<?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-20195033</id><updated>2011-09-06T10:58:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efflorescence ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-9033234560620630995</id><published>2009-07-20T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:13:05.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to shine.</title><content type='html'>We're all princesses of God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A princess has every responsibility to behave beautiful despite the situation she is in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day, God reminded me of when I was 16, 17 and running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I was busy every moment, but I remember I enjoyed it, and I revelled in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was school everyday, once in awhile Trybe runs/camps, weekends were for cell group and services, running actively in both making sure everyone is here, booking seats, integrating new members, printing songsheet, getting refreshments, getting study hours, bible study classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Children's Church, going for weekly visitations (that really trained me), helping out in CCH's services, on the buses with the children... the list never ended. And I did it with a lot of other commitments too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trybe too, the bunch of us met up weekly, spent a lot of time in office playing, going for this programme and that, meeting new volunteers... the list never ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some where along the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's important to live with God's vision. We may lose it along the way, but surely He will show it to us again, and bring us from this level to the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And inside, honestly, I don't see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randomly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T62ksehioSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T62ksehioSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So prefer this version compared to Kanye's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-9033234560620630995?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/9033234560620630995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=9033234560620630995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/9033234560620630995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/9033234560620630995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-shine.html' title='I want to shine.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-259566088302265803</id><published>2009-07-18T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:45:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My room</title><content type='html'>Actually, I've never blogged about my room. Who blogs about their room, unless they're some hotshot celeb? But I'm proud of my room. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room got a piano leh. Who's room you know got piano? Hahahaha. Not that I play it very often anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the subject on rooms? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke for today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Henzy, you shouldn't sleep on the floor leh. Not good for health!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: Aiyah, I want to go Jap, you know, bed on the floor, makes room look bigger, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: But your room look very big meh? I think mine look bigger than yours leh, and my bed is not on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: That is because your room IS bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Oh. Ya hor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-259566088302265803?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/259566088302265803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=259566088302265803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/259566088302265803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/259566088302265803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-room.html' title='My room'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2553359690679589354</id><published>2009-07-18T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:10:46.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycles</title><content type='html'>There are many kinds of cycles in the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The washing machine wash cycle, the water cycle, the food chain (it's a kind of cycle), the bicycle, tricycle, the life cycle, evolution cycle etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have our own cycles. Girls have their monthly cycles, our daily cycles to work our school, a mother's pregnancy cycle, a growing up child's cycle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. and the idiocy cycle that I have. Repeats year after year after year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is already July. Soon it'll be September. And March 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not graduate after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2553359690679589354?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2553359690679589354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2553359690679589354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2553359690679589354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2553359690679589354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/cycles.html' title='Cycles'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-3372233551319975165</id><published>2009-07-18T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:14:15.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh... it's 1 am again..</title><content type='html'>what is WRONG with this show, hahahahahaha??!?!!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Min's review on 07-ghost:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely. Got cute characters. A pair of boys who emit gaylike behaviour, but one is dead already. This manga is obviously written by a girl, no guy would behave so intimately with his best friend, another guy, or with a cute pet who is reincarnated from said best friend who died. Have hot guys as bishops who can fight and has weird talents, like making dolls. Too many guys in this show, makes me drool. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word. HAWT~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-3372233551319975165?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/3372233551319975165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=3372233551319975165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3372233551319975165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3372233551319975165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-its-1-am-again.html' title='eh... it&apos;s 1 am again..'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8485683579388062537</id><published>2009-07-17T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:43:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly - Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>It's the real cute &amp; sweet song which I keep hearing on the radio and forgetting to find. Got it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgKbhwlOIfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgKbhwlOIfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You've got me feelin' like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglees in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is fallin' on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;But we are hidin' in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;Under the covers stayin' safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna say&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I just, mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I?ve been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tucked me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feelin' shows&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Baby just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever, wherever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever, wherever, where ever you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8485683579388062537?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8485683579388062537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8485683579388062537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8485683579388062537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8485683579388062537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/bubbly-colbie-caillat.html' title='Bubbly - Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7540254030781793331</id><published>2009-07-17T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:10:41.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.I.A.N</title><content type='html'>You know what is S.I.A.N??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Irritating, Annoying, Nothingness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*rant rant rant rant rant rant* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bake cream puffs (Once I translate my new sweets recipe book from Chinese into English)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (SLUGHORN! How fat is Slughorn in the movie?? Has anyone watched?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Eat a proper lunch (Staying at home is so not good for the stomach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Eat roti prata (heh heh heh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Press "restart" button for all my memories, like that android in ABF. Except towards the end, restart didn't work on him/it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY! Wouldn't it be cool. Hahah. If we can all "restart" like that. Like a computer. And like at the age of 19, start learning everything from a baby again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooookay, maybe not. Maybe we can look through our memories like in Click, and be able to edit them like in Harry Potter. Hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could live in a drama/serial/movie, which would you live in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course in Manga world, where everyone is drawn to inhuman perfection - huge sparkly eyes, gorgeous hair that never changes when you wake up or go to sleep, big huge face and small tiny body, not to mention - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind. Back to DPD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7540254030781793331?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7540254030781793331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7540254030781793331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7540254030781793331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7540254030781793331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/sian.html' title='S.I.A.N'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7295878744876128855</id><published>2009-07-17T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:19:57.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooooooookay,</title><content type='html'>As much as I was so against the Absolute BF manga (am calling it ABF for short now), I couldn't stop my itchy butt and went to watch the Jap drama. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was reminded why I hated watch Jap dramas compared to Taiwan dramas. They are SO SLOW, slower than Korean dramas, and the love story suck big time. All the while I kept going RIIKO!! GET TOGETHER WITH SOSHI ALREADY!!! STUPID ANDRIOD, CAN YOU JUST MALFUNCTION ALREADY?!?! Taiwan dramas are so much more funnier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sheesh, guy who acts as Soshi is cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutteeeeee....... got dimples............. AND LOOKS LIKE MATSUMOTO JUN.... but is not. I wiki-ed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I keep up with this staying up late thing, I'm gonna get more pimples..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate W. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7295878744876128855?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7295878744876128855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7295878744876128855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7295878744876128855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7295878744876128855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooooooooookay.html' title='ooooooooookay,'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-4856153531844471904</id><published>2009-07-16T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:48:51.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remedy</title><content type='html'>Do you know what's the best remedy for tears?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long, cold shower in the hot afternoon, a couple of snacks like some really sweet nectarines or plums, and a dinner with a good buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY YEAR 3 TIMETABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And who was complaining about exams........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-4856153531844471904?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/4856153531844471904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=4856153531844471904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4856153531844471904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4856153531844471904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/remedy.html' title='remedy'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-4360906078967250173</id><published>2009-07-16T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:59:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>Yes. That's what I woke up today thinking about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-X-A-M-S. The E words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last round of exams. Did I mention I'm year 3? Oh no, I'm freaking out now. I don't have much of my notes, don't mention any brain cells left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SABBYYY!!! VIVIAN!!! YOU ARE MY SAVIOURS!!!!!!! LOL!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you guys haven't started the saving yet. But I know you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh goodness I MUST graduate next year otherwise I'll never hear the end of it from my mother not to mention I don't want to pay stupid fees for an entire semester where I go to school twice a week - hey wait, I'm already doing that now - and I don't want to repeat any bloody subjects because the year 2s are terribly obnoxious, don't mind me, but they are, I've tried it with RHT already, I DO NOT want to fail and take supp paper because the rules for supp paper has changed  - who the HECK is play My Life Will Suck Without You this early in the morning?????? - which means if my coursework die, I DIE............................................... Walao, now playing Just Dance. Party music should be just left for the night ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck, I really don't understand the storyline of Pandora Hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French, DPD, Gaming, LSO, MICE, F&amp;amp;B, you are all my best friends. :D Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*buys 100 lighters in preparation to burn notes after exams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-4360906078967250173?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/4360906078967250173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=4360906078967250173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4360906078967250173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4360906078967250173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5230958804536207829</id><published>2009-07-15T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:52:27.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and at chapter 5, she gives up.</title><content type='html'>Yes. I don't want to read this stupid manga anymore. Pffffft. &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;&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/20195033-5230958804536207829?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5230958804536207829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5230958804536207829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5230958804536207829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5230958804536207829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-at-chapter-5-she-gives-up.html' title='and at chapter 5, she gives up.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-658476531010902071</id><published>2009-07-15T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:37:49.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am only at chapter 2</title><content type='html'>of AB, and, I already BTH. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An android is already impossible. A really living male is even more impossible. Which guy in the world behaves like this? Sheeeeesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since no one read my blog anyway, I'm gonna blog whatever. Hahaha. Don't mind me. This is creating memories of 19 year old retardness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-658476531010902071?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/658476531010902071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=658476531010902071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/658476531010902071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/658476531010902071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-only-at-chapter-2.html' title='am only at chapter 2'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8774484898549914574</id><published>2009-07-15T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:32:29.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000120/00000001/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 690px; height: 1026px;" src="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000120/00000001/40.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right this time for real I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUT OF SHOCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a little background info - for those who have been watching the telly recently, I think you would have seen the advertisement for the latest Jap drama called Absolute Boyfriend, about this girl who orders an android who is recognised as her boyfriend, yadda yadda yadda)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW IT'S JUST A MANGA. BUT THEN HOR. WALAO. WHY DOES THE MANGA WORLD GET ALL THE GOOD STUFF????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a better life. LOL. HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiyoh. I feel so much better now. K not so much but kinda. DPD outta way, a little studying to catch up with, and of course, I'm gonna so spam Absolute BF. It looks quite funny. How can anyone fall in love with a robot I don't know, but if Japan ever invents one of these androids to be sold of the shelves, there will be WWIII. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8774484898549914574?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8774484898549914574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8774484898549914574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8774484898549914574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8774484898549914574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_15.html' title='......'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-297608351279232479</id><published>2009-07-15T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:05:39.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxsPVy7jbXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxsPVy7jbXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;br /&gt;Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?&lt;br /&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;br /&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;br /&gt;Did someone break your heart inside,you're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br /&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesn't pass&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever built to last, you're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you try to live on your own?&lt;br /&gt;When you burned down the house and home?&lt;br /&gt;Did you stand to close to the fire?&lt;br /&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to live and let die&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;br /&gt;Something inside this heart has died,you're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-297608351279232479?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/297608351279232479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=297608351279232479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/297608351279232479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/297608351279232479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/21-guns.html' title='21 guns'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8035219698338623838</id><published>2009-07-15T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:40:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>張芸京</title><content type='html'>My new toy. Hahahahaha. Picked it up from 娱乐百分百.