in his Fiesta. I don't mind driving or being driven around but walking is really .. I don't doubt that by walking, I do see more things but when it comes to getting groceries done, it is madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) My Unifi. The connection is probably very good everywhere else in England but here, in my room. The landline sucks, the wifi is always disconnecting. My iPhone is now as useful as a Nokia 3320. I don't have 3G to use because I didn't sign a plan but choose to use Lebara which is mainly to call home. So yes, I really miss my Unifi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) My bolster. I can't seem to find a bolster here and its so frustrating. I cannot sleep well without my bolster. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7732758475822117536?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7732758475822117536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-random-facts-about-me-i-miss-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7732758475822117536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7732758475822117536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-random-facts-about-me-i-miss-edition.html' title='5 Random Facts About Me : I Miss Edition'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2681835338178557777</id><published>2011-09-24T06:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T06:22:49.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUoY1ZPZnbg/Tn0GZy_1fgI/AAAAAAAAEVE/MXenzG6v9nM/s1600/IMG_0402.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUoY1ZPZnbg/Tn0GZy_1fgI/AAAAAAAAEVE/MXenzG6v9nM/s400/IMG_0402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655683747303226882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since arriving at Liverpool, so many unexpected things took place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people I least expect will be nice to me, am extremely nice to me while the people I least expect to be selfish, turns out to be extremely selfish. The people I least expect to get into a row with, I had to tolerate their quirks but the people I most expect to encounter problems with, I seem to get along with him/her well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room turns out to be exactly like in the pictures which were not expected but the whole flat turned out to be extremely dirty, also unexpected. I knew darn well that food here are expensive but the price here is really beyond expectation. I also never thought I would save on food. Its just not something I would do ; saving on food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I should just end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2681835338178557777?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2681835338178557777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2681835338178557777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2681835338178557777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUoY1ZPZnbg/Tn0GZy_1fgI/AAAAAAAAEVE/MXenzG6v9nM/s72-c/IMG_0402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3246410158158465733</id><published>2011-09-17T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:22:54.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Liverpool</title><content type='html'>Hello to whoever is reading this, I'm finally blogging from Liverpool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment I am too lazy to blog about anything so yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, Liverpool is really nice. The buildings here amazes me but it wasn't fun walking around half sick. The shopping is great but I miss driving because here, we have to walk like everywhere which is really tiring and you can't buy everything at one go because me and Mei Quin don't have enough hands and strenght to carry them all the way back to our little flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really get the videos from Mei Quin then I'll post my first vlog. I just hope it turns out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3246410158158465733?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3246410158158465733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-liverpool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3246410158158465733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3246410158158465733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-liverpool.html' title='From Liverpool'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2028611052594709162</id><published>2011-09-11T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:20:49.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cut my hair recently and I think its one of the worst things I ever did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdXJI9JjGBs/TmuOLpP6twI/AAAAAAAAEU8/RxIM4exD2Cg/s400/Photo%2B30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650766488168740610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it looks good on me but I am starting to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chun Kit, if by any chance you are reading this, yes I think I look bimbo too. You're right and I aint arguing with you this time. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2028611052594709162?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2028611052594709162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2028611052594709162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2028611052594709162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdXJI9JjGBs/TmuOLpP6twI/AAAAAAAAEU8/RxIM4exD2Cg/s72-c/Photo%2B30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5357811007521631590</id><published>2011-09-11T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:16:41.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the moment</title><content type='html'>Maybe its one of my blogging patterns; that I post a few blogposts at one go. Perhaps the explaination to this is that once I get into the blogging mood, I just keep having things I would like to blog about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few hours ago, YeeLing asked me how do I feel at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am still excited nonetheless but I am more reluctant to leave. I will miss my family alot. I will miss John alot and I will miss the monthly dinners and the fun sessions which follows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I am also scared. Scared of what lies ahead. I am not one for uncertainties and putting myself out there where I will have no one to count on but Meiquin is scary. Not that Meiquin is not dependable and I cannot think of a better person to count on but sometimes, there are things that even she cannot help me with and I am so afraid that I will come across much of such encounters. There is just too much uncertainties involved and it seems like going on that plane is a big gamble in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from all that, I think I am pretty much prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will re-pack everything and have the final zip up. And in no time, I will be flying off to Liverpool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5357811007521631590?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5357811007521631590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5357811007521631590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5357811007521631590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-moment.html' title='At the moment'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-115391656736318223</id><published>2011-09-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:52:16.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Random Facts About Me : The Weird Things I Packed for UK Edition</title><content type='html'>So Mr.Pua Seng Yik was telling me that I really should stop blogging about things that I dislike and do more 5 Random Facts About Me so yes, here I am doing it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This edition will be about the top 5 weirdest things (in no particular order) I decided to bring to UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Face masks. This isn't exactly weird but it is when I have what everyone says is a small bag. I bought a box of My Beauty Diaries face masks somewhere in June and haven't gotten round to using them yet so I thought I would just bring it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Monopoly Deal. Its just a game Samantha got me hooked on and since its in card form and hence, small in size, I decidedly to just bring it. Who knows, we might want to have a games night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) My instax mini pictures. If you don't already know, I used to stick those pictures on my wall and I recently took them down and pack it in so that I could decorate my room. Yes, people are thinking whether or not to bring hairdryer or an additional jacket and I am thinking about room decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) A small clutch. If you know me, you'd know that I am not a huge party goer girl. I like to be alone, light a scented candle, have Taylor Swift played at the background while I laze about and read a book. That is my me time so why did I bring the clutch for? I don't really know. Especially since I didn't bring any dresses, bringing this clutch is somehow out of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) All my nail polishes. I don't know if most girls do bring but if it was a year ago, I know I wouldn't have. I have no idea why I want to being my nail polishes but I feel that it is very important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe the list isn't weird. I don't really know what people usually bring so I just picked out the 5 most out of place things that's sitting in my luggage now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see my previous 5 Random Facts About Me post, click &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/5-random-facts-about-me-i-secretly-wish.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-115391656736318223?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115391656736318223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-random-facts-about-me-weird-things-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/115391656736318223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/115391656736318223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-random-facts-about-me-weird-things-i.html' title='5 Random Facts About Me : The Weird Things I Packed for UK Edition'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2790414784043351921</id><published>2011-09-09T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:31:20.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiSswimVFlo/TmuCSLyZu6I/AAAAAAAAEU0/wgPG5u9XErk/s1600/Picture%2B2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am currenly having another headache. Maybe its because I was reading in the car and my room is currently feeling pretty stuffy. Whatever the reason, I sure hope it goes away soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's move backwards to this morning. Lately, the first thing I do is always to check my email. Honestly, I am not awaiting for any specific email but it has just became a habit for me. This morning, as usual I woke up and the first thing I do is to check my email using my phone. Sitting in my inbox and greeted me was my Pottermore email. I was beyond happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, after logging on and everything. I've got to say that I am impressed by the website but I find it quite annoying that I have to keep clicking on links after links for extra reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the worst thing that happened at Pottermore was being sorted. I have always been afraid of being in the house I don't want to be. If I had to choose my preferred house in order, it would be Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and lastly Hufflepuff. Yes yes, I dislike Hufflepuff the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that I most dislike Hufflepuff, I got sorted into Hufflepuff. Can you believe it? Of the many many tests I've taken (out of boredom) to see which Hogwarts house I would be in, I've always either got Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Never ever once have I gotten Hufflepuff. I am extremely sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. John would be celebrating. I am considering registering again when it is open to the public so that I would get into a different house or to reconfirm if I am a real Hufflepuff. Hey, even Harry himself doubted so I am allowed to doubt and the only way to confirm is to redo it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a printscreen of how it the frontpage and my profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btYvE6xlsV4/TmuCSBhzGzI/AAAAAAAAEUs/hBNozovs-qg/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650753403625872178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiSswimVFlo/TmuCSLyZu6I/AAAAAAAAEU0/wgPG5u9XErk/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650753406379867042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you're wondering, my background is yellow because I am a Hufflepuff. It will depend on your house colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2790414784043351921?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2790414784043351921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2790414784043351921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2790414784043351921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorted.html' title='Sorted'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btYvE6xlsV4/TmuCSBhzGzI/AAAAAAAAEUs/hBNozovs-qg/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5500860261308706525</id><published>2011-09-06T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:12:08.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could do all these only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYI1aq-Lyos/TmT0unaKwzI/AAAAAAAAEUk/HCNpStyx8QQ/s1600/tumblr_lr1qilZwk21qzwyfio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYI1aq-Lyos/TmT0unaKwzI/AAAAAAAAEUk/HCNpStyx8QQ/s400/tumblr_lr1qilZwk21qzwyfio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648908914319344434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... my life would be perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5500860261308706525?