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yb7AlOOrWbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yb7AlOOrWbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images3.icxo.com/20086/20086109850U1584P28T3D2053647F326DT200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 489px;" src="http://images3.icxo.com/20086/20086109850U1584P28T3D2053647F326DT200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell me if this is a guy or girl? Cos seriously, if it's a guy, wonderful. If it's a girl, I'm turning lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN ANYONE BE SO CUTE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8035219698338623838?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8035219698338623838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8035219698338623838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8035219698338623838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8035219698338623838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='張芸京'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-3440964887502684642</id><published>2009-07-15T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:25:20.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish!</title><content type='html'>I spent 2 hours over it, and I haven't come up ith a solution. Walao. I got better things to do lehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh come on LET'S FINISH DPD BY AFTERNOON!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I shall cook my lunch and blog because yesterday, someone took our their precious time and spent it with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. Wait. It's more like he stopped at the wrong bus stop and decided to drop by. That's so different. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am very happy, because I haven't talked to JY in like a million years! And, and, and, and, OH MY GOODNESSS.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*zips mouth*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it. No actually I can. I only can't believe you didn't tell me, you jerk. Hey do you remember back in secondary school, I called you "jerk" way more times than your name? Hahahah. You were a jerk. No, you are a jerk. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I shall starting singing your praises before you kill me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LJY, my best friend for 3 year plus and going, thank you for your Ice Milo treat from Mac yesterday and your listening ear and your willingness to share. I remember our old weekly Expo trips to saturday service and the mac at BB after that. We were 16 leh! 3 years ago leh! Gosh, time passes so fast. Hahahaha. Do you remember how annoying I was, chattering away on the train? You're so mature now you know! Hahahaha. I am so so sooooo glad for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I was quite the mood spoiler yesterday! But you really cheered me up like you always do - making fun of me, and talking big about yourself. HAHAHAHA. But I really appreciate it la. (: And I will remember what you said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Did I mention I have a recent addiction to ice milo? Yes. I have a recent addiction to ice milo and anything similiar, like Oreo Chocolate. But ICE MILO still rule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S Time to get back to DPD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-3440964887502684642?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/3440964887502684642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=3440964887502684642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3440964887502684642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3440964887502684642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-581484529203223669</id><published>2009-07-14T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:53:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games in libraries.</title><content type='html'>I'm in the school library, and there was this bunch of guys playing DotA just awhile ago. This is a pretty common occurance here, don't know if it's the same in other schools. Then they got kicked out because someone who wanted to use the computers outed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Outing people like that, to come here and play Facebook. In Chinese. You can already guess the nationality of the people who outed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeowch! I just got poked in the eye by an eyelash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is so unfair. Why are they able to access Facebook when I have been trying to for the past half an hour with no success? Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on 506 back to BB area with VM going to HD's place, we saw a REALLY REALLY CUTE BABY!!!! Have her picture in my phone curteousy of VM, but I don't think computers here have bluetooth. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the baby is very cute you know! Cute enough for VM to say she feels like having one. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Min's List of Dangerous Things That Sound Exciting To Do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a tattoo. Or several. No surprise here. I don't want to go into details about the dragon I wanna get, and how long and huge it will be... No. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go bungee jumping. And attempt to overcome my slight fear of heights. Yes. Slight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go parachuting. Sky diving. Jump of a plane. You know? Hahaha. Form words up in the sky with other people. Those sorta stuff. I just want to know the feeling of hurtling through the atmosphere miles above sea level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pierce my belly button. But there's nothing to show. Hahahahaha. Okay next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a boob job. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a full body job like the girl in 200 punds beauty! I'll be taller, thinner than a stick, falling over myself with huge boobs and a face that looks like every other Korean girl's face. Niiiiiiiiiiice. Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Trek through the Antartica. With my pretty insense hatred of cold and wet places, this sound really good. Really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climb the Mt. Everest. I think I'll die planning for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Become a secondary school teacher. It is dangerous enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stay the way I am now, a ticking time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are mostly dangerous because if I do them, my mother will kill me. Thus, I label them "harmful to life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. 5 minutes to French. I better get moving. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-581484529203223669?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/581484529203223669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=581484529203223669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/581484529203223669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/581484529203223669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/games-in-libraries.html' title='Games in libraries.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-3908767629556483045</id><published>2009-07-13T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:25:07.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl's dream</title><content type='html'>One day, I will go mad. Crazy. Cuckoo. And when I leave this world, people will remember me as the crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only a girl's fervent wish. A dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am only one girl, how am I supposed to stand up against to you, living in this Asian society where, despite being very widely Americanized, the males still dominate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a girl's dream. Nothing important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of people who said I was happy versus the number of people who said I was a liability. The number of people who will glance through my blog and think, this is such a selfish girl versus the number of people who really know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, me, my, myself, selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a girl's dream. Not important at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to face it? What am I supposed to do? Why is it supposed? Why can't I do anything? More like opposed. Obstruction. Mountains. Stupid girl, this isn't time to flaunt your limited vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background, secrecy, lies. The pretend game. Why? Do they make you feel very important? Boost your ego? Makes you feel that you are contributing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go through this? I see a pattern emerging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know; it's revenge. For what I did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know; it's Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know; I watch too much TV drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know; it's just a stupid girl's dream. Not important one. She always got her head up in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I have are dreams. I don't have anything, anyone, anymore to give. Don't take my dreams away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I sound happy, I want to be happy too. How can you be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said not to worry, and everything will go alright. I want to be reassured too. How do you reassure yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said don't worry, only me, papa and your brother will love you forever. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-3908767629556483045?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/3908767629556483045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=3908767629556483045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3908767629556483045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3908767629556483045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-dream.html' title='a girl&apos;s dream'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2831847816173558437</id><published>2009-07-09T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:39:25.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See, I told you...</title><content type='html'>... that I would blog more than once today. Get ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am very happy. Because... actually I don't know la. But I'm so happy that I went to do my nails and stayed in bed watching Fighting Spiders. I'm done with it. Well done Ethan, you made a very good villian. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make a wishlist! I haven't done that in a long time. In fact, I haven't been making lists. You should see the lists I used to write up. Ha, ha, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As random as it is, it's something I'm actually thinking through about. Because, I can't type very well while eating cake on my bed. So I got a lot of time to think. Hahaha. Thiew Min Min, you are full of excuses. Lousy ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Min's Random Wishlist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For Vivien Cai to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you happy knowing that you have your future secured even if you work shite now, then I'm happy. Even though my heart is painful to see you beat your body up working and going nuts in school. So I'll support you by being your rant pail, tear bucket and pillow if I'm tall enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For Vivian Ma to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious. From today onwards, I will shut up about what I think and let you do just what makes you happy. Because, that is the whole point of me being your friend. Not to give you shit about the choices you make, but to support you when you fall. So remember you can come home to me when things go wrong. I'll try my best girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For myself to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I deserve it (Maybe it's you. *theme song* Maybe's it Maybelline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taylor please a Taylor please a Taylor please a Taylor please a Taylor please a Taylor please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go Kbox!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Improve my singing skills to achieve the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. PSP plus all the games! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I need new clothes T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. pair of black heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A proper hair job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2831847816173558437?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2831847816173558437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2831847816173558437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2831847816173558437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2831847816173558437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/see-i-told-you.html' title='See, I told you...'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7213062812722610878</id><published>2009-07-09T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:35:34.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero no Tsukaima</title><content type='html'>Blogging so early in the morning, I'm probably going to do it again later. See, even I know my own bozo patterns. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime Espada and I recommends ZERO NO TSUKAIMA for anime-of-the-month! Here's my own review about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in little girls whacking up their male familiar for staring pervertically at other girls except her, you're in for a treat. Join Louise, a noble with magic powers she can't seem to control except on Saito, a Japanese boy pulled into their magical world. What will become of this 2 people who literally belongs to 2 different worlds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's a laugh. And there are many girls with big boobs in it, that's why it's no funny. No, I am not twisted that way. I just think it's funny how they use the fact they have big boobs to hook guys. And it don't work. Ho ho ho. Watch it if you have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a song I dedicate to all year 3 students. Sorta like a graduation song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE it's by Miley Cyrus. Duh. I love Miley Cyrus. Taylor Swift is so yesterday. :P Okay kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of the song: As we go through life there are going to be obstacles no matter what. The thing that is most important is what we learn as we continue to push through, break free of these obstacles, not the end point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7213062812722610878?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7213062812722610878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7213062812722610878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7213062812722610878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7213062812722610878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/zero-no-tsukaima.html' title='Zero no Tsukaima'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-833425603872209916</id><published>2009-07-08T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:50:08.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, the MJ tribute</title><content type='html'>All I can say is, I love his song Heal The World. I love what he's doing for the kids in the world. I love Neverland, it's so darn huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad press and all? Nuh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post for me today, I have some things on my agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I learnt an important lesson called don't go and KPO look at certain people's photos on Facebook. Especially not when you, uh, had a complicated past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. HOW??? Damn funny girl. Did I mention I got have a subscription to mobtv? It rocks. Fighting Spiders, that cute little boy has cute little dimples when he smiles. Can't be older than 14.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-833425603872209916?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/833425603872209916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=833425603872209916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/833425603872209916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/833425603872209916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-mj-tribute.html' title='Finally, the MJ tribute'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6811920480456765627</id><published>2009-07-07T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:59:00.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh</title><content type='html'>I forgot. I must mention something embarrassing I did every day I blogged. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAUUUU. If the previous post was not obvious and embarrassing enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;igotmyperiodtodaylaandiworewhiteshortsandthenitgotgyedredsoihadtogogetnewshortstochange&lt;br /&gt;andluckilynoonenoticedhahahahahahomgsoembarrassinggggggggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6811920480456765627?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6811920480456765627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6811920480456765627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6811920480456765627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6811920480456765627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh.html' title='Oh'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-725898279214133676</id><published>2009-07-07T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:39:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Sick post ahead. Guys be warned.</title><content type='html'>So. Have you heard of DYSMENORRHEA? Bet you haven't unless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're a HUGE wikipedia.com fan&lt;br /&gt;2. You're a very intellectual girl&lt;br /&gt;3. You took Biology in O/A levels or even up to university&lt;br /&gt;4. You're affected by it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menstrual_cramp"&gt;Wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt; says it's "...a medical condition characterized by severe uterine pain during menstruation," AKA menstrual cramp. Feared by girls and scorned by males. But Dysmenorrhea is those like, super duper pain one where the poor girl probably has to go hospital or something. We normal human beings just call it MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had this accident involving 2 pairs of shorts, one taxi ride and a moaning, groaning and fully complaining me. Thus, I'm proud to present to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Min's Guide to MC, and How To Kick It In It's Ass&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? CAUSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molecular compounds called prostaglandins are released during menstruation, due to the destruction of the endometrial cells, and the resultant release of their contents. Release of prostaglandins... right. Wait. Let me summarize this in human lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fatty-acids-like substances are released during our period to help in destroying the walls of the uterus (the main reason for having periods, wiki this yourselves). How do they destroy it? By contracting the uterus, causing the blood supply to the uterus walls to be cut off. The walls, er, fall off, and is released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractions (eh, like pregnant like that leh) would not stop until the process of all the stuff on the uterus walls falls off completely. Thus, the feeling of cramps is the uterus walls contracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OH. MY. GOD. Something is CONTRACTING INSIDE ME NOW. Can you believe it. How come I don't feel anything becoming smaller and bigger and smaller and bigger? Isn't that what contracting means??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SYMPTOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, it gets painful around your lower abdomen area. Sometimes I get it at my lower back. What about you ladies? I think we all have similar but slightly variating symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most importantly, HOW???!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific research has shown eating supplements like omega-3 fatty acids, magnesium, vitamin E, zinc, and thiamine etc will help. They mainly help in reducing the pain. Other methods look scary so I shan't post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think listening to your mummy is the best. Eating/drinking those horrible herbal stuff after your period ends, and drinking ginger tea helps to alleviate the pain. It works. For me la. Although I really hate ginger tea cos it burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONCLUSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out the scientific reason to having cramps... I think they're pretty unavoidable unless you take hormone pills which stop your period completely... and stop a lot of things also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is to reduce the pain. And relying on painkillers isn't good. It's like addiction. Your pain threshold will decrease, and one day if you're out of painkillers the pain from the contractions might just kill you. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think those contractions are the same as the ones pregnant woman get before the baby comes. You know, contracting the uterus so that the baby will be slowly pushed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! So take it as practice. A milder, less painful and messy practice. Not to mention you won't end up with a baby, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, avoid all things cold (you know, cold contract hot expands, you don't want to contract any further do you?) and in the Chinese's terms of "cooling" e.g. too much vegetables/fruits, grass jelly, just to name some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Y-chromosomed homo sapien, when your dearest girls around you (sister, mother, girl friend, BFF etc) gets cramps, they can't help it. You can do them a favour by making them a cup of warm ginger tea and... forcing/stuffing it down their throats, cos that stuff seriously taste horrible. But it helps. I'll admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can help them like how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;王大东&lt;/span&gt; helped his girl during 终极一班: get his piano playing friend 小雨 to compose a song called... MC 之歌.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell ginger tea in 3 in 1 packets now. Please use that, not like my dearest mother who used fresh ginger and honey for me. I think that one is lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;记得，敏敏的话要听&lt;/span&gt;. Ha ha, sorry, internal joke. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-725898279214133676?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/725898279214133676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=725898279214133676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/725898279214133676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/725898279214133676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/warning-sick-post-ahead-guys-be-warned.html' title='Warning: Sick post ahead. Guys be warned.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2605371634877640828</id><published>2009-07-06T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:11:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoedown throwdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fRiT05TWwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fRiT05TWwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all go learn it! Watch it in HQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like deja vu. I can't stop trembling out of fear/anger/goodnessknowswhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish APEL 3, F&amp;amp;B eval, and shoo shoo go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't learn from certain people who like to stay up on the phone talking until 4 am then next day go school scared got eye bags. Hahahahaha...... I didn't say who.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Jay........... chou? I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No actually I don't. Lunch with JY tmr! Don't pon school and PS me a.g.a.i.n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaa. Mehhh. Whatever sounds sheep make. Moooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uses shepherd's pole thingy to shoo her sheepful self to sleep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2605371634877640828?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2605371634877640828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2605371634877640828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2605371634877640828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2605371634877640828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoedown-throwdown.html' title='hoedown throwdown'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-4046714593450857062</id><published>2009-07-05T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:39:20.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith.</title><content type='html'>If you were given trust and faith, which will you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pick faith, because trust is a subset of faith (Forsaking All I Trust Him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Anyway, if you catch my beats on sgBEAT or FB, you'll remember I mentioned this little girl who waved hi to me once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to school I think, can't remember now, and while walking past the playground, I heard this very annoying dragging sound on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super annoyed because I had my earpiece on and it's not one of those fancy-stuff-in-your-ear ones but the very pok Sony Ericsson one. So I can totally hear the sound. Tsk tsk. Then I looked up to see who was causing the stupid sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I saw this mummy dunno doing what, then I saw the little girl behind her. She was dragging something that I vaguely remember has wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she saw me, she absolutely beamed at me and waved her little hand excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? Of course I smiled and waved back at her. She was sooooooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cute isn't really the point. That girl is probably no older than 5, and her smile shot this beam of happy light through me. So when I walked to the train station that day, I was smiling too. Like retarded person la, a bit la, but at least I'm smiling right? Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. I'm smiling now also. Cos I just got a very funny thought. Never mind. Self entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I gotta finish this in one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second story: Very very long ago while I was more eligible to be called "teenager" compared to now, Yilun (my zone supervisor) spent a lot of time at my cell group because we were having a sec school kind of CG. She spent a lot of time with us also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, she was already engaged. And the piece of advice that I remember from her is,"When you girls want to choose husband when you grow up, choose one that really love God. Because if he really love a God that we all can't see, how much to you think he will love you, the woman that he can see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That point of time, we all went, "Wahhhhhh......" Then in our minds - OKAY, MY MIND - I still had the mentality of my dream guy. Eh, I mentioned this only -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, at this point of time I stopped blogging for over an hour to go downstairs and pei a friend in need. Hearts you lots friend. Remember what I said. And here I am back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh. I only mentioned my "dream guy" about one million times. I can memorize it already. Even Raffy can memorize it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time Yilun probably knew the impact she made on us, and she wanted us to know how to choose the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I think it's impacted a different way on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can trust God wholeheartedly, whom I can't see, I can trust people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've mentioned 2 people already, first the little girl, then my zone supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-4046714593450857062?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/4046714593450857062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=4046714593450857062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4046714593450857062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4046714593450857062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/faith.html' title='Faith.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-937703021276587883</id><published>2009-07-05T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:44:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>Shan Wee got OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, whoever you are, you rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-937703021276587883?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/937703021276587883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=937703021276587883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/937703021276587883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/937703021276587883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2698303968253615206</id><published>2009-07-04T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:56:04.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bash Em Up.</title><content type='html'>One after another, you people like to join in the game of Screw-Up-My-Life huh. Now, it's my mother. You know, after today, I get the point that I'm fully 100% her daughter, because we both are totally unreasonable, it takes us 5 seconds to get angry and 5 years to cool down, and we always miss the point. So sue me. NO, sue her, she gave birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's only a blooody warning letter. I have tons of them. Why scold me only when I'm in Year 3? Totally don't make sense. Also, what I do outside is totally not related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm messing up her closet, and deleting all her phone contacts. HAH! TECH NOOOBB. I'll put up firewalls in the computer and block Hotmail so she cannot access her email. Load porn into the computer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait, I don't really know how to do that. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I'll hide her new CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing things like this since I was a kid. Betcha didn't know that. I'd lock everything important in my room so they can't get back to me. I even have multiple bank accounts so they won't track my spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my dad don't FB and my mom can't FB for nuts even though she tries to be hip, they won't find this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my mom thinks she can win me, she's 2 centuries asleep. She can't even win me in words now. Okay la, if she uses Chinese. Hey, guess who taught me ABC. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. But what if that hand slaps you with every mouth of food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know? They can take away my pocket money, no problem. I got my sources. And in Sept, I start internship. After that I'll go straight to work. Hahaha! Screww you bloody plans for chucking my in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never followed her ideals (Going to a good sec school, going JC, I PUI.) so this won't change. Just that going Australia was a good idea so I can continue sucking money from them while enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I have my moments. Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in spite of all my pent up anger, I'm still going to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One stupid thing I did today: I love drying my hair. I love my hot pink hair dryer. It rocks. Today when I was drying my hair I sat on my chair with one leg up and the other down like one of those gang sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! You never see people dry hair before ah? Cannot is it? I like pink cannot ah? What you doing in my floor plate (if you don't get it, think Chinese) hah? Need to pay money one you know? Eh stare what stare? My sexy leg jiggling cannot is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All while drying my long beautiful lustrious hair. Sigh~~~ I feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the best hair results, always use Philips. The ideal Hair Dryer. Makes you feel... dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2698303968253615206?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2698303968253615206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2698303968253615206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2698303968253615206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2698303968253615206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/bash-em-up.html' title='Bash Em Up.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6383339309619431117</id><published>2009-07-03T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:49:02.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's the 4th time I've blogged</title><content type='html'>Is it??? Is it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today so cool. I met up with so many Js. Jasmine, Jessica, Jonathan Ashley Ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not forgeting the HD and VM. Henzy David and Vivian Ma who seemed to have flew down from Changi Airport Terminal 3. Why never ta pao a azuki freeze for me!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm happy today. Shall stay that way. I think it's because of that retard squirrel-mongoose crossbreed in Ice Age 3. Honestly, don't waste your money. Watch it online. But because I got to see retardedness on the big screen, it's not much of a waste. Can I right-click "waste" here like in MS word to get a synonym? Oh. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Peaches is so cuuuuuute. So cuuuuuuuuuuttteeeeee. Right, Jon? Hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't spoil the movie for you, not that there is much to spoil anyway. I got late too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know? YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER BOUGHT ANYTHING TODAY! EVEN THOUGH I WENT SHOPPING! YES! SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WRONG WITH ME! NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did. $4 at daiso on some stuff, nothing important. I went into many shoe shops, and I bought NO SHOES. I went in to even more clothes shop, and I bought NO CLOTHES. I went into Etude House (love love love many many many!!!) and I bought NO MAKEUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, kneel before the master of spending abstinence. KNEEL, I SAY. Oh, why am I able to abstain? Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have better things to buy. Like, my guitar, my psp, a new pair of shoes for presentation, a new halter neck top for presentation since my dad ruined my previous one, and the list goes on. I just can't get them yet. Yet. So. I &lt;i&gt;abstain&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, ya right. There was this red checked spag at Esprit that I would have bought if it wasn't a friggin' $70. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaankssss JASMINE for the window shopping therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaaaaaaaaaankssssss HENZY &amp; VI for pei-ing me eat dinner, or actually, allowing me to eat parts of your dinner to form mine. Hey, I really wasn't hungry. I'm still not hungry. It was the lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaankkssssss JESS &amp; JON for watching retarded Ice Age 3 with me. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia: wheeeeen we walked on fieeeeeelds of goldddd..... *guitar dies off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA I ALMOST FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards for YOUR laughter's sake I'll blog something embarrassing and retarded that I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I can't think of any. Hmm, oh wait. I got one. HECK NO, it's damn embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well: I was talking on the phone using my earpiece very loudly because I was excited at the topic (VM, your fault) and this guy from YISS walked past me and STARED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just continue talking lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, today's one really embarrassing. Cannot say in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6383339309619431117?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6383339309619431117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6383339309619431117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6383339309619431117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6383339309619431117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-its-4th-time-ive-blogged.html' title='I think it&apos;s the 4th time I&apos;ve blogged'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-928094265691351352</id><published>2009-07-03T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:50:36.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><content type='html'>I was reading tweets from Twitter, and saw Ryan Seacrest's tweet about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t90dFkM9acg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t90dFkM9acg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, I can't believe you can do this. Well actually, I can. Hahaha. Oops, it's 1040 alreadyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Bye. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PO-PO-PO-POKER FACE PO-PO-POKER FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about Oliver's version: poke poke poke poke your face poke poke poke your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT WAIT WAIT I'M GOING TO BE LATE BUT I FOUND THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDzScAYAGg0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDzScAYAGg0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY TIAN. TAYLOR SWIFT LEH. FEARLESS CONCERT. WHY CAN'T SHE COME SINGAPORE. IT'LL BE MY FIRST TIME GOING TO A CONCERT. I KNOW ALL HER FEARLESS SONGS. OH HAHAHAHAHAHAH. But I wish John Meyer sang louder. Or maybe, the fans could shut up for a bit. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT LEH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gonez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-928094265691351352?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/928094265691351352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=928094265691351352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/928094265691351352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/928094265691351352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6196643128857834885</id><published>2009-07-03T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:44:16.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growl.</title><content type='html'>I'm hungryyyy T_T That's why I should never stay up beyong 12. But I can't sleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, "ren bu ke mao xiang" this phrase is really true. Not sometimes, but all the time. 17 year old me wouldn't have believed me to be in this stage.. graduating, a step closer to the workforce. Not that I'm anticipating it. I'm ANTI it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is looking back such a bad thing? I don't think it is. We learn from our mistakes and enjoy the fruit of our past labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But living in the past must be bad. I see a live example of it everytime I go back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience, my young Padawan." I wanted to be a Jedi Knight at the age of 14. I even planned what colour I wanted for a lightsaber. See, can you tell I was nuts about Star Wars? I bet you can't. I was even crazier about Harry Potter. At the age of 11, when HP movie 1 first came out, I joined a HP fan club. Ask me anything about Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else was I crazy about? Oh, games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a lot of Gunbound in primary school and up to about secondary 2. I'm proud to say I never touched Maple, thank God. I played Neopets like mad in primary school too! Hahahaha, that was fun. Back awhile (last year) I was crazy about Cabal. One of the most stupidest things to do since I screwed up classes just to stay at home to PLAY. Oh my god. Now I'm reminded of it. Screw Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently? I'm mad about anime. Otaku. Whatever. But it's like, drawing me in. It excites me to see a new anime. I feel exhilerated. Intoxicated. Mad..... crazy. -_- Okayyy, not that exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a few other things I was mad about.. people that I were mad about including Westlife (11 year old me), Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars, Draco Malfoy... Yes, I like all the evil people in the movies. Cannot is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really know me? Or do you know the me in these 2 years? Do you even bother? What you know is a jumbled up mish mash of facts from word of mouth and your own judgements... Do you know, I'm not very intelligent but I can solve a 3X3 Rubik's cube? That I can put on make up in 5 minutes and look like I put in on in 30 minutes (it's a matter of what you use, heh heh heh :P)? That I hate milk because I puke everytime I smell it? That one of the best things I love doing is to cook dinner while chatting on the phone? Do you know I destress by cleaning out my room? I read books at the speed of light? I have like 1 million boxes of plasters lying about? I am stupidly accident prone because I don't bother to look what's in front of me once I see my goal? Do you know I couldn't concentrate at all this year? There was this piece of black thing in my mind. I couldn't process things, I couldn't multi task, I couldn't do what I could do last time, I couldn't process more that one thing in my mind and processing one thing took a hell lot of energy already. Maybe because I watch too much anime, ha ha, or maybe because I'm going mad and should go to IMH soon. Do you know I own like every colour of hair bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. You people, you only know bits and pieces. You think you know everything so that you can make fair judgements on me, and I am the dumb one who let you all get away with it. I am NOT going to be pushed about. I am NOT going to let my feelings get better of me. I am DONE with processing and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know why? I can see my future. It's going to be the same as last time. I'm going to run away some where far. Meet a whole group of new people. Fall in love with more things and more people. New best friends. Fall out of love with things and people. Move on. Run away. Repeat cycle. It's going to be like that! Have been since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move on. I already know where I'm running to, next. And I even know where I'm going to run to, after that. Gosh, I'm so knowledgeable in the knowledge of running away. Sheeeeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make way, make way. Let her through. She's getting out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? This is why I can't even move from this level up. I've been running horizontally. Literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6196643128857834885?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6196643128857834885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6196643128857834885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6196643128857834885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6196643128857834885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/growl.html' title='growl.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7065040900267319535</id><published>2009-07-02T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:18:30.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And today is half gone. In the end I can't do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7065040900267319535?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7065040900267319535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7065040900267319535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7065040900267319535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7065040900267319535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-today-is-half-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8737656628962496881</id><published>2009-06-30T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:56:41.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more minutes to july</title><content type='html'>I wonder. Who came up with promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never making another promise, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're right, always have been. Same theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink blink, it's going to be a new day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on darling, push yourself. Let's start the new day right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I commit the new day in Your hands, that You will protect me wherever I go and most importantly, give me peace in my heart. Let there be new focus in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8737656628962496881?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8737656628962496881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8737656628962496881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8737656628962496881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8737656628962496881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-more-minutes-to-july.html' title='7 more minutes to july'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5949186916391673497</id><published>2009-06-29T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:42:10.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June ends tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Yeah, and it hits the 7th month of year 2009. More than half the year is gone. All will go well in Jesus' name, and HTM '10 batch will graduate in March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to start university in June/July 2010, probably get my degree by 2014, and officially start work. By then I MUST (no more should) have a license even if I don't have a car, and at least 2 endowment plans. I will work in the hospitality industry for 10 years (2024) and see if I still want to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contingency plan? Go back to Malaysia lor. And work in the tourism industry, as much as I don't really like it. I have to learn proper Chinese and Malay also. HAHAHA WAIT LONG LONG AH, I go back Malaysia. I rather migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stay in Australia after I get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, Miss Anastacia Thiew, you've got your life mapped out already. Let's map out just 2009, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- July/August: Complete projectsssss &amp;amp; hit the books for the 5 examination papers in August. Vi Ma, watch out here I come :P&lt;br /&gt;- September: BTT/PDL.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE DIE&lt;/span&gt; also must get then. Otherwise when SIP starts where am I going to find time, looking at the shit hours I would have to work for the money (drooling at my 1k already).&lt;br /&gt;- Sept to Jan: What can I do? Must remind myself: 1k per month, can graduate within 3 years from poly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime after that it's AUSTRALIA HERE I COME! And I hope I can get my SG citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to try/learn in Aus:&lt;br /&gt;- Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;- Skimming/surfing (I said TRY)&lt;br /&gt;- 瘦身, hahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm getting all excited. Rubbish, haven't even choose school. Hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I SHOULD GO BEIJING'S UNIVERSITY OF TOURISM!!!HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I RATHER GO BACK TO MALAYSIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5949186916391673497?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5949186916391673497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5949186916391673497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5949186916391673497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5949186916391673497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-ends-tomorrow.html' title='June ends tomorrow'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6680815501227677754</id><published>2009-06-27T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:05:45.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGKDKF-jA10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGKDKF-jA10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6680815501227677754?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6680815501227677754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6680815501227677754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6680815501227677754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6680815501227677754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/butterfly-fly-away.html' title='Butterfly Fly Away'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5003593247123138489</id><published>2009-06-21T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:18:22.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'kay. I feel so much better.</title><content type='html'>Because of 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yesterday's Fathers' Day sermon by Pst Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow God's schedule, not yours. I think Pst Tan is very cute when he was telling us about how the relationship with his children (4!) is very much like our relationship with Father God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: PAPA! Why kor kor have psp I don't have??? I also waaaaaaaaaant! NOWWW! NOW NOW NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Papa: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: God! Why Vege have psp I don't have??? I also waaaaaaaaaaaant! NOWWW! NOW NOW NOW!&lt;br /&gt;God: .... how old already leh you... still learn from people's children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe I will get my psp. Not now, but soon. Hohohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I really think that it's true our relationship with God like a "ask now get now" kind of thing. We always ask God when is our miracle going to be. But that's like saying, follow MY schedule, not HIS, MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rude, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooooo........... I'm going to follow His schedule, and...... chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My friend's MSN nick: when things don't go your way... just tell yourself "It's like that one what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lor. It's like that one what. You think you having holiday ah? Technically speaking yes you are but it ends TODAY. And then the Ryuichi Sakamoto's Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence playing now very distracting but you got a lot of things to do leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got a lot of things to do. But it's like that one what. I wake up every morning with a start because I was dreaming about all the things I haven't do, and I go to sleep without resting my brain because I'm thinking about all the things I haven't done. But most people are like that now right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just leave it and live it. Time to finally get started on LSO article review. Still got meeting in the evening later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5003593247123138489?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5003593247123138489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5003593247123138489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5003593247123138489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5003593247123138489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/kay-i-feel-so-much-better.html' title='&apos;kay. I feel so much better.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-642561087603115546</id><published>2009-06-16T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:08:23.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the feeling of going nowhere</title><content type='html'>I think it's a new habit, this feeling. I've never had it - the insecurity of not knowing where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who's the _____ who influenced me! Grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I spend a lot of time think about what happen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;, I started thinking about what will happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and realise I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started getting scared. I know people say the future is unstable, will change, no one can control it... but it's mine. If I don't control it, who does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us, we were all attached; now only left one. Why so sudden? What does my future hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears, pouring in. It's like someone opened another valve for the water to flow, and everything starts rushing in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore, because nothing seems to work. I don't know what to say anymore, because it never happens. I don't even bother trying, because I know what will happen. Unfortunately, that's the only thing I'm certain about. I can tell them this and that and pretend I'm a big sister for the day but you know what rubbish really happens in my own life. Sometimes, I don't even feel like talking about it cos I'm just so bored, hello, it's all the same thing, can give me a new problem or not, but that is just dumb because I have a lot of things to think about already. I don't want to go to the stage where I don't care and you don't care and the whole world don't care. But believe me, I'm almost there. I want to stop day dreaming about how my future will be, how I want it to be, how this and that just because I have no idea what the future holds for me, or how I will hold my future. I want to do what I preach, and preach what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to stop everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty, when did you start becoming my enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我以前不是这样的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, apparently now, it's true. Everytime I put it on, something bad happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-642561087603115546?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/642561087603115546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=642561087603115546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/642561087603115546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/642561087603115546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-feeling-of-going-nowhere.html' title='I hate the feeling of going nowhere'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-1186871788538786565</id><published>2009-06-11T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:50:58.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>默默的等。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;默默&lt;/span&gt; - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MBEr0SJKGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MBEr0SJKGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then evaporated, cos the weather is so bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEK CHEK! Lost at Lvl 23 at TD just now. Sian. STUPID DRAGONSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you know, you know what's my latest craze? My latest crazy? You know you know?? DON'T KNOW RIGHT?!??!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;娱乐百分百&lt;/span&gt; on Youtube!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;小猪与小鬼&lt;/span&gt; very good already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY ALWAYS SHOW MY FAV TAIWAN STARS. Eh, NOT JUST FLH ok, I'm not so mad. They had an episode on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;终极三国&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgvZM9o8SCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgvZM9o8SCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT ME NOWWWWWWWWWW. SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT ME DIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAMM!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-1186871788538786565?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/1186871788538786565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=1186871788538786565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1186871788538786565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1186871788538786565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_11.html' title='默默的等。'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6642043171672819599</id><published>2009-06-10T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:13:01.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQbZddihNlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQbZddihNlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6642043171672819599?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6642043171672819599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6642043171672819599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6642043171672819599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6642043171672819599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-1174758233080398600</id><published>2009-06-09T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:10:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHH, I FOUND THE SONG, its in X family, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ttb5lviHFdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ttb5lviHFdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu bei &amp;amp; Ah Xiang, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-1174758233080398600?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/1174758233080398600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=1174758233080398600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1174758233080398600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1174758233080398600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhhhhhh-i-found-song-its-in-x-family.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8018773317045824541</id><published>2009-06-08T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:45:11.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got hit.</title><content type='html'>Yes. I got hit. By a stick of pure awesomeness... from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CANNOT TAKE IT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! How can I not have recognised them. I was so mad over Wu Zhun like last year, and have seen one million and one pictures of FLH. HOW can I have not recognised the other two??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you were busy drooling over Wu Zhun and subsequently, Jiro. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!! Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVawFORkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9PEcRVw73cQ/s1600-h/e9b7b2d00d4b90_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVawFORkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9PEcRVw73cQ/s320/e9b7b2d00d4b90_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811144597882434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVbCfWlBI/AAAAAAAAASA/lSvm33PExLQ/s1600-h/250px-Ding_Xiao_Yu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVbCfWlBI/AAAAAAAAASA/lSvm33PExLQ/s320/250px-Ding_Xiao_Yu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811149539316754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's so different from the pictures they took from FLH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVu2n7HTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Hw4eRj5gGS4/s1600-h/fahrenheit8th2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVu2n7HTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Hw4eRj5gGS4/s320/fahrenheit8th2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811489951423794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVvBbAZPI/AAAAAAAAASg/dydzIHeUdhs/s1600-h/taiwan-fahrenheit-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVvBbAZPI/AAAAAAAAASg/dydzIHeUdhs/s320/taiwan-fahrenheit-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811492850033906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVvKx8AgI/AAAAAAAAASY/VXdmNZlBSMM/s1600-h/fans007fe9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVvKx8AgI/AAAAAAAAASY/VXdmNZlBSMM/s320/fans007fe9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811495362134530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVui5JKiI/AAAAAAAAASI/wjuKVOMOn4c/s1600-h/fahrenheit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVui5JKiI/AAAAAAAAASI/wjuKVOMOn4c/s320/fahrenheit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811484654938658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeee?????? Can't tell the difference with Calvin and Aaron right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG, guess what I found, VEE VEE, YOU'LL LOVE THIS!!! THEY LOOK LIKE ARASHI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://frhj.tv/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAHRENHEIT, JAPAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know? Aaron's an '85 baby. Youngest in the FLH family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的丁小雨，终于知道你是谁！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神经病！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8018773317045824541?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8018773317045824541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8018773317045824541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8018773317045824541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8018773317045824541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-hit.html' title='I got hit.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SiyVawFORkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9PEcRVw73cQ/s72-c/e9b7b2d00d4b90_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5686452122838913766</id><published>2009-06-06T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:20:36.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO RETARDED, I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I CAN TAKE IT! AND ALL I CAN DO IS TO SAY IT'S RETARDED, IT'S SO RETARDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of using retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO FRUSTRATING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5686452122838913766?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5686452122838913766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5686452122838913766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5686452122838913766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5686452122838913766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/gahhhhhhhhhhhhh-so-retarded-i-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6988355935566493092</id><published>2009-06-05T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:28:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now a dream, next a future.