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5500860261308706525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only-i-could-do-all-these-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5500860261308706525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5500860261308706525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only-i-could-do-all-these-only.html' title='If only I could do all these only'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYI1aq-Lyos/TmT0unaKwzI/AAAAAAAAEUk/HCNpStyx8QQ/s72-c/tumblr_lr1qilZwk21qzwyfio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-60047358883009979</id><published>2011-09-05T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:44:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>The key to life is always balance. Or at least that's how I think it should be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched a video on how this girl is telling people not to be bullied and stuff. She is telling everyone that they are beautiful and people who sit down and list down all your flaws is just low and have no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do not agree with bullying as well. However, I do think that some people who gets bullied (in a minimal sense) somehow deserves it. People don't just call you ugly or stupid for nothing. Maybe you ARE ugly and maybe you ARE stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being bullied doesn't always have to be negative. It doesn't always mean that the bullies are 100% wrong and that you're oh-so-special. Sometimes you gotta take a step back and assess yourself. Don't go thinking that the bully is being mean and that you're so very special because most of the time, its never like that. Reality isn't like in the movies. In movies, the good people get bullied but in real life, most of those who get called horrible names, more often than not, are exactly what they are getting called for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly feel very very bad for people who are being bullied for no apparent reasons, I do. But I cannot stand it when annoying people cry when someone calls them annoying. All of the sudden, the person who calls the person annoying is mean and a bully, just cause they are speaking the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel like if someone say or does something, there is always a reason. Find out the reason then decide whether you are really that bloody special and that the person is so bloody mean or if that person is speaking the truth because if its just the truth, then you seriously got to look at yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, honesty is the best policy, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get horrible adjectives attached to me too, like mean, horrible, ugly and bitchy. I don't really deny that because sometimes I am very mean and horrible and bitchy and although I don't find myself ugly, I've never termed myself as very pretty anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm saying is, don't always blame people for what they say because you'll be surprised how you are the one who gives them that idea in the first place. Either by dressing like a slut or always asking stupid questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-60047358883009979?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/60047358883009979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/60047358883009979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/60047358883009979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3718801238827738466</id><published>2011-09-04T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:06:13.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac &amp; Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbPzTzGVxmA/TmJdrIDkj8I/AAAAAAAAETo/aaizRIN0s5Y/s1600/IMG_0362.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbPzTzGVxmA/TmJdrIDkj8I/AAAAAAAAETo/aaizRIN0s5Y/s400/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648179878154244034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I posted that &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-john.html"&gt;I bought a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese : Spongebob shape&lt;/a&gt;. Never had a chance to try it out until last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aR3pUtOEb-4/TmJdrm4uCgI/AAAAAAAAETw/BeHx0XQHR44/s400/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648179886430226946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oiTLGrUCZ_A/TmJdr1PK7zI/AAAAAAAAET4/qYFQi3BuURg/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648179890282491698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDa5CTHwRFA/TmJdsJ7dfLI/AAAAAAAAEUA/enOIn_5r9zE/s400/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648179895836966066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right out of the box, can you spot the shapes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNz5STooSa0/TmJdscEWL-I/AAAAAAAAEUI/nC7SSlH4J24/s400/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648179900706074594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boiled. Shape is still there, or at least I could see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uv5hVsCaC-Y/TmJd1zjJfYI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/Ys97gW7op5Y/s400/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648180061628104066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FTvyy8yTVU/TmJd2MGQraI/AAAAAAAAEUY/8PuJxg4QNjw/s400/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648180068217826722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After mixing everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does it taste? Well, me and my brother didn't like it. The cheese tasted like it had orange essence in it. Maybe we are just not used to the taste because I am sure this taste awesome to some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is still super cute though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3718801238827738466?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3718801238827738466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/mac-cheese.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3718801238827738466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3718801238827738466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/mac-cheese.html' title='Mac &amp; Cheese'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbPzTzGVxmA/TmJdrIDkj8I/AAAAAAAAETo/aaizRIN0s5Y/s72-c/IMG_0362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7755033785554874552</id><published>2011-09-04T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:54:36.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilt ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that after this post, you people will think I am lifeless but I care not and want to post this anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be able to boast about how I don't have spilt ends, how my hair is oh-so-nice. However, ever since I started straightening and perming my hair, it has been badly damaged. Further, before this haircut (which was months ago anyway), I had not cut my hair for about 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one who knows how to care for my hair well so I don't expect it to be super tamed and well maintained but I definitely did not expect to have spilt ends on almost every strand of hair. Yes, almost all of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I got bored so I took out the scissors and start cutting off the spilt ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3lT4yMmNnE/TmJa-647l9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/VxutiuZnvtM/s400/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648176919682455506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoom in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkjx6Y0dwno/TmJa_0nRiLI/AAAAAAAAETg/C5gqibfIRqo/s400/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648176935177652402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPja2YmcD1I/TmJa_g4J_jI/AAAAAAAAETY/47wb5KWoryY/s400/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648176929879752242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XMJYu588jUk/TmJa-js9UxI/AAAAAAAAETI/LfTKsIOBX5c/s400/IMG_0358.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648176913458221842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure you can see some of the spilt ends. I suppose splitting hair isn't such a hard thing to do when your ends are already messed up. This is not the whole head. My eyes got tired so I stopped but in my opinion, it is bad enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you compete? Willie can, he had spilt ends on his eye brows. Funny huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if you find this post gross. Sometimes, I am kinda gross. John would agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7755033785554874552?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7755033785554874552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/spilt-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7755033785554874552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7755033785554874552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/spilt-ends.html' title='Spilt ends'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3lT4yMmNnE/TmJa-647l9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/VxutiuZnvtM/s72-c/IMG_0359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2293296657998435154</id><published>2011-09-03T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:48:35.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True colours</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was kinda of a farewell dinner for Me, Siokai, Adrian and Kenny. In a way I guess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at Yit Man, 19mall and took the session over to Darryl's house. We played Taboo which the Black team won by 17 points. After Taboo, Jesslyn and Adrian had to leave but the games didn't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next game is actually called "Quack Quack". Basically, everyone sits in a circle and you pull one person out who will be blindfolded to be in the middle. Then everyone else will shift places and be very very quiet so that the blindfolded person cannot tell who is where. Then the blindfolded person will hit someone with the pillow. The person who got hit by the pillow will have to say quack quack but must make it sound like someone else so that the blindfolded guy cannot guess. He will get two tries or he loses and suffer punishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This game was soo funny, I think I laughed throughout which most of the time gave it away because I couldn't pull off another voice while laughing. Chun Kit is just as bad at this as I am. Maybe we're already so familiar with each other voices', nobody lost in this game. At the end of the game, my cheeks and stomach was already aching from the laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last game is called The Question Game. Here, you spilt into two teams then each team will send a representative out. The game master will then have to give a situation (eg : you're in a petshop) then the two representative will have to keep asking questions. Nobody can answer. This will go on until either one laughs or lags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how it should go :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A : How much for that dog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B : Where do you put the cat food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A : Do you have a toy poodle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B : How do I bath hamsters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The key is to ask a non-expected question to throw the opponent off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My team won for this game. I think I won every round I played. Siokai was known to be the least good one yet she was the one who single handedly defeated 4 boys. The questions were crazy and absolutely funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, it was a night full of laughter. I will definitely miss these little sessions. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid that two years later, we are all too old for games like these. That'd be too sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2293296657998435154?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2293296657998435154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-colours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2293296657998435154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2293296657998435154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-colours.html' title='True colours'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-6421473176062014496</id><published>2011-09-03T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:44:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle name?</title><content type='html'>I got an email from University of Liverpool recently to register myself as a student online.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every registration form will always ask for your name first. This registration is not a blank piece of paper you should fill in, but a registration form to confirm your details. I already have problems with the first part ; my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They filled my name as such :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Name : Yan Nie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Name : Yannie Th'ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Middle Name : -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is wrong but I cannot correct them as well because I am unsure where to put my chinese name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad said that when I come back from UK, we will go and change my name. Remove the front Yannie. So that I would not encounter more complications in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-6421473176062014496?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6421473176062014496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/middle-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6421473176062014496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6421473176062014496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/middle-name.html' title='Middle name?