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Since this is on my blog, it'll be fictional anyway. Means it won't happen. But it doesn't mean I cannot DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do I See Myself One Year From Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Paris. Study there, maybe. If I can do the studying in English, that is. Can't make it, my French. Oh well. But I'll speak French. I'll be cool. I'll wear sunglasses everyday, and take long walks down the Seine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw the Eiffel Tower on weekends, and drink coffee at the cafe down from my apartment. Yes, I'll live in one of those studio apartments. It'll be, erm, neater than a pin. I'll have mirrors everywhere, and French brands for my clothes shoes and makeup. OMg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet someone there? No. I'll only be in Paris for 2 years max, I think. Then I'll go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT SOUNDS FUN HOR.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time where I'm going to graduate, it feels like O level all over again. Where it's time to make a major decision in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Anastacia, if that's what you want call yourself now, you want to run away again? What, Singapore too small for you? Running from the west to the east not enough? You have to go from Asia to Europe now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am selfish, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll call me. Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna go somewhere far... be indepedent for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How possible is it? But my time's gonna be up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6988355935566493092?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6988355935566493092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6988355935566493092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6988355935566493092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6988355935566493092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-dream-next-future.html' title='Now a dream, next a future.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-101290067197352958</id><published>2009-06-02T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:46:36.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never BEEN replaced, because you can't make it anyway -_-</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just about have enough of that song. I think it's haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, never be replaced or something like that, has been haunting me since sec school okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I JIAN CHI I really don't like the song. It is eerie to the max. EERIER THAN AH PIAO MEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so I KPO-ed and went to google who the f* is 1st Lady. Eerie to the max. She's dead, apparently. Walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why people like the song. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you? Tell me if you do. I wanna know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then hor, why hor, all the Taiwan guys the hairstyle die die.... same one..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sians. It's the flu man, it's the flu. I don't even know where I got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah piao, shi ni dai gei wo de ma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-101290067197352958?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/101290067197352958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=101290067197352958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/101290067197352958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/101290067197352958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-been-replaced-because-you-cant.html' title='never BEEN replaced, because you can&apos;t make it anyway -_-'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-1563499264726776326</id><published>2009-06-01T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:46:23.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring yourself.</title><content type='html'>I think the mid sems just went past, no? Or maybe it is this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got his results back (I saw them too), and he was kinda, hmm what's the word, upset? Well, he wasn't really happy with his results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he wanted to know how to motivate himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm not at the top of the hill currently too, with this many things to do and so little time. But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I swore not to go to another blog. But this one was accidental. It's not even a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found something that had the title of "by volunteers, for volunteers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by minmin, from TP HTM, year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like ages ago. I didn't even I wrote something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever that went through my head when I was reading it you don't have to know lah, so paiseh. *shy* :P but main thing is. If she, my 18 year old self, can do it, so can my 19 year old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh my phone ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I'm going to do this right. Along with all the projects + LSO article review + stupid mental beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo! Scram! Buzz off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....p.s. I saw an old picture too. I really think I should go cut my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-1563499264726776326?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/1563499264726776326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=1563499264726776326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1563499264726776326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1563499264726776326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiring-yourself.html' title='inspiring yourself.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6670984246099317923</id><published>2009-06-01T13:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:39:04.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Advertisement.</title><content type='html'>Some of life's mysteries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are lemons yellow and sour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did that guy downstairs sneeze 5 times in a row? Oh, there he went again. 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why are there circles and squares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do we see things differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why is Jiro Wang so shuai? He got fireball leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are all the songs so funny?!??!?!!??!?! hahahahahaha. shou bu liao!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6670984246099317923?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6670984246099317923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6670984246099317923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6670984246099317923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6670984246099317923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/06/advertisement.html' title='The Advertisement.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5192392710764398529</id><published>2009-05-29T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:09:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah crud. it's only been 5mins.</title><content type='html'>And I wanted to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that from this day on th only blog I will view is MY OWN BLOG cos reading other people's blog is very very depresssing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However shitty it was, I sometimes I wish I can go back to old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever I want. I can do whatever I want without caring how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5192392710764398529?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5192392710764398529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5192392710764398529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5192392710764398529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5192392710764398529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-crud-its-only-been-5mins.html' title='ah crud. it&apos;s only been 5mins.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7720838706947946926</id><published>2009-05-29T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:04:09.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so random</title><content type='html'>Today, the weather is really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanted to bake muffins but someone wanted pancakes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I re painted my nails which were "chui-ed" during the camp over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to school. Surprised? I had MICE test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched Pandora Hearts and X. I think Clamp rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I told myself to get over it. I told her to get over it too ^^ Get over it! Get over him. Both of them are not worth your time. I am :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw him holding hands with a girl at business school. Eh! Sounds suspicious right? No la. I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; because it was this guy that I knew from TPSU but have no idea what his name is anymore. Hey, VMCW, you know who he is. PC one, damn tall, almost always wear cap, quite good looking but not my kind, remember? I think from Accion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the main thing is not him, nor her. It's like... holding hands in TPBUS? -_- Sorry no offence to Sabby, or VM, but...Relationship with someone in the same school as me? No way. Call it past fear or stupidity, but incidents from 3 years back still haunts me. TP may be big, and he may be from TPENG and she may be from TPBUS but it's still TP. Poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I DON'T MEAN YOU VM! I MEANT THE COUPLE I SAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it got me so riled though. Don't know. Don't wanna remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................... stone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realized I can't really see it. Where will this head to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7720838706947946926?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7720838706947946926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7720838706947946926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7720838706947946926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7720838706947946926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-so-random.html' title='it&apos;s so random'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-4608368267315145454</id><published>2009-05-28T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:09:50.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the words that seem so hard to say</title><content type='html'>Very interesting hor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/annestayshia/invite"&gt;Click here to join Plurk!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like other people to know what they are doing at any point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos they wanna know what other people are doing at every point of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may call it stalking, invasion of privacy, pure stupidity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it's quite fun, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are on Facebook, Twitter or Plurk, please, "follow" me. LOL. I wanna "follow" you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-4608368267315145454?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/4608368267315145454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=4608368267315145454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4608368267315145454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4608368267315145454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-that-seem-so-hard-to-say.html' title='the words that seem so hard to say'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-9028062642983701679</id><published>2009-05-27T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:59:28.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't have a lot of readers. But I'll do my part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/GCA-SwineFlu/idUSTRE54Q0EK20090527?rpc=60"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, Singapore has just confirmed it's first H1N1 case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, right here on Singapore soil. Along with all the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lahs, lohs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aiyohs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a video, credits to the Mr Brown Show, about personal hygiene in this time of bio-peril. I highly encourage you to watch.... because, it's just so funny. I can't stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-9028062642983701679?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/9028062642983701679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=9028062642983701679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/9028062642983701679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/9028062642983701679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/h1n1.html' title='H1N1'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7734480865778945297</id><published>2009-05-27T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:04:57.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parle a ma main</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4FamibkUH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4FamibkUH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in school now. Parle a ma main means TALK TO THE HAND. Here's the English translation. Totally funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, at the Bazooka's home.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what are you doing there?&lt;br /&gt;Whaaatt???!&lt;br /&gt;How come you're not at School?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to school anymore, it's for losers! Anyway I got a date with my boyfriend today&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you right now, you're not gonna go out dressed like that!Until you are my sister there's no way you are not going out dressed like a 'ho ! Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What the hell are you talking about ? Leave me alone, you're not my father, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare talk to your brother like that young lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Yelle&lt;br /&gt;Hello Christelle&lt;br /&gt;hey, we're not bitches, 'right?!&lt;br /&gt;For sure!&lt;br /&gt;And we gonna tell 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Ok!&lt;br /&gt;TALK TO THE HAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a loser&lt;br /&gt;U bore me out&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it it means forget me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with my bitches I'm walking down the streets&lt;br /&gt;behind a guy is checking out my ass&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's normal, I'm so hot in Miss Sixty lo cut.&lt;br /&gt;They shape so well my ass with the G-string sticking out&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm only sixteen but I wear 95B&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my wonder bra that I really well filled up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy talks to me in his loser lacoste polo.&lt;br /&gt;Hey lady, you're so hot do you wanna go for a mint ice cream with me?&lt;br /&gt;nha nha, NI. Not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a loser&lt;br /&gt;U bore me out&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it it means forget me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are all big losers,&lt;br /&gt;The boys are all big losers,&lt;br /&gt;The boys, the boys, the boys are all big losers.&lt;br /&gt;The boys are all big losers all they think about is fingering us.&lt;br /&gt;All they do is cheat on us I read it on the Vitaa's CD.&lt;br /&gt;My parents too suck big time&lt;br /&gt;They don't want me to smoke and won't divorce&lt;br /&gt;I really can't be bothered to be their scape goat no more&lt;br /&gt;they don't understand that for survival I really need a scooter&lt;br /&gt;If it carries on, I swear I run off to the club&lt;br /&gt;And just to piss them off I come back home at 2AM&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually thinking about it. Not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a loser&lt;br /&gt;U bore me out&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it it means forget me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmhm. ok, get out, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are, enough, you're not my dad.&lt;br /&gt;mmmhm. ok, get out, stop it there.&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are, enough! Talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Power , ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;Come on go buy yourself a life&lt;br /&gt;You're not on my friend's list&lt;br /&gt;1 I kick you out 2 you're freaking 'cause at 3 I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;Me me me and my girls&lt;br /&gt;Never a kilo overweight&lt;br /&gt;1 we have sex 2 we rateyou 3 we send it on a text message.&lt;br /&gt;When you talk you bore me out , shut your mouth it's me on charge&lt;br /&gt;1 I order 2 you pay 3 you take me to the concert&lt;br /&gt;Stop following me like a dog&lt;br /&gt;Guys are good at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You're so right girl, maybe we should become Homo, O.M.O.&lt;br /&gt;mmmm... FGI. Fake good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a loser&lt;br /&gt;U bore me out&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it it means forget me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, talk to the hand&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, talk to the hand&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;(Come on girl give me your number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, talk to the hand&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, talk to the hand&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my face&lt;br /&gt;ok you win, you got a pen? it's the 911 911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha, in your face!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my French lecturer (from about an hour ago) this song is making fun of the French teenagers who are "Americanised".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's video they copied, in the part with the American band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: I liked that artist when I was 16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7734480865778945297?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7734480865778945297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7734480865778945297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7734480865778945297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7734480865778945297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/parle-ma-main.html' title='Parle a ma main'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6819998847242618388</id><published>2009-05-26T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:55:25.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>Almost a week since I haven't updated. Surprised? No I didn't die in some drain la. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I had MOE leadership camp with the scholars. It was surprisingly refreshing. I really enjoyed myself! I love being at Vision Farm. Feels like... home. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got really tired when I went home. Old already! Cannot stay up in camp already! Haiyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a chiong day. Have a lot of things in my mind that I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going the right path? Feels like it. Feels like life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest things: when at the end of a long day, you get some surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6819998847242618388?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6819998847242618388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6819998847242618388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6819998847242618388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6819998847242618388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6516654626871758626</id><published>2009-05-20T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:45:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quelle est la date, aujourd'hui?</title><content type='html'>C'est le vingt mai, mercredi. It's the 20th of May, a Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelle heure est il?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est vingt et un heure cinquante-neuf . It's 21:59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MAKE SENSE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. French isn't that bad la. But all I can do is to ask really simple questions. I'm slightly better at hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T READ MY, CAN'T READ MY, NO HE CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a poker face. Do I? I know of people who do. I think it's very useful at times to have just a poker face. Hohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop poker face pop pop poker face. This is kinda catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH I HAVEN'T FINISHHH URAAAAA.......... *panics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one way, to say, three words, that's what i'll dooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I'm sorry. Addicted to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall buy a new guitar soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to really drop some tears. I scoured youtube for a touching vid, and I got this. Maybe it might not really apply to you, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBWPZIjtnTM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBWPZIjtnTM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy used to really insist on picking me up from school, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvYb4BLIAQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvYb4BLIAQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Sun's songs from long ago was called One More Moment, from the Cancer Warriors CD. It started with, "Don't take too long to say 'I love you' to the ones you love, cos time has a habit of slipping away..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6516654626871758626?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6516654626871758626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6516654626871758626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6516654626871758626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6516654626871758626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/quelle-est-la-date-aujourdhui.html' title='Quelle est la date, aujourd&apos;hui?'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-3626494566781705219</id><published>2009-05-18T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:53:35.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that time of the year!</title><content type='html'>I came to school early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! It's election time. I think I blogged about it last year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so exciting though, with all the posters up everywhere in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused to take a closer look at one of the posters, and I was thinking whether I have missed on being part of this life in school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and I thought, nah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I mean any offence. TPSU is a part of my school life. I have so many friends there and also people who are important to me. But just that I have other priorities in life too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 TPSU! Will vote for all those who are running and that I know who have put in a lot of effort in TPSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I wanted to blog just on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered what it'll be like if I could blog wherever I was. Time to get a Blackberry. Need to check my mails too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once I ever told myself not to be tied to the Internet in this way -_- oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-3626494566781705219?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/3626494566781705219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=3626494566781705219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3626494566781705219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3626494566781705219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='it&apos;s that time of the year!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7478215510734705992</id><published>2009-05-17T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:40:17.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas - Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As usual, all artists would have a Christmas special somewhere. My beloved Taylor Swift has one too. Her version of Last Christmas actually make sense. Not those pointless ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas, I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten and twice shy&lt;br /&gt;I keep my distance but you still catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, baby, do you recognize me?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it&lt;br /&gt;With a note saying, "I love you", I meant it&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowded room and friends with tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice&lt;br /&gt;My God, I thought you were someone to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br /&gt;A girl undercover but you tore her apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year, maybe this year&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This year won't be anything like, anything like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7478215510734705992?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7478215510734705992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7478215510734705992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7478215510734705992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7478215510734705992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-christmas-taylor-swift.html' title='Last Christmas - Taylor Swift'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7527917537053371563</id><published>2009-05-17T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:38:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what more can I ask for?</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, pretty much all I can say for everyone who wished me happy birthday yesterday and to those who spent that special day with me. We had so much fun, hahaha. But firstly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For granting one of my birthday wishes (it came pretty early too), and for always being there for me. I really couldn't have taken the stress of 2 interviews at one go. My weakness is His strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thank you Jessica!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For taking time to call me and pray for me at Friday midnight! A leader really knows her followers' heart - it is true. Also you are the first person to wish me happy birthday, not that I really remembered because I was all anxious. Love you Jess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thank you W450!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all have been praying for me especially Jon! Thank you all for the bday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank you Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3! My mom is awesome. 'nuff said. My dad is better than your dad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All those who wished me bday on FB, thank you so much. I couldn't really reply everyone, because I didn't really have the time. But you guys made me feel really appreciated! (: Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, LIKE I AM AT AWARD CEREMONY LEH. But that's pretty much how I feel now. As happy as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to all those who came to my little get together and enjoyed my mom's super cooking, thank you for taking out your time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to those special people, with alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adlar - That's a really sweet card. Because most of the time I think I just scold and scold and scold you only la! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as a 16 year old, you can go through a lot of problems that older people may scorn at and laugh at you. I'm not going to help you solve your problems at all. But at least you know, when you're down, you're not alone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minglee - We may not be as close, or don't meet up as often, but you know that you're always someone bright in my life. Don't stop bringing laughter everywhere with your jokes and cute mannerisms! Thank you for being one of the longest time friends. (: it's almost 6 years le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheilina - Dear girl, even though you couldn't stay for the dinner, it's ok. Cos you gave my a present that I wanted to buy :P Hahahaha! You're always looking out for me and taking care of me. Thank you so so so much!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - The mature guy, you always know what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling. Thank you for coming to the dinner even though you have to book in! Our Funkies boss, please, when you come out of army, time for you to find a gf already. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vege - You are always there, even if we don't hang out very often, but you're always someone important! All the best with TVC 09. Let's chiong our way through this one month. Please don't leave me to die in the sea of sharks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vege you rock! Really! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian - I think we pretty much got a lot of closer through Jap class, not TPSU, but oh well. If not for you, school is pretty meaningless to me you know. :D Thanks for coming to the party even though I know you are not very comfortable with the people you don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through quite a bit as friends, and I know I'll stand beside you during your wedding day and you at mine. ^^ Thanks for being there with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien - My ultra gorgeous and busy superwoman and my dearest girl, you mean a lot to me too! It's ok if you don't have time to pei me cos I really hope that you will take BETTER CARE OF YOUR HEALTH. Thanks for taking up your precious time to do this beautiful collage-sorta-present!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my most important and special person, my best friend and love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been the person who understands me best, but works "backstage", hahaha. You know what I like, and what I hate, and sometimes it drives me nuts when I don't know what you're thinking. But you always make me feel better no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what the future holds for us. But I know that you mean a lot to me, no matter what I said or done. Thank you for the 3 months we had, and many many more to go. I love you, NBR.  (: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7527917537053371563?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7527917537053371563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7527917537053371563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7527917537053371563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7527917537053371563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-more-can-i-ask-for.html' title='what more can I ask for?'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2969123216708409234</id><published>2009-05-13T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:16:19.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009's year 3 sem 1 WAR CRY!</title><content type='html'>I say I'm scared but there's nothing to fear. I have to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I'm tired but I still have so many things to do. No time to be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I've got enough, but it just keeps coming. Saying is not gonna get everything off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I want my bbt but I can't take that sort of drinks anymore because my health won't last. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say so many things I say but I'm just gonna do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not like me to give up so easily. Duh? Who said I was giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say a word, and it frames the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only scorn at how I change my mind so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrational decisions, value attribution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2969123216708409234?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2969123216708409234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2969123216708409234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2969123216708409234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2969123216708409234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/2009s-year-3-sem-1-war-cry.html' title='2009&apos;s year 3 sem 1 WAR CRY!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8389743668668567981</id><published>2009-05-11T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:58:13.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog today about old classic pop songs, but then halfway through I lost my train of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After surfing through youtube though, I FOUND MY INSPIRATION. This is so secondary school man. Or even primary school. You kids now know what is N'sync or not. DON'T KNOW RIGHT! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go. Dirty Pop by &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMG, IT'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; N'SYNC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_gYaJXWeLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_gYaJXWeLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Justin Timberlake. They all looked so young. Where did all the boybands go!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this one!! my brother danced to this for his kindergarten graduation performance!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqaAW7sespg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqaAW7sespg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE BYE. wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So classic. hahaha. I don't know how to describe the feelings of when all your music is played under random and you get one of these old songs. It's... exciting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8389743668668567981?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8389743668668567981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8389743668668567981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8389743668668567981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8389743668668567981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2250721368308228759</id><published>2009-05-10T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:37:54.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. my prayers are heard. I'm so bored, I'm going to play l4d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2250721368308228759?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2250721368308228759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2250721368308228759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2250721368308228759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2250721368308228759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5730615838713815241</id><published>2009-05-10T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:26:50.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh for goodness sake.</title><content type='html'>So boring. If you're here to read, don't. This is a rant post. For me to spoil my laptop keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet has it's limits, I guess. So many things I want, and so many things I can't find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I will start walking down the path no return of buying and collecting manga because I CAN'T FIND THEM ON THE NET. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since it dates back to 1987, I guess that's why. Heh, heh, heh. But would they sell mange from that old in Singapore too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, this manga/anime features Singapore too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention the name. &lt;a href="http://www.anime-espada.com/category/anime-series/hanasakeru-seishounen"&gt;Hanasakeru seishounen&lt;/a&gt;, about this heiress to a huge financial empire who has to choose a husband from the 3 men her father picked for her. Who will she pick in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I bet it's non of the 3 but Fang Li-ren, her watchdog cum snake head of Fang empire which has it's roots in -guess where - Singapore! Li-ren is Singaporean, apparently, but if any Singaporean male looks as delicious as that, he'd be eaten up in 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So angry though. I spent all night battling with my *(^#%^(&amp;amp;*(^^%^$#@ mother who spent the whole night turning off the internet before I could load all the current 5 episodes until I gave up, camped outside beside my modem, while she nagged away, so that I could load the episodes and when my arms and ears got tired I used my mobile internet which was kinda slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For parents who think they can outwit their children in technology, they're fighting a losing battle here. Oh please. Even if you take away the whole modem, my laptop is PORTABLE. I will just go camp somewhere with free wireless. Am not dumb. Just that you're dumber. Don't forget I set up that bloody modem, and pretty much every other piece of technology in the house. And I have another entire set of the modem plus wireless router stashed somewhere in my room. SOMEWHERE. RAHHH. I'm so pissed. Why couldn't she stay asleep in her stupid room instead? Argued with my dad again? Kick him out, I rather have him outside. Why are mothers so annoying especially when mothers' day roll around? I'll appreciate her any other fine day. Except today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them nitwits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, since I'm ranting, I might rant about the other 50% of why I'm so mad. Maybe it's because I've reached my limit, but I really don't want to spend my weekends like this, wasting my time doing that one thing I can only do. It's not liek I wanna spend my whole time doing pointless things. But what else can I do? You tell me. What else can I do? I can think of many other things I can do, but is that what we want? I'm getting pretty pointless here, but that's because my life IS pointless right now. I'm probably only living just to get a diploma, for the sake of saying hey I got something with my life. It's not much. But at the point of where I'm turning 19 I have absolutely achieved NOTHING. Oh, this is so frustrating. I'm going around in circles. I don't even know why I want to go on like this anymore. Do you remember I used to complain about how busy things can get? Now I want things to be even more busy, so that when I get home late everyday I am so tired I don't have the energy to think. That numbing effect works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that person anymore. It's getting so far away, I don't wanna run anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5730615838713815241?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5730615838713815241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5730615838713815241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5730615838713815241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5730615838713815241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-for-goodness-sake.html' title='oh for goodness sake.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2598085348727979466</id><published>2009-05-09T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:44:15.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have every thing you've ever dreamed?</title><content type='html'>Well well well, now I know where my inability to accept disappointment rationally came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is still sulking over the fact that she couldn't make it back to Msia for her gathering. I'd sulk too, if I were in such a situation. But I'm 19. She's way above 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and my brother left somewhere for lunch, and my mom went somewhere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; to emo. Goodness. And they all leave me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out and chill tonight, before I drive myself nuts. And tomorrow. Before the school stress sets in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! Parents! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a ancient time, we set out to run this road together, at the same speed. Helping each other up, waiting for one another to catch up, it was all fun times. Now, I'm just chasing shadows, trying to catch up to the other fading silhouettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite back your bloody sarcastic tongues. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of games, anime, manga, temporary friends or looking back is gonna help me run any faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning out as real as my Anna Sui wallet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2598085348727979466?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2598085348727979466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2598085348727979466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2598085348727979466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2598085348727979466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-every-thing-youve-ever-dreamed.html' title='have every thing you&apos;ve ever dreamed?'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5357812139581486511</id><published>2009-05-07T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:13:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's this all about?