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8666700373116389108</id><published>2011-09-01T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:57:14.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've spent the last three days with John. It was pretty eventful, for our standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 - Day trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RMm557UywQ/Tl-qQX7FMMI/AAAAAAAAESw/nTbE3HFS4uc/s400/IMG_0355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647419656022339778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We initially wanted to go somewhere sunny because I am going to be in the cold English weather for the next nine months. Problem was all the nice beaches are really far away or at least not near enough for a day trip so we ended up going to Genting Highlands because I wanted to ride roller coasters and John hasn't been there since he was really young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJWs3p2hkFs/Tl-qQGQjl9I/AAAAAAAAESo/wW6f6sxW0yo/s400/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647419651280574418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had McDonald's before heading that way. By 9, we were already lining up for the theme park tickets and immediately after we bought our tickets, we went on rides. I think this trip is by far the one where I hoped on the most rides. We did all the major rides but I've gotta say that they weren't as scary as they looked. Even the Space Shot (Solero Shot) was not scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genting was super crowded that day by the way because it was Hari Raya. When we wanted to have lunch, everywhere was full. We finally had lunch and went to the arcade to play some games like we were kids. In the end, we won these two toys and named them Nom Nom and Mon Mon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1d67JN0ih0/Tl-qQxGdYfI/AAAAAAAAETA/KM9XUj9wJjM/s400/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647419662780948978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh oh, we already went for bumper car and its been so long since I played bumper car. Now what different is that the bumper cars were all left hand drive so that was a bit weird for me but I had fun. While lining up for bumper car, we met this girl who keep cutting the line to get to the front of the line to play again but she couldn't get past John and when it was our turn, she was sooo lucky to be able to play with us big kids because John really disliked how she thinks she's young and she can get her ways. So John ended up targeting her most and he didn't go easy. When he bumped her, it was so hard that her whole body moves to the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Cheras for dinner then back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 - Nasi Lemak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John slept over so we had brunch together. He wanted to bring me to this place in Damansara Uptown. Apparently it has the best Nasi Lemak ever. Sadly, it wasn't open so we headed to OneUtama instead and ate Fish &amp;amp; Co.. We walked around and ended up in Tutti Fruti - Hehe. Walked some more and bought Elmo and Cookie Monster shirts then into Toys 'R' Us to buy Monopoly Deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home by 2pm and rewatch Fast 5. I still think the movie was sooo good. I like the car Gal Gadot was driving when they were attempting the thingy which I don't know how to describe here. After that John Facebooked while I watch the Summer Finale of Pretty Little Liars. Honestly, it was a really really good episode. I totally love it! Such a cliff hanger though which kind of sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the rest of the day playing Monopoly Deal. And I spent the night at John's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 - Lee's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was at John's house for the night. Why? Because I was invited to join them for their family outing. I met his grandparents (mother's side) for the second time and the first comment I got from his grandmother was that I got fatter. Yay me. I got to tour his grandparent's house and I've got to say, it was quite nice. His grandfather likes to make things out of recycled stuff and some of them are actually pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went to a restaurant called Pan Heong. The place was so crowded with people, we waited for half an hour for a table. Had nice chinese food. Then we went to Ampang Grocers. Its something like 99 Speedmart but it carries alot of American brands. One of the first things I saw was the Wonko candies. Then as I continued browsing, I laid eyes on Kraft Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese. They has the macaroni in Spongebob shapes so I kind of just had to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bS_oSWjuSCw/Tl-qQiP45oI/AAAAAAAAES4/gKiJBhmmvDA/s400/Photo%2B29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647419658793969282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed back to John's house and laid around, be lazy. Around 4 John forced me to help him wash his car. Fun fact : John uses more products to wash his car than I do on my face. I found that fascinating, don't you? So after washing his car, we had to quickly shower and off we are to Aman Suria for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was my three days with John.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize if you find this post rather messy. I didn't see a point splitting them. Also forgive me for the lack of pictures, I am just lazy like that and that's something I find difficult to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to : Taylor Swift - Long Live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8666700373116389108?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8666700373116389108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8666700373116389108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8666700373116389108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-john.html' title='With John'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RMm557UywQ/Tl-qQX7FMMI/AAAAAAAAESw/nTbE3HFS4uc/s72-c/IMG_0355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7435382282796924025</id><published>2011-08-28T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:26:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyslexia</title><content type='html'>The problem with me not being able to spell is probably because I have a very very minor case of Dyslexia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you check on the symptoms on Dyslexia, you'll find that I am not really spot on but I googled the term for people who can't spell and this is the only thing that came up besides stupid, uneducated and idiotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would probably die if not for spell check on computers and the like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7435382282796924025?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7435382282796924025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/dyslexia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7435382282796924025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7435382282796924025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/dyslexia.html' title='Dyslexia'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4196441508156570310</id><published>2011-08-28T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:23:07.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a series of dreams. They weren't very certain. Part and parcel of a story but the most vivid one is definitely the one where &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/red.html"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt; was in it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was crying and he was just sitting there with me in silence. Then right before I woke up, he whispered into my ear that everything will be alright. At that point right before I got up, I felt like things will actually be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that at least I still had a friend to tell me that. Even if that friend is a part of my imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this time I saw how Red look like but I just cannot remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4196441508156570310?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4196441508156570310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4196441508156570310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4196441508156570310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-1512237622488265928</id><published>2011-08-27T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:44:16.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially scared</title><content type='html'>After what happened yesterday and today, I am now officially scared of you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I get scared easily. Yes, in fact, I do get scared easily but once I'm scared, it sorta sticks. Like. Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how I am going to get through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-1512237622488265928?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1512237622488265928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/officially-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1512237622488265928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/1512237622488265928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/officially-scared.html' title='Officially scared'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8460344130082553981</id><published>2011-08-23T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:16:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>No, I did not see an angel or experience some kind of goddess' power.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just think its quite amazing how I can look back at the last week and come to one simple short conclusion; I did nothing productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to lie, because there were some highlights of that week but generally, I didn't watch Three Kingdom like I planned to (you don't know how much this show might advance your knowledge), the project I am working on with Kexin and Mr.Pua didn't progress as much as we liked it to, I didn't read the Dan Brown books and I sure as hell didn't redo my Trust notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what exactly was I doing? Well, I slept quite a lot, ate a decent amount, stalk people on Facebook mostly and err, I think that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, I spent almost every 5 minutes every single day checking my email, hoping and wishing that my Pottermore email will come. The day I can enter Pottermore might possibly be the day I can die a happy Potter fan. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty amazing, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, did I also tell you that I am now abit reluctant to leave for the UK? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8460344130082553981?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8460344130082553981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8460344130082553981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8460344130082553981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7975850969349491839</id><published>2011-08-21T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:35:57.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Wrong!</title><content type='html'>I am extremely emo at the moment because my Harry Potter hardcover books are all sold out! Like sold out and if I want, I'd have to buy it at double the original price.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I am extremely EMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it off, I can't play Sims Social which makes me feel all the more worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYTHING IS WRONG! WRONG I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PFFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7975850969349491839?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7975850969349491839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-all-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7975850969349491839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7975850969349491839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-all-wrong.html' title='It&apos;s All Wrong!'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2117411754118571517</id><published>2011-08-18T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:45:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know that I hardly read the newspaper or is aware of any news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the reasons is because everytime I flip the newspaper open, all I see is depressing news. Today my dad showed me pictures of victims who got splashed acid. I cringed at those sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason is that news are always hanging and I just dislike that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to seeing depressing news. Everyday you'd read about where and where had an earthquake and how many people died or who and who got robbed or kidnapped or murder or raped. These kinda things play into my mind and I feel really really scared. It is different from reading books because in the book, even if someone really died, it isn't real and nobody was really hurt. Newspaper on the other hand talks about real bad people who really would pour acid over others etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take for instance my YMCA incident. I decided to make a complaint and it is a good thing that they are looking into it but when they asked me to head over to hear my story, I just refuse to. What if the person I complained about gets fired? Serve her right? No. She might hate me for life and make it her life mission to have me killed. Afterall, she has access to my personal information. People are capable of all these and that makes me very scared. When I walk, I am constantly afraid that someone would be following me, waiting for that open window to strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I begin to question whether my career path is even right for me. Yes, I do want to be a public prosecutor and put all the bad people in one place where they can kill each other. But I run the risk for getting myself killed. Is that worth it? Some may say yes but I am selfish and I don't think it is worth dying for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world isn't safe. Nowhere is safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, how did I get here? Oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : I cannnoooottt wait for my Pottermore welcome email. So excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2117411754118571517?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2117411754118571517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/newspaper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2117411754118571517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2117411754118571517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/newspaper.html' title='Newspaper'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8234546202128014706</id><published>2011-08-16T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:11:18.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice man</title><content type='html'>I had the worst YMCA Parking experience ever!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I didn't have enough small change to pay for my parking fees today so I went over to the counter to request that I make my payment at the counter as I didn't have change. The women didn't even check if they really had change or not but told me that I cannot pay my parking at the front desk, only via the machine and it isn't her problem that I didn't have any small change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to Shiok and the laundry shop at the side to ask for change and they both refused me. I ended up going into my car and digging for every single coin I could find. So I thought I'd finally have enough. Little did I know my parking fee came up to rm14. I wasn't sure if I had enough coins or not but that was my last hope. At this point I was already very pissed and if I still couldn't pay, I wanted to just drive my car and run over the barrier. So I put in coin after coin. Mind you, it wasn't all 5o cent coins. It was alot of 20cents as well as 10cents so you can imagine how much coins that was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up having less than needed for payment. Thank goodness the indian man behind me offered rm2 to me to pay for my parking. I really cannot be more thankful to that man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson of the day : Some people are really nasty but nice people still exists and I promise that if the person in front of me next time, don't have enough to pay for parking, I will without a doubt offer my rm2 to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8234546202128014706?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8234546202128014706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/nice-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8234546202128014706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8234546202128014706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/nice-man.html' title='Nice man'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3089267357390136800</id><published>2011-08-14T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:06:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW8Xaz_zegU/TkdzoQq3OII/AAAAAAAAESY/bv31K3rX5J4/s1600/DSCN0656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW8Xaz_zegU/TkdzoQq3OII/AAAAAAAAESY/bv31K3rX5J4/s400/DSCN0656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640604193811544194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a very bad headache today. I tried the 100plus thing but it doesn't seem to work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, my dad insist that I do a trial pack to see if my bag is big enough or if I need to use a bigger bag or find a way to compress my stuff so that it fits. So pack I did and I'm quite proud to say that everything fits and I in fact still have some space left for other not so important things like food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its a month away and I'm packed. Very lazy to unpack at the moment so I will just live out of my luggage for the few weeks before I pack them all up again, nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I better go have some rest now. Bloody headache is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3089267357390136800?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3089267357390136800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/packed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3089267357390136800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3089267357390136800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/packed.html' title='Packed'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW8Xaz_zegU/TkdzoQq3OII/AAAAAAAAESY/bv31K3rX5J4/s72-c/DSCN0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-3688426294369485340</id><published>2011-08-13T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:07:14.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results.eilts.org/</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you've already seen my Facebook, you'd have already known two things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I didn't get band 7.5 for every component&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The one that didn't make it was the Writing one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'll let you know one more thing. That is for my Reading, I got 8.5 which is my highest! Say whaaat? Yeap, I got the highest for the component that I am least confident about. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I feel that everytime I least expect something, it just happens to drop into my hands like that. My expectations on the other hand has never ever been met. Like ever! Take my ALevels for example, I didn't thought I would score an A for Economics because truthfully, A2 Economics is a pain in the arse but I got it anyway. As for Law, I knew that I wouldn't get an A but I was quite sure I'd score a B but no, I got a C instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, maybe I should really just stop expecting. Then everything will come to me. Hah! If only life was that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the big question is : What now? Do I resit the paper? Do I do it here or wait until I'm in UK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to help me answer them? Am abit lost as to what exactly should my next move be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me doesn't want to try it again. What if I score lower than this one? That is my biggest fear. I've never really been very consistent with what I do best anyway. All because I just am not good at anything in particular. Today I can be good at Reading but tomorrow I may have to kill myself for sucking so bad at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I find myself pretty amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-3688426294369485340?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3688426294369485340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/resultseiltsorg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3688426294369485340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/3688426294369485340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/resultseiltsorg.html' title='results.eilts.org/'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2881326289387476499</id><published>2011-08-12T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:02:53.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Unconditional offer [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;✓&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAS Letter [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;✓&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visa [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;✓&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flight Ticket [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 16px;  font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;✓&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the only thing left to do is really just packing and then its off to the University of Liverpool. My flight is about a month away and right now, I am so very excited because I will finally buy my Harry Potter books and other stuff that I do not want to share at the moment, there! But I am also scared because I do not know how to clean or do laundry or even cook a full meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that within this one month, I will have learnt how to do all those at the very basic level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I am now working on a project with Kexin and Sengyik which I am soo very excited about. Just hope it turns out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2881326289387476499?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2881326289387476499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2881326289387476499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2881326289387476499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/left.html' title='Left'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7663910167531340485</id><published>2011-08-10T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:21:15.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Smurf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="200" height="143" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fh7m0N-ZBmE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note : Please play this video for added "feel".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxsh0QJj83o/TkKtoiCijGI/AAAAAAAAESI/HFtPox1qC_s/s1600/smurfs_dtop_800_gutsy_net_nt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes this is about the small blue stuff who adds "smurf" into almost every word they say. When I first saw the poster in TGV, Sunway Pyramid, I didn't even think about watching it but fate does funny things because while I was on Youtube, I accidentally clicked on the trailer, no joke. After watching the trailer I became smurfdicted and started watching more and more smurf related videos. I wanted to watch the movie so baaad.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjSj_HpP7GI/TkKv1QJ5tYI/AAAAAAAAESQ/jAlGa1WsIfQ/s400/Smurfs-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639263012825707906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the trailer :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7emiua3X4p4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're not Smurfhooked on it yet then you have no heart. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm weird so my favourite Smurf is Gutsy. It was a tough decision between Brainy and Gutsy. Those of you who think it would be Smurfette soo do not know me. *rolls eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I like Gutsy because he sounds really funny in the trailer. If there is one smurf to bring them all back to their smurftastic village while avoiding Gargamel capturing them, it would be Gutsy because he obviously has alot of guts. In a huge city they are unfamiliar with, even Brainy may not be able to plan and calculate everything. While being on the run and hunting for their exit, following instincts is very important. Gutsy is a doer and doers are always better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it was Gutsy's way, he would jump out of that apartment, hop on a cab or ride on a cat and head back to Centrel Park to look for the same portal. If Gargamel gets on his tail, he will attack him like how he lead the attack of Patrick Winslow (Neil Patrick Harris). He would beat up Gargamel to the point whereby he has forgotten why he is tracking them down for. Then he will make Gargamel who is a wizard to reopen the said portal for them to go back to that smurfidy smurftastic village. While doing all that, he could still be cute and funny. Plus, he wears a kilt! How smurfity cute is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt Gutsy would like to be termed cute but he just is, in his own way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxsh0QJj83o/TkKtoiCijGI/AAAAAAAAESI/HFtPox1qC_s/s400/smurfs_dtop_800_gutsy_net_nt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639260595265113186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7663910167531340485?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7663910167531340485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favourite-smurf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7663910167531340485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7663910167531340485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favourite-smurf.html' title='My Favourite Smurf'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fh7m0N-ZBmE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-875026440917511562</id><published>2011-08-07T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:41:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>Lately, I keep having dreams of losing my phone or getting it stolen. It has already occured twice. Then last night, my house got broken into and my laptop, cameras and phone got taken as well as my wallet and the Harry Potter books that is not even mine. Yes, it probably show the things I am most afraid of losing at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about having consistent nightmares. Okay, I know I'm probably freaking out over nothing because I do have consistent dreams. Some people may not dream at all, some dream of a dream once while I usually can dream of the same dream about 5 times, not back to back but spread out either over the month, year or even my entire lifetime. The highest record so far is indeed 6 times. One more to being the magical number of 7. That dream is one that I've had since I was young and once in a while when I least expect it, I will wake up with that dream so vividly played back to me again, every detail exactly the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe once in a while when I do dream of something and that thing somehow shows a sign but that might just be me trying to connect them together and overthinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should get myself a dream catcher. Do they work? I just hope that I do not lose my phone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-875026440917511562?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/875026440917511562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/nightmares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/875026440917511562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/875026440917511562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-156563042931293374</id><published>2011-08-02T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:25:06.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pottermore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7RU2cqNso/Tjfr5kGMaDI/AAAAAAAAESA/y5g4Kv274js/s1600/Picture%2B2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7RU2cqNso/Tjfr5kGMaDI/AAAAAAAAESA/y5g4Kv274js/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636232832852191282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pottermore.com/"&gt;Pottermore&lt;/a&gt; is, as its name suggest, Harry Potter related. What exactly is it? You can Google that yourself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from last Sunday, which was the 31 July(Harry Potter and JK Rowling's birthday), Pottermore is running this thing called Find the Magical Quil. So there is basically one clue everyday for seven days and all one has to do is find the answer and then he or she will find the Magical Quil and with that, they will gain entry into Pottermore before everyone does in October 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a Harry Potter fan, I obviously started watching out for the clue since Sunday itself but failed as I missed the time and by the time I could  get into Pottermore, registrations were closed. Finally today, I got it! I found the answer to the clue within minutes and registered myself twice, by mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLRT9_vfmw0/Tjfr5ZD7DII/AAAAAAAAER4/2KQ7rLEe3Dc/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636232829889875074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what you get after you've registered, you're magical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my username is SnitchDream164. - No, I did not come up with this myself, the website came up with a few and asked me to choose so I chose this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait until the Welcome letter! So exiciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-156563042931293374?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/156563042931293374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/156563042931293374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/156563042931293374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore.html' title='Pottermore'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7RU2cqNso/Tjfr5kGMaDI/AAAAAAAAESA/y5g4Kv274js/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2103229600134987407</id><published>2011-07-29T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T02:34:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Random Facts About Me : The I Secretly Wish Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been long since I did one of these. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Obviously I have deep darker things that I secretly wish but I will not reveal here because it will someday spoil my brilliant plan at attaining these deep dark wishes. *evil grin&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) That I can speak French. Yes yes, I'm one of those girls who find the French language uber sexy and I want to be sexy okay? And don't tell me that I can always learn because I can't because I am too lazy and my parents doesn't approve of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) That I am taller. I know I'm of a very average height but I'd really like to be a bit taller. One of the main reasons is because I simply cannot walk in high heels and I choose comfort over beauty hence, if I'm taller, I can wear flats and still be as tall as girls who are wearing high heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) That I'm abit more artistic. I have zero artsy fartsy gene in me and that sucks. I can't create my own blog skin because I just don't have the creativity in me to do it and I can't make pretty cards for John or anyone. Even my writing sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Hogwarts is real. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) That I can sing really really well. I'd like to make as much money as Justin Bieber by just singing. No need to go through Law School and all that jazz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previous facts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-random-facts-about-me.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-random-facts-about-me-eating-habit.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : The Eating Habits Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-random-facts-about-me-things-i-just.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : The Things I Just Cannot Tahan Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-random-facts-about-me-nicknames.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : The Nicknames Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-random-facts-about-me-things-i-just.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : The Things I Just Cannot Do Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-random-facts-about-me-phrases-i-use.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : Phrases I Use Way Too Much Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-random-facts-about-me-ive-never.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : The I've Never Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/5-random-facts-about-me-i-am-edition.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : The I Am Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-random-facts-about-me-ive-never-girly.html"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me : The I've Never Girly Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2103229600134987407?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2103229600134987407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/5-random-facts-about-me-i-secretly-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2103229600134987407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2103229600134987407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/5-random-facts-about-me-i-secretly-wish.html' title='5 Random Facts About Me : The I Secretly Wish Edition'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2006787962054981220</id><published>2011-07-29T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:03:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jibber jabber</title><content type='html'>Everything seem to be in order today and I am extremely happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my IELTS Speaking test today and I hope I'm in band 7.5 or I'd have wasted rm550. It wasn't too bad. The examiner was extremely friendly and that definitely helped with taking away the nerves but I dare say the questions came off as a bit tough for me because I really don't know anything about healthy living. Heck, look at me! I'm getting fat, I eat lotsa junk and refuse to drink water. The perfect example of unhealthy living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did though made mistakes when I was answering as I was speaking so fast, my brain couldn't filter in time and I immediately regretted it but oh well, its over now. No point crying over spilled milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to better news, my CAS letter finally came, so I can start on my visa application which is a whoopeedoo. Tomorrow I'll go down to BAC to get the results and then to the agent to do my online application and make an appointment with the British HICOM to submit my document for my visa. Then its more practising for IELTS Reading, Listening and Writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday will be the test and I hope I don't do so bad for Reading cause I'm really bad at that and the little time we are given is really no help. After the test, its grocery shopping with the girls for our Serendah trip. I think I can enjoy almost all kinds of shopping. Seriously. I could even spend a certain amount of time at Ace Hardware, no joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seems to fall nicely into place and I'm right now at a point in life whereby I'm really content. I have family, John, friends and an exciting adventure in UK to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2006787962054981220?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2006787962054981220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/jibber-jabber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2006787962054981220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2006787962054981220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/jibber-jabber.html' title='Jibber jabber'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-5632298466552668413</id><published>2011-07-25T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:00:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purteeey icing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_x2crZofTLE/TixPkW7Rn8I/AAAAAAAAERw/NxeDogSXWq4/s1600/tumblr_lnzkzobiTi1qcjyv7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_x2crZofTLE/TixPkW7Rn8I/AAAAAAAAERw/NxeDogSXWq4/s400/tumblr_lnzkzobiTi1qcjyv7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632964719981731778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random post about well, cupcakes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only in the last two years did I find out that muffins are basically cupcakes without the icing and a cupcake is not a cupcake without the icing. Yes, not even if you cut it flat. - How true is this, I'm not sure and am too lazy to find out so let's assume I'm right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I created a &lt;a href="http://yann1104.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; a few months back in desperation of blogging without taking too much time. Instead of posting my own things, I purely reblog others' posts. Over the months as I browse the posts of the people I follow, I noticed that there are a whole damn lot of pictures of cupcakes and they all looks so yummy. I literally want to eat one like there and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random fact about me : I've never ate a cupcake with fancy icing before. Only muffins. No idea why. Those homemade ones given to my home, I've never dared to try. Again, no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I'm at Sunway Pyramid and happened to pass by Cupcake Chic, again I feel like eating one but I don't know why I've never had one before. Maybe cause the person whose with me always reminds me that I'm already fat and eating that cupcake will magically make me fatter. Ha-ha, no, that was a joke but along those lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even failed at making cupcakes cause I have no freaking idea how to get the icing right. So my attempt at cupcakes always just ends up a muffin. How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I'll buy one the next time I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-5632298466552668413?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5632298466552668413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/purteeey-icing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5632298466552668413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/5632298466552668413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/purteeey-icing.html' title='Purteeey icing'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_x2crZofTLE/TixPkW7Rn8I/AAAAAAAAERw/NxeDogSXWq4/s72-c/tumblr_lnzkzobiTi1qcjyv7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-9195528490030822654</id><published>2011-07-24T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:54:56.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yalwcdbZBA/Tiv376pq3II/AAAAAAAAERI/vg1suZzVGn0/s1600/284956_2058019101890_1587004797_1957756_1177344_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yalwcdbZBA/Tiv376pq3II/AAAAAAAAERI/vg1suZzVGn0/s400/284956_2058019101890_1587004797_1957756_1177344_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632868367685311618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third visit to Broga Hill was disappointing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the place as being beautiful. My first visit was during chinese new year last year. The second one was somewhere before June this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the first two times I went, it was on a pretty odd day so there weren't as many people but my first visit was the best. The grass was green, there was almost no rubbish, the rocks were free of drawings and the air was clean of cigarette smoke. Things deteriorated slightly on my second visit, rocks have been drawn on, (I don't get why people like to leave their marks everywhere, who and who loves, together forever or whatever shit, geez), as we hike up, there was rubbish everywhere and when we reached the top, there was a hint of cigarette smoke smell but no smoker was found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday made me not want to go there again. Here's why :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Just to park your car, you have to pay rm2. I'm not sure if the person collecting the parking fees even owns the land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) A stall has been set up there for you to buy your 100plus and water etc. Maybe its just me but I felt like the place has now been commercialized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Freaking alot of people! Like you literally have to queue up to hike up. Every single one of the peak was jam packed with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Rubbish was everywhere. On the trail, at the peak, everywhere! You'd even see McDonald's wrapper, its nonsensical. I remember the second time I went there, one of us sorta just accidentally dropped a tissue paper and the uncles who were there, told us off and kinda made us picked it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The hint of cigarette smoke is no longer just a hint. There were smokers like everywhere. If you want a bit of a fresh air there, save it, you're not going to get any unless you go on a weekday but even that, there's no guarantee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would definitely be my last visit to Broga Hill. I only foresee more stalls being set up and more rubbish being littered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, it was a fun outing with Group Timothy. Its just that, it could've been a lot better had the place been exactly as it was when I went there the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZ180cBmfs/Tiv5YG3SqdI/AAAAAAAAERo/tlB66bm0AyA/s400/282519_2058566635578_1587004797_1958473_4736719_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632869951511636434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9psYkiyysS8/Tiv5XwrgnHI/AAAAAAAAERY/LU5pXFzPog4/s400/228962_2058510234168_1587004797_1958342_5328890_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632869945556638834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdBac7b4T10/Tiv5XkcIY2I/AAAAAAAAERQ/ACZoGNyguvU/s400/225697_2058510874184_1587004797_1958343_5673579_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632869942270911330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKBLhKoqfcs/Tiv5YBYR5SI/AAAAAAAAERg/wlvKQ7QX9Cg/s400/269887_2058355350296_1587004797_1957928_2991777_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632869950039385378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures taken from Facebook. Credits to Samantha Wong for photographing and editing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-9195528490030822654?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9195528490030822654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/final-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/9195528490030822654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/9195528490030822654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/final-time.html' title='Final time'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yalwcdbZBA/Tiv376pq3II/AAAAAAAAERI/vg1suZzVGn0/s72-c/284956_2058019101890_1587004797_1957756_1177344_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-754851572129815994</id><published>2011-07-21T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:46:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or bad?</title><content type='html'>The other day I was doing a tiny bit of vacuuming around the shoe rack area and after that I had some horrible back ache.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I've always had back problems because it runs in the family. The structure of my back bone isn't perfect and absolutely normal. So yes, every few times in a week, I'll wake up with back ache and it usually goes away by lunch time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I should consider it a blessing or not because although it is not fatal, I am unable to do house work which gives me that excuse to escape them completely. On the other hand, if I am ever forced to do house chores, it might hurt for a few weeks and that'd be real bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm worried I might have problems bearing child next time cause if that's the case then its bye bye to &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreams.html"&gt;having twins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I need to join yoga classes. I heard it helps with back problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-754851572129815994?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/754851572129815994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-or-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/754851572129815994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/754851572129815994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-or-bad.html' title='Good or bad?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7937947537489423985</id><published>2011-07-20T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:03:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I feel vain so I posted this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You get not only 4 pictures of me but 8! Damn, I'm the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CWQSnfPzNw/Tib72v-RZ1I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/v-p90UswZWc/s400/Photo%2B18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631465302082545490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9CdR5nqDXU/Tib72otSakI/AAAAAAAAERA/LXVYej6evjY/s400/Photo%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631465300132260418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the best part is that I didn't smile properly for any of the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7937947537489423985?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7937947537489423985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-i-feel-vain-so-i-posted-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7937947537489423985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7937947537489423985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-i-feel-vain-so-i-posted-this.html' title='Today I feel vain so I posted this!'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CWQSnfPzNw/Tib72v-RZ1I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/v-p90UswZWc/s72-c/Photo%2B18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8619299473483212207</id><published>2011-07-16T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:42:36.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gryffindor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdWQnR4lq5k/TiGTlmv6nBI/AAAAAAAAEQg/z0tQsHB4ki8/s1600/DSCN0315.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ps5CrNzY9Gc/TiGTlWvLMzI/AAAAAAAAEQY/XuH4y1-yFgc/s1600/DSCN0301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ps5CrNzY9Gc/TiGTlWvLMzI/AAAAAAAAEQY/XuH4y1-yFgc/s400/DSCN0301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629943279157719858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, twice! Once yesterday with John in 3D and another time today with my brother.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7XoNzy9yQg/TiGTmPrAEfI/AAAAAAAAEQo/gGI3Dsovg7Y/s400/HP_wp_hero_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629943294441034226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtOP7HrFK6o/TiGTmPikRZI/AAAAAAAAEQw/MBYJI8FO0Y8/s400/HP_wp_villain_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629943294405658002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdWQnR4lq5k/TiGTlmv6nBI/AAAAAAAAEQg/z0tQsHB4ki8/s400/DSCN0315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629943283455794194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it still doesn't feel like the end. I suppose it will never really end. Not until I forget completely of Harry Potter which I won't unless I become so old I start losing memory. I foresee myself rereading the books and forcing my kids to read it too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was again, very accurate compared to the previous movies. And despite many comments that it is disappointing, I found it very very nice. Yes and I think the same actor plays the role of young James Potter and also Albus Severus Potter. Well, I'm too lazy to check so if you do check on it, let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I stumbled accross this cute video today on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xjUb4Pr2HnY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminds me of Severus Snape and Lily Evans' relationship, although Lily didn't love Severus like he does her. Still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a Gryffindor by the way! Took many sorting hat quizes and I did not cheat, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8619299473483212207?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8619299473483212207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/gryffindor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8619299473483212207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8619299473483212207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/gryffindor.html' title='Gryffindor'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ps5CrNzY9Gc/TiGTlWvLMzI/AAAAAAAAEQY/XuH4y1-yFgc/s72-c/DSCN0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2600846137812637453</id><published>2011-07-12T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:33:08.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young?</title><content type='html'>I'm way too lazy to blog about my Penang trip because all we ever did there was eat, eat and eat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the topic of today started while I was looking at my cousin's pictures. Him with his baby and his wife with the baby. It reminded me of a couple also with a baby, I saw at PJ while having dinner. The girl looked barely older than me while the boy looked absolutely like a teen. At first my family were all wondering if they were the parents because the baby is about the age of Rog Hei which is 2 years old so if he was the father, the girl would've gotten pregnant almost 3 years ago and he probably haven't even completed school! For a long long while we sorta kept trying to eavesdrop on their conversation until the baby turned to the boy and called "Papa".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted kids of my own. But I don't think I can ever handle one. Not now, not yet. Until today, I wonder how that couple did it and if that girl was even the mother of that child. If not, what happened to the mother of the child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way I'm amazed that they chose to bear that responsibility of raising the child yet sorry for they had to give up dreams and freedom to start a family when they probably didn't want to and hopeful for them, that things will go well for both them and the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one mistake I will never ever ever make because I know too well that I cannot handle it and I'm not willing to give up my dreams just yet, no, not for a stupid mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2600846137812637453?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2600846137812637453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/too-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2600846137812637453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2600846137812637453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/too-young.html' title='Too young?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8065703115744411351</id><published>2011-07-07T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:37:23.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday I've finally finished reading the Harry Potter series. I was once disappointed with the ending on how he survived and still am but with a different reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I got the book from Darryl, I was contemplating whether or not to start on it. Part of me wanted to see what's in store this time as the previous six books did not fail me flipping pages after pages while the other part of me knew that that was the end if I finished it and I dread for that day to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally caved and started on the book right after I watched the first part of the movie. The movie was more accurate than I expected and ohamgee, I love Fluer's wedding dress! Its just so pretty but I personally prefer it without the sheer top part and have it a tube dress instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZUy4kM-XMg/ThWLthC8Q3I/AAAAAAAAEQI/hjP9zRYEYKk/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626556923550385010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmlJaj0oGME/ThWLtWzKemI/AAAAAAAAEQA/WqmGZTh7v7I/s400/250px-Fleur_Delacour%2527s_wedding_dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626556920799853154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the book, it was as expected, which kept me flipping pages after pages and one of the nights, I even stayed up until 5am reading. I put off reading the last few chapters fearing of how I'd feel when it all ends. Sadly, I couldn't control myself and finished the book yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to tell you why I'm disappointed with the ending. Before I started reading the books, I've always thought that Harry would die in the final book because only then can there really be closure to Harry Potter and I even read an article stating that JK Rowling intended for Harry to die in the last book and when it didn't happen, I was super disappointed because the "Then-Me" thought that Harry dying would be much better an ending and the series should not be dragged on fruther as it was already the seventh book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Present-Me" wasn't so keen on Harry dying anymore because that would mean the end of Harry Potter forever and JK Rowling would never be able to write again in the future should she suddenly decide that He Who Must Not Be Named had hidden another Horcrux somewhere or whatever brilliant idea she later comes up with. I was disappointed because, instead of leaving it hanging like that, the chapter on "19 years later" was there and to worsen it, the names of Harry's children was super stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, now I'm all excited about the movie and it will truly end when the credits start rolling after the two and a half hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a whole unrelated side note, my parents bought me a new camera and I cannot be more thankful. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, am heading North this weekend. Hoping that all goes well. Fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8065703115744411351?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8065703115744411351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/accio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8065703115744411351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8065703115744411351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/accio.html' title='Accio'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZUy4kM-XMg/ThWLthC8Q3I/AAAAAAAAEQI/hjP9zRYEYKk/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8403988510546383010</id><published>2011-07-04T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:58:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody</title><content type='html'>Again, I am here to rant but seriously, nobody ever takes me seriously when I say something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) When I said I'd get swollen feet after some fire ant bites and everyone just laughs and told me that I'm being a princess. It was only when my feet started getting so swollen that I needed medical attention that people believed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Nobody believed me when I said that my parents are overly concerned and overly paranoid. A few of them had the chance to see how overly concerned and overly paranoid my parents are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) My friends told me I was being paranoid again, and that the stupid asshole won't come scratch my car. Hah! It happened. Take that for being paranoid. Pffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) John doesn't believe that I can't sleep unless he says sorry. Now I'm like super duper tired but my mind doesn't allow me to sleep. Damn him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't anyone take me seriously when I say something? Its not like I joke around alot nor am I the boy who cried wolf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8403988510546383010?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8403988510546383010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/nobody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8403988510546383010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8403988510546383010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/nobody.html' title='Nobody'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-557470992938360406</id><published>2011-07-03T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:11:49.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing worse</title><content type='html'>There is nothing worse than being dead to a person. You'll be ignored, completely ignored. That person will look right past you, will ignore all messages from you, delete you off Facebook and say "oh, I remembered how he/she died" when you are being brought up in a conversation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being hated is better than being dead to someone. I'm just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, no one has made it to my "You're Dead to Me" list yet. YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-557470992938360406?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/557470992938360406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/557470992938360406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/557470992938360406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-worse.html' title='Nothing worse'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7811897828585456057</id><published>2011-07-01T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:07:46.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long way to go</title><content type='html'>An act of kindness always gets to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, while I was queuing up at McDonald's to buy my lunch, I saw an really old man join in on the next line and all I thought of was "Ewww, he has black hair growing out of his ears and his eyes looked like they can pop out anytime soon". All I did was judge the poor old man, he was hunched and could barely looked up and all I did was think how gross he looks. Shame on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the woman at the front of my queue allow him to go first and that act hit me hard. A big fat slap on my shameful face. I think the school girl queuing in front of me felt it too. I'm guessing she too was doing the exact same thing as I did and the woman really slapped us hard. Never have it even crossed my mind to allow this old man to go first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much more learn. That woman did a really good thing today, I'll bet her daughter will turn out far better than me. Next time, I promise to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7811897828585456057?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7811897828585456057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-way-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7811897828585456057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7811897828585456057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-way-to-go.html' title='Long way to go'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8359289596114490256</id><published>2011-06-30T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:05:01.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three's a charm II</title><content type='html'>Funny how the first time I chose this title is also related to lousy drivers. See &lt;a href="http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/threes-charm.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not go into details of the event but there is three things I've learnt today. The first two is related to cars and lousy drivers while the third one is study related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Never ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER fight with someone for a parking spot even though it is rightfully yours. Because you'll never know that the asshole will turn around and scratch your car and attempt damage your side mirror (hah! lucky my side mirror can be closed face out, take that asshole! your Wira don't have!) because he totally failed to steal your parking spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Always and I mean ALWAYS, listen to your instinct when you feel like that asshole who failed to steal your parking spot is going to scratch your car because it is probably right. I regret not listening to my instinct. See, I'm almost psychic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Expectations are good. But never set expectations based on your mocks because even if you were to get a strong A in mocks, it really doesn't mean you will get an A in exams because you probably cannot perform as well. B is enough, be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : I secretly wish that that asshole crash and die tomorrow. Would do the world more good than bad, his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8359289596114490256?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8359289596114490256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/threes-charm-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8359289596114490256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8359289596114490256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/threes-charm-ii.html' title='Three&apos;s a charm II'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8503608692205911396</id><published>2011-06-27T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:17:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also forgotten to introduce my new hamsters. I know I'm probably a very lousy owner but I really miss having hamsters around because I can sit there and stare at them for so very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first one is a Winter Pearl named Monster. Despite the super cool and mean name, Monster is actually lazy but fierce nonetheless. However, she is a great multitasker as she eats and sleep and also poops at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRPTD-QdQks/TghX5hNbabI/AAAAAAAAEPw/Cj2FhPPvfC4/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622840780450916786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwYLuhekVZI/TghXTEm9zZI/AAAAAAAAEO4/-8ruCKpsnDE/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622840119938370962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFzolSIfAH4/TghXTRK8ECI/AAAAAAAAEPA/WL6pdn870yg/s400/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622840123310477346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other one is given by Hsu Ann. One Saturday she called me up and asked if I wanted a hamster because she just won one and I said okay. It is also a Winter and we named it Mocha. Mocha is alot less fierce and is not a great multitasker. Mocha is also very chill, it doesn't run much unless I make it run. It walks around and doesn't seem to care much even if you keep touching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx8-c7YBFNg/TghX5T1-BXI/AAAAAAAAEPo/VogXOH946hk/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx8-c7YBFNg/TghX5T1-BXI/AAAAAAAAEPo/VogXOH946hk/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622840776862860658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xdl0dp0s9w/TghXUsjYRpI/AAAAAAAAEPY/m4X1Qzt_EPQ/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xdl0dp0s9w/TghXUsjYRpI/AAAAAAAAEPY/m4X1Qzt_EPQ/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622840147840616082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLOUKgr1Vrk/TghXUElpxnI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/qMdfdKMcJLw/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLOUKgr1Vrk/TghXUElpxnI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/qMdfdKMcJLw/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622840137112733298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are super duper to cute so there you go, meet my two new hamsters, Monster and Mocha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I really should start taking more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8503608692205911396?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8503608692205911396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/mocha-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8503608692205911396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8503608692205911396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/mocha-monster.html' title='Mocha Monster'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRPTD-QdQks/TghX5hNbabI/AAAAAAAAEPw/Cj2FhPPvfC4/s72-c/IMG_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8836000329741866447</id><published>2011-06-27T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:56:14.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yannie the Attachee</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone is actually wondering but I'm still going to start of like this :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! I bet you are wondering how did my two-week attachment at Shook Lin &amp;amp; Bok went. Whether I got scolded or not, whether I quit early or if I met any celebrity legal people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my two week zoomed by pretty fast. Day one was about getting to know the office and the other attachees as well as chambees. Each attachee is actually assigned to a partner in the firm and that partner is suppose to give us work. I was assigned to Mr.Kelvin Loh who does corporate work. Week one I did transcribing, research, highlighting and more research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, unlucky me, Mr.Kelvin isn't so free as so to tend to me all the time so most of the week I had to walk around and knock on other people's door asking for work. This is not a complaint for I did not want to keep bothering Mr.Kelvin too as I'm probably less help than more. In fact, I felt bad for all the Legal Assitants I bug for work but it just doesn't feel good sitting in the chambers and doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week two, Mei Quin joined in so I wasn't as bored anymore. Again, it was the same stuff. Knocking on Legal Assistants' doors and asking for work, only to get more research. Week two, all I did was research and some highlighting. Again, I didn't dare bug Mr.Kelvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best day was the last day and not because it was the last day that made it best but because April (one of the chambees) allowed me and Mei Quin to follow her to the court for her legal aid duties. We got the chance to extract a judgement and although the instructions sounds easy, we got lost and went into the wrong department twice. We also got to watch how interviewing a detainee so that April can mitigate for him and how mitigation was done. Further, we got to meet a lot of other chambees from other firms and they were all very nice. It was so much fun. That trip made it clear that I want to go litigation because I like to go to court eventhough it involves alot of waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was such a good experience. Yes, it was tiring and at times pretty boring but I learnt how to do better research, find Hansard, do transcribing, and be nicer. I also got know Ferlyn and to see how the real legal scene looks like and I can't say I wasn't shocked and scared but at least when I go out there in two years time, I'd be prepared. There is still much to learn, but for now, its holiday for me so I shall enjoy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda do miss being at Shook Lin &amp;amp; Bok now that its all over. Who knows, I might go there for my chambering. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://speak-the-queen.blogspot.com/2011/06/productive-friday.html"&gt;Mei Quin's account of Friday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also regret not taking any pictures at all. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8836000329741866447?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8836000329741866447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/yannie-attachee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8836000329741866447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8836000329741866447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/yannie-attachee.html' title='Yannie the Attachee'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7243530042843806273</id><published>2011-06-26T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T03:09:32.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>Minutes ago, the last episode of Gossip Girl season 4 ended and I don't know why but Gossip Girl always tends to make me want to just spill some nasty truth to that person's face after watching it. Perhaps it brings out the worse in me but can truth be bad?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. As of now, my brain can't think of how to do it with class but if I do, I promise to make a copy here. We'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7243530042843806273?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7243530042843806273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7243530042843806273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7243530042843806273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-2322409132203369900</id><published>2011-06-16T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:45:42.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Picture Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cause I'm too tired/lazy to blog, to make up for it, here's a ugly picture of me pulling an stupid face before I take a shower. Yes la, I realize my hair is messy which adds to the unattractiveness of this picture. Yay me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShWT1CqEaDQ/Tfn6nLmkfxI/AAAAAAAAEOw/obm6ZO2Zoa0/s400/Photo%2B18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618797561157811986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post your ugly picture today too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-2322409132203369900?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2322409132203369900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/ugly-picture-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2322409132203369900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/2322409132203369900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/ugly-picture-day.html' title='Ugly Picture Day'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShWT1CqEaDQ/Tfn6nLmkfxI/AAAAAAAAEOw/obm6ZO2Zoa0/s72-c/Photo%2B18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-8950299308370210282</id><published>2011-06-12T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:53:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses much?</title><content type='html'>My mom came back from China on Friday but I'm not going to talk about that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to blog about this cute little egg thingy she brought back for us to grow. I have pictures but god knows why I'm this lazy to connect my phone to my lappie so no pictures and no blogpost on that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I will be starting my attachment at Shook Lin &amp;amp; Bok tomorrow and I'm already in a very nervous state right now because I really don't know what to expect and knowing there will be other BAC fellows there doesn't help ease that feeling because if I fail, they would know and that really wouldn't be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will definitely blog about the egg thingy and the attachment soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-8950299308370210282?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8950299308370210282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/excuses-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8950299308370210282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/8950299308370210282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/excuses-much.html' title='Excuses much?'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-7495423555172248880</id><published>2011-06-08T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:55:27.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim Kexin's Big Two O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beloPU6p3RA/Te-baVGiI1I/AAAAAAAAEOo/EhUc_uR0KcA/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beloPU6p3RA/Te-baVGiI1I/AAAAAAAAEOo/EhUc_uR0KcA/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615878136997749586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always like to leave the day itself to the person to spend the day with his or her family as I would like that too. So we celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kexin's&lt;/span&gt; birthday a day before her birthday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met up at Face to Face, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;15 for lunch. Yes, I know Face to Face isn't exactly a nice place to have a birthday lunch but it was convenient as our next stop was only upstairs. Oh, and just a random fun fact, our bill ended up a total of rm50. Yes, exactly rm50! How odd is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then we moved upstairs to &lt;a href="http://www.meeples.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meeples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which is a place where you pay to play boardgames. I can't think of a better way to put this but its basically a geek's cybercafe. We played &lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/764/mad-gab"&gt;Mad Gab&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.uglydolls.com/home/index/322.0.1.1"&gt;Ugly Doll&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.boardgames.com/toyocoga.html"&gt;Toss Your Cookies&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/24068/shadow-hunters"&gt;Shadow Hunter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got myself two scars from playing Toss Your Cookies and I will never ever play that game again! Shadow Hunter was pretty nice but I think they need an expansion as it got pretty easy to guess who was who after the second round. Ugly Doll wasn't too bad as well, it was fun, quick and very very responsive. Ha-ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we moved to Lookout Point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ampang&lt;/span&gt; to this &lt;a href="http://www.fishfarmthai.com/index.htm"&gt;Thai Farm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for dinner and it was pretty costly and many of us were still hungry. As we finished dinner pretty early, we then settled at Haven, Lookout Point for drinks and chit-chatting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kexin's&lt;/span&gt; Two O. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not uploading pictures because it was from Thomas' camera and when I've downloaded them off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, they are of horrible quality. Then for some reason I couldn't find the link to the album so yes, if you're a friend on mine on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, you'd already have seen them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yannie&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-7495423555172248880?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7495423555172248880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/lim-kexins-big-two-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7495423555172248880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/7495423555172248880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/lim-kexins-big-two-o.html' title='Lim Kexin&apos;s Big Two O'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beloPU6p3RA/Te-baVGiI1I/AAAAAAAAEOo/EhUc_uR0KcA/s72-c/IMG_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-6122428980500898754</id><published>2011-06-07T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:02:08.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am non existent</title><content type='html'>Yes, its another one of those complaining posts. So bear with me, I promise the next post will have a much happier note to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how that saying in chinese goes that when you need something from someone you treat them like gold but when you don't need anything from them anymore you treat them like grass? Yes, I recently felt a lot like that. I do understand the importance of having contacts and connections but these contacts and connections have to be maintained. I mean, its obvious one is not going to help you just because you're friends with him/her on Facebook right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, to those of you who'd like to ask for favours, please think about how you treat me before you do so cause I do not like to be treated like grass, who does? Don't come asking me how to do this or that and suddenly saying hi to me when every other day we walk pass each other, you don't even wave or say 'hello'. Being friends on Facebook does not automatically put you in my good books and I am not obliged to be nice to people mainly because some people are not worth being nice to and I had to learn that the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be nice, but only if you're nice to me too and saying 'hello' when we walk past is my idea of being nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-6122428980500898754?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6122428980500898754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-non-existent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6122428980500898754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6122428980500898754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-non-existent.html' title='I am non existent'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4494499028407809405</id><published>2011-06-07T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:39:07.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't all bad</title><content type='html'>I know I made the camp sound horrible and perhaps I didn't enjoy myself as much but it wasn't that bad after all. If you minus away the rude encounters and the ant bite and all the awkwardness during worship sessions, it is actually enjoyable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that Samantha, Jenny, Davina and Dorcas was being really really nice to me, Samantha especially. I finally got to personally talk to her and I think I've gotten to know her a lot more than I used to which is definitely a good thing. I've also gotten to know a few other people in which I had a lot of fun chatting with during the break times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as said earlier, the messages and discussion sessions were good but I still think the workshops sucked - I've never liked workshops anyway as I find them a total waste of time. The food was comparably better than previous camps and the toilet this time had hot water which was such a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, overall Camp Transformation 2011 kinda suck but at the same time not all that sucky. It was better than my expectation at the very least and I am kinda glad I didn't get to go home early or I would not have spoken to Samantha so much and got to know other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This marks the end of posts about camp. Back to the present yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4494499028407809405?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4494499028407809405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-wasnt-all-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4494499028407809405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4494499028407809405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-wasnt-all-bad.html' title='It wasn&apos;t all bad'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-6026429593405473953</id><published>2011-06-07T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:06:09.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll let you in on a secret</title><content type='html'>On the first day of Camp Transformation 2011, after having ruined my nail polish, fell down and gotten ant bites then losing the games and having to sleep on the floor outside allowing mosquitoes to feast on me, I cried and requested to go home early as I truly did not want to stay there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried again the next morning and this time, I didn't care who was looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, call me a stupid spoilt girl, I care not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-6026429593405473953?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6026429593405473953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/ill-let-you-in-on-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6026429593405473953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/6026429593405473953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/ill-let-you-in-on-secret.html' title='I&apos;ll let you in on a secret'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787589402824888981.post-4145260287620380086</id><published>2011-06-07T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:59:31.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire ants</title><content type='html'>If you haven't already know, somewhere in February 2009 I received my first kiss from them nasty creatures called fire ants right outside Petra Gospel Centre and it left me a swollen elephant foot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few days ago, on the first day of Camp Transformation 2011, I got my second kiss from them and this time made no difference; it swelled and itched like mad. It got so bad that everyone thought I needed to see a doctor and so I went to the doctor in Prima Tanjung, Penang. The bloody blood sucker gave me two types of medicine for consumption (Clarityne and Prednisolone), Betaclob cream to apply to the ant bites and an injection which costs rm100 and he even issued me an receipt just so I could claim insurance. Can you believe that? The last doctor (Subang one) charged me alot less and the swell and itch went away almost overnight. I now have a bad impression on Penang doctors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ant bite made it difficult for me to walk hence I had to skip all the following games which made the camp ever so boring. I'm probably the only one who didn't really enjoy the games. The messages and the discussions were good but it would've been better if I could play the games as well. Although I did think that the first game was highly dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, there is no picture because I really don't want to post a picture of a swollen ugly foot online. And it is finally getting better now, though I still couldn't fit into a shoe without removing the shoelace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the ant bite, my dad gave an order for me never to attend another church camp. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- yannie -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787589402824888981-4145260287620380086?l=yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4145260287620380086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/fire-ants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4145260287620380086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787589402824888981/posts/default/4145260287620380086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yann-mystorymylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/fire-ants.html' title='Fire ants'/><author><name>Th'ng Yan Nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162549466735049160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9IT3T3if1o/Tuphf0NQAeI/AAAAAAAAEgM/Ohyqm437cXs/s220/IMG_0690.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