</title><content type='html'>Is it the same? Not knowing, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it in a scenario; a mother encounters some financial issues, doesn't wants the father to worry. Thus, the father is in the situation of "not knowing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother encounters some financial issues, and the father kinda finds out a little, but doesn't know the whole story. However, he "understands" why the mother doesn't want to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels the same to me. Not knowing, and having to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about not knowing, and not understanding? That would really make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the limits of one's knowledge of other people, and how far should our understanding go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I guess as far as it goes, this doesn't solve any of my problems now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to come to this point sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5357812139581486511?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5357812139581486511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5357812139581486511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5357812139581486511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5357812139581486511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-this-all-about.html' title='what&apos;s this all about?'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6423357232674151116</id><published>2009-05-06T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:37:20.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYD - the end.</title><content type='html'>Tsk. Tsk. TSK. TSK. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate 50% happy endings. happy endings should just come in 100%. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so digging the anime out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6423357232674151116?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6423357232674151116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6423357232674151116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6423357232674151116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6423357232674151116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/hyd-end.html' title='HYD - the end.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2757234388004677643</id><published>2009-05-05T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:32:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cannot accept this.</title><content type='html'>I've had 2 long and tiring days. I have to wake up early and am still not used to it. I have work to do. AND STUPIDDDDDDD HYD IS SO NOT HELPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsukasa got stabbed. He lost a lot of blood. PLUS HIS MEMORY OF TSUKUSHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my tian, I can't tell you how depressed am I now. I'm going to wallow in my depression... while I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ added at 11:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I didn't go sleep. Duhhh. I wanted to know if Tsukasa got back his memory. He did. Do you know how happy I am? I am so happy. LOL. I feel like Tsukushi. Gawwwwddd, I'm so happy he got back his memory, I'm smiling as I blog this. Like a retard on the train. You know? Oh oh oh hohoho I don't care. I'm finishing HYD tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2757234388004677643?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2757234388004677643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2757234388004677643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2757234388004677643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2757234388004677643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cannot-accept-this.html' title='i cannot accept this.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6167428644103135508</id><published>2009-05-03T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:17:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooooooooooooh</title><content type='html'>I cannot help but to blog. Share the joy, you know? This totally, totally made my day :D Thanks to Lijie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0Eq0XdEIes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0Eq0XdEIes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute T_T Please watch! HAhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sab, this is for you, I'm happy for you too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky, the both of you girls. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6167428644103135508?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6167428644103135508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6167428644103135508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6167428644103135508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6167428644103135508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/oooooooooooooooh.html' title='oooooooooooooooh'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-1604549349492431094</id><published>2009-05-02T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:49:05.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing could capture a heart like a melody does.</title><content type='html'>The weight of reality is kinda heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one of those, moods? I have until July to settle SIP - OSIP has left me no choice - and I have chosen 20 companies out the whole lot, can I like apply for all 20, seeing my chances are that low, and to top it all of, I, I, I can't even say it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are back with my dinner. I didn't even have any mood to go out today, 'cept for church. That SIP briefing really knocked me down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donnnn'tttt wanna go events........ BUT WHAT IF EVERYONE don't go events and go about everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hotels &amp;amp; serviced apartments&lt;br /&gt;2. Tour services&lt;br /&gt;3. Events (stay as far as I can from MICE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO wait, I should be starting on my CV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-1604549349492431094?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/1604549349492431094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=1604549349492431094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1604549349492431094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1604549349492431094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-could-capture-heart-like-melody.html' title='nothing could capture a heart like a melody does.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-4348456194088752562</id><published>2009-04-29T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:14:27.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 + 1 = ? NEEE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Min's a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*talks to self* (signs of deprived conversation? -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Min, I think you're very easy to please you know, it only takes 2 hours doing nothing productive, 1/2 an hour of eat comfort food, a round of kbox and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN HOUR OF LEFT4DEAD. WOOO HOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer shall retail therapy help me, because it is 1. harmful to my wallet 2. harmful to the environment 3. I must practice ethical consumerism (HAHAHAHAHAHAH TO MY GC MATES!) 4. I'm actually bored of shopping because it's so hot and tiring to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, just FYI, the other 2 guys from F4 (talking abit Hana Yori Dango) or the womanizers are actually super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, credits to Henzy for having the patience to bring about a gaming noob to play L4D (actually it's very easy lehh) and the patience to teach me, not that you did much 'cept GO LEFT, GO RIGHT, DON'T SHOOT ME (min: DON'T RUN IN FRONT OF ME LA!), RELOAD, EH GOT TANK, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why?? Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, I'm damn siao now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-4348456194088752562?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/4348456194088752562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=4348456194088752562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4348456194088752562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4348456194088752562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-1-neee.html' title='1 + 1 = ? NEEE!!!!!!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2928883945407435963</id><published>2009-04-27T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:10:28.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i grow up</title><content type='html'>Mummy, I thought of what I wanted to be went I grow up. I love it so much, I'm going to share it with you, mummy! When I grow up, I want to read manga and watch anime everyday. Right, mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had to make a difficult decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veevee, you're right. Hana Yori Dango is good. Painfully good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would have happened if I decided to take up drawing and art in sec school. I'd totally learn how to draw manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, throw the dice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i feel perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2928883945407435963?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2928883945407435963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2928883945407435963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2928883945407435963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2928883945407435963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when i grow up'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-3753643616470410376</id><published>2009-04-26T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:29:17.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's right</title><content type='html'>that's right, it was nice of him to ask. because he knows what it feels like to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for asking, you made my day. even though i said no in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something maybe entirely foolish to you, but it could mean a lot to someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-3753643616470410376?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/3753643616470410376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=3753643616470410376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3753643616470410376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/3753643616470410376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-right.html' title='that&apos;s right'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2819850013540908987</id><published>2009-04-26T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:54:31.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruits basket</title><content type='html'>After like eons of moaning I waned to watch Fruits Basket, I just started. But wth, it's got nothing to do with fruits nor baskets. Interesting story line though, variates from the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be time's up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2819850013540908987?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2819850013540908987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2819850013540908987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2819850013540908987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2819850013540908987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/fruits-basket.html' title='fruits basket'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7715043695225106051</id><published>2009-04-26T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:40:14.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>My snowman is cute. It's sitting on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's doing nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, oh why is my laptop's CD drive spoilt, I can't play Sims 2. Not counterstrike. Nor dota. Since my brother has all the CDs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, since I'm so desperate to play something other than Restaurant City, I should go and download maple and use my brother's account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, no way. Oh, maybe I should go play cabal and fall into the never ending pit of gaming addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH NOOOOO. School just started. I'm not screwing up my last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have my breakfast, and quit asking myself why I woke up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mom likes to lament in Cantonese, "没你这样好气!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7715043695225106051?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7715043695225106051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7715043695225106051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7715043695225106051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7715043695225106051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/ridiculous.html' title='ridiculous.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2470158029671711825</id><published>2009-04-26T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:33:40.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS 2nd movie</title><content type='html'>Hoi hoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching NS 2nd movie: Oh Wait, I Have No Idea What It's Called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. It's called Bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, honestly speaking it's a sucky storyline with parts that don't really match and a useless enemy. But most importantly, a star that is hardly ever seen appears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UCHIHA SASUKE!!!&lt;/span&gt; T_T So cool. HE saved Naruto. He saved some kid. Tsk tsk tsk. There is still bonds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHH I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY I'M ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I REALLY WONDER HOW LONG AM I GONNA STAY LIKE THIS! HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS! EVEN KARMA SHOULD HAVE A LIFESPAN! I DON'T THINK I DID &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; MANY BAD DEEDS! I'M DAMN PISSSSSSEEDDDDDD! GGRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's my 2009 NYR fault. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from my archives dated 4th December 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's December already, and I haven't even blogged. 4th December only lasts for half an hour more, and 5th December is here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Christmas, but I hate December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting a new year would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting everything over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiiiiiii.......... (My sigh travelled to the moon and back)......................................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting everything over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, I CURSED MYSELF. NO WONDER I'M HAVING SUCH A BAD 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out. Must be because I haven't had my manicure for this month. Ah, the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SHIT GET OUT OF MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it matters so much, anyway. It shouldn't. I have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Do List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;2. Paint toes&lt;br /&gt;3. Print notes for next week&lt;br /&gt;4. Rearrange wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;5. Many more&lt;br /&gt;6. Many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Write a book on self-delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2470158029671711825?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2470158029671711825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2470158029671711825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2470158029671711825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2470158029671711825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/ns-2nd-movie.html' title='NS 2nd movie'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7598548507690829424</id><published>2009-04-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:36:14.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>together really doesn't just mean together</title><content type='html'>Even my mom is mad about that show. I mean, I can tell where I got my enthusiasm from, it's very clear. Hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7598548507690829424?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7598548507690829424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7598548507690829424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7598548507690829424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7598548507690829424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/together-really-doesnt-just-mean.html' title='together really doesn&apos;t just mean together'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8431007390347439052</id><published>2009-04-25T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:12:42.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye oreo chocolate/mocha</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today - surprising for a saturday, eh - and followed my mom to her TCM doctor in Telok Blangah. And all I can say is thank you to that doctor. 2 mins of cracking my shoulders, neck and arms, I feel REEEEJUUUVINATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althought it is quite scary. Before he started, he showed my mom how my left shoulder blade was swelling. I totally don't feel any swelling, just that I couldn't turn my head. And then, he PRESSED on my left shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he pricked my skin to (according to my mom) release some blood to loosen the veins or something like that. That was scary. I was counting to 30 in Japanese in hopes of distracting my thoughts from the needles... Or trying to. Gave up and went to Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was all China's fault. Or the hotels, anyway. Terrible beds. Big, but I woke up every morning with a sore neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said the worst thing ever - "No more cold stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Coke. Bye bye green tea. Bye bye ice cream and yoghurt. Most of all, bye bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oreo chocolate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8431007390347439052?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8431007390347439052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8431007390347439052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8431007390347439052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8431007390347439052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye-bye-oreo-chocolatemocha.html' title='bye bye oreo chocolate/mocha'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6518212344301063855</id><published>2009-04-23T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:09:34.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing day!</title><content type='html'>Today is, as the title states, packing day! Since I ended school early anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention? This has to be one of the best school timetables I've ever had. Mondays and Tuesdays are kinda full, but Wednesdays and Thursdays are breezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've only mentioned this a million times, so for the million and oneth time, I'm so NOT going to school on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My music player's playing Money Money Money from Abba, and when I typed the previous sentence the singer went "Ooooh... All the things I could do...". Perfectly my sentiments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My room is only 1/3 packed. I've decided to pack everything. Everything from secondary school and year 1 &amp;amp; 2 goes. Well, except the stuff I wanna keep. There's quite a few. Even from primary school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know back in primary school, and even to Sec 1, it was very popular for girls to get one of those fancy, pretty little "diaries" and have their friends pen in mini-autobiographies of their life as that current point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had like, 7 of those books stuffed in a cupboard, and I was reading through one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucked the rest and kept one to remind myself never to do this again. Not to mention it was a really pretty book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school I didn't keep such a "diary", only those that I wrote personal stuff. But I had a student handbook, and it was decorated with things that I never knew existed. Mostly pictures of guys. :D No la just kidding that was only in Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I was a really negative person back then. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I packed my table too, now it's so empty so I'm finding things to put on it. other than my laptop, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What random thing do you have on your desk? Tag me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min has packs of honey sticks on her desk. Yum. Eating one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- added at 10:36 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading another manga. Damn cute. It's called "You're My Girlfriend", and it's nothing to do with boyfriends and girlfriends and relationships. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got a gay in it. My dream of a gay best friend exists. *sighs contendedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- added at 11:07 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaannndd. I'm done with that manga. Only has 4 chapters. I got totally, totally cheated. The gay was a straight guy. They both got together in the end (of course -_-) and.... it was totally sweeet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime. Don't think so much now, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6518212344301063855?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6518212344301063855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6518212344301063855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6518212344301063855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6518212344301063855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/packing-day.html' title='Packing day!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5717517233422329157</id><published>2009-04-20T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:40:28.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school schmool. reminiscence,</title><content type='html'>OK I PROMISE THIS IS MY LAST POST FOR APRIL 20. I PROMISE. LAST POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important stuff leave to the end. I have to sleep early for school tomorrow. Quite exciting, this semester. I have MICE lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the rodent. Meetings, Incentives, you know, and so on. MICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TOMORROW! Intro to Gaming Operations. I got so excited, I went to read the lecture notes. Its.... about... GAMBLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of. Gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays* This sem will be a good sem. I will fulfil my final CDS. I will work hard on projects. I will not get any warning letters (means I can skip once only). I will try my best to attend all lectures. I will have lunch with people everyday. I will not be a dao-ster wearing shades and having my nose in books everywhere I go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will have lunch with MA XIAO JIE.&lt;/span&gt; :D I will not eat at Salad Bar more than twice a week because it is not good for my health. I WILL FULFIL MY FINAL CDS! So that I can graduate in time! Thank God for GC! Since most of my modules have final exam, I will study hard this semester. You are welcome to 1. scold me 2. scold me terribly 3. scold me really really terribly if I do not do so. I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... go and grab a light snack because I am hungry. K, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh. I will not pon Thursday just because it is all lectures, but I will pon Friday BECAUSE IT'S RETARDED TO GO SCHOOL FOR A ONE HOUR LECTURE WHEN MY TRAVELLING TIME AMOUNTS TO 3 HOURS!!!! And oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start working on my portfolio. I will aim to go for overseas SIP, if not, aim for somewhere I want. Which I... will work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will buy a new bag for school! This is the happiest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm third year already, and it's not a lot, but I've been a student for (counting from nursery) 15 years already. I shouldn't be fearful of a "first day", but... it's always been like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember my first day at school for P1, but my mom said I didn't cry, and I didn't even want to go home -_- (I fully know why. I had a crush on this guy who sat beside me in the school bus. He was in the neighbouring class). I do remember my brother's first day. Tee hee. Crybaby. TERNG, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, HA HA HA! You cried, and I remembered because I was P5 then, and had to be a buddy to a P1. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at school as sec1 was something to remember about. I didn't want to go YISS at all, because my close friends weren't there. I wasn't smart enough to go Swiss Cottage or BBSS T_T And at that time, BVSS had a lower standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years in that place, I can only sigh contentedly. If not for YISS, a lot of things wouldn't have happened. I don't think I will have known Trybe in this way, nor met people from CHC. 2 great parts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP was a shattering experience. In a good way, of course. I guess it's great I had a good start in poly life. Just not very high now only. But I'm happy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last "I will": I will go sleep at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA SKYYY DROP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5717517233422329157?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5717517233422329157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5717517233422329157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5717517233422329157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5717517233422329157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-schmool-reminiscence.html' title='school schmool. reminiscence,'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7610418953242752836</id><published>2009-04-20T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:10:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My poor blog. I think this is officially counted as spam. But I can't help it! It's fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that guy who sang the 我可以陪你去看星星 ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was watching the 百万大明星，and saw the ad for next week's. Got that guy, even singing that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got stuck at the missing lyrics :D :D :D tee heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's playing ping pong now o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFpZ2mlR04I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFpZ2mlR04I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7610418953242752836?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7610418953242752836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7610418953242752836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7610418953242752836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7610418953242752836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-poor-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5713887079602618970</id><published>2009-04-20T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:54:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 10 blog posts, 25 episodes, many tears of of joy and laughter and sorrow, lunch, and many hours on Restaurant City, I have finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 25 episodes of Itazura na Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO HOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, I have school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart TP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5713887079602618970?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5713887079602618970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5713887079602618970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5713887079602618970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5713887079602618970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-10-blog-posts-25-episodes-many.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6945257966142416229</id><published>2009-04-20T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:40:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEP. I'M STILL AT IT.</title><content type='html'>Watching Itazura na Kiss, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, when I re-read my blog again, I shall have the joy of laughing at how stupid I was at 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, even now, I realise I always make the same mistakes. This time, I'm making my own decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T it must be retribution... for how I treated them in the past.... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway! My fav scene so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SewXpT2yfKI/AAAAAAAAARw/i3GSNTyPlLU/s1600-h/fav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SewXpT2yfKI/AAAAAAAAARw/i3GSNTyPlLU/s320/fav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326658457744604322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kotoko: happily married and 3 mths pregnant, with a few mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;Irie: Well into his career as a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love anime like this. Happily ever after never ends when they get married. Things happen, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 25 year old Min, I leave a message for future viewing:&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER STILL NOT BE WATCHING ANIME! Make sure you've achieved something worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how stupidly ridiculous you were at 19?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6945257966142416229?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6945257966142416229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6945257966142416229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6945257966142416229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6945257966142416229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/yep-im-still-at-it.html' title='YEP. I&apos;M STILL AT IT.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SewXpT2yfKI/AAAAAAAAARw/i3GSNTyPlLU/s72-c/fav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-4081684216959652465</id><published>2009-04-20T04:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:50:03.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>8 blog posts, 15 episodes, and 5 hours later, this writer has succumbed to physical tiredness, and decides to retire for the night. Or what's left of it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got to see them to their honeymoon. I think I bursted 3/4 of my brain cells squealing cos I can't laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have came home earlier. NO, I should have "found" the anime earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sigh worth of a thousand years..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away isn't gonna solve anything, girl. Make your decision soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-4081684216959652465?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/4081684216959652465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=4081684216959652465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4081684216959652465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4081684216959652465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2178507359241288670</id><published>2009-04-20T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:28:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T HELP BLOGGING, DON'T BLAME ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/veohplayer.swf?permalinkId=v166746375z892Tzh&amp;amp;id=&amp;amp;player=videodetailsembedded" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="410" height="341"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v166746375z892Tzh"&gt;Itazura na Kiss 14&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos.html?category=category_anime"&gt;Anime&lt;/a&gt;  |  View More &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Free Videos Online at Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they got married, here. OMG. *dreaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? THAT IS NOT EVEN THE LAST EPISODE -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surviving this. I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2178507359241288670?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2178507359241288670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2178507359241288670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2178507359241288670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2178507359241288670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-help-blogging-dont-blame-me.html' title='I CAN&apos;T HELP BLOGGING, DON&apos;T BLAME ME!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2580709302781242642</id><published>2009-04-20T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:11:39.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kotoko thinks she's dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 am, I'm in tears, BUT IRIE IS MARRYING KOTOKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2580709302781242642?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2580709302781242642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2580709302781242642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2580709302781242642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2580709302781242642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/kotoko-thinks-shes-dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8186321216526837425</id><published>2009-04-20T03:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:58:12.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>AHHHH! OMG!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!I THOUGHT IT WAS THE BROTHER WHO KISSED HER! BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! IT WAS IRIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRIE-KUN! JIA YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T BAI TO YOUR DUTIES! BAI TO YOUR HEART!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8186321216526837425?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8186321216526837425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8186321216526837425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8186321216526837425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8186321216526837425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8892378109583740032</id><published>2009-04-20T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:42:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My god. Now there's a perfect princess. This is totally Taiwanised. Absolutely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8892378109583740032?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8892378109583740032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8892378109583740032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8892378109583740032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8892378109583740032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6287602733797027621</id><published>2009-04-20T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:22:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still at it.</title><content type='html'>I'm still up. Kill me, but I will finish this anime in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anime is REALLLLLY like a Taiwan drama leh. I mean, it's my first time watching an anime with such a taiwanized story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even heart attacks, and parents wanting their children to succeed their family businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so watching the Taiwan one after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep anyway. God knows what will happen. Singapore flood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6287602733797027621?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6287602733797027621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6287602733797027621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6287602733797027621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6287602733797027621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-at-it.html' title='still at it.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6248098331395635576</id><published>2009-04-20T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:20:55.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh. my. tian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/veohplayer.swf?permalinkId=v16674631FC8m5CqW&amp;amp;id=&amp;amp;player=videodetailsembedded" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="410" height="341"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v16674631FC8m5CqW"&gt;Itazura na Kiss 07&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos.html?category=category_anime"&gt;Anime&lt;/a&gt;  |  View More &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Free Videos Online at Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch until the end. you will know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of people should be exiled from the Milky Way. I've met a few, to my misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS CRYING AT THAT PART!!! HAHAHAH!!! OUT OF SHEEER LAUGHTER!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA! IT WAS SO COOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irie-kun: So you're gonnna forget me.&lt;br /&gt;Kotoyo: That's right! I'm going to forget you, and attend college...&lt;br /&gt;Irie-kun: Then, go ahead and try.&lt;br /&gt;*kiss*&lt;br /&gt;Irie-kun: Serves you right *blehs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN FUNNNAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6248098331395635576?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6248098331395635576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6248098331395635576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6248098331395635576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6248098331395635576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-tian.html' title='oh. my. tian.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-436096527233788966</id><published>2009-04-20T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:27:37.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/veohplayer.swf?permalinkId=v16674630ZzPSgZ2z&amp;amp;id=&amp;amp;player=videodetailsembedded" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="410" height="341"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v16674630ZzPSgZ2z"&gt;Itazura na Kiss 05&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos.html?category=category_anime"&gt;Anime&lt;/a&gt;  |  View More &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Free Videos Online at Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMGGGGGG, THIS GUYS IS SUCH AN ASS!?!??!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I think this is the anime version of It Started With A Kiss. Absolutely hilarious, I totally chanced upon it without knowing what it was about anyway. I needed something to hype me up. Totally worked. It's so damn funnny. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-436096527233788966?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/436096527233788966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=436096527233788966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/436096527233788966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/436096527233788966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/idiot.html' title='IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8349749498408247944</id><published>2009-04-19T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:15:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANASTACIA THIEW MIN MIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CANNOT MAKE IT LA. REALLY. EVEN I DON'T HAVE HOPE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is depresssssinggggg..........................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8349749498408247944?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8349749498408247944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8349749498408247944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8349749498408247944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8349749498408247944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/anastacia-thiew-min-min.html' title=''/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-469782286743555975</id><published>2009-04-18T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:14:12.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop</title><content type='html'>Okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Prince Kasaba is fake. Or maybe not la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fanatic bimbo mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgggggg, Jiro 好厉害！看不出他会design漫画！ Like, so cooooool! Although the Jap are so much better at it anyway, I mean, look at Ikuto. So much more handsome than kasaba. LOL. AND REN TSURUGA! Like, 天啊，帅呆了。完全受不了啦！为什么他们都是假的。。。。 I think if they were real, I'll be one of those crazy fans that you see hanging around stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mode off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I seriously hate waiting man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only at episode 9 of ToGetHer BECAUSEEEEEE the website has only got up to 9. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must wait for naruto also. Skip beat also. Shugo chara also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST EVEN WAIT FOR THAT STUPID RESTAURANT CITY TO LOAD ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the vid for Lenka's The Show. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-1778578953/lenka_the_show_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-1778578953/lenka_the_show_official_music_video/"&gt;Lenka - The Show (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The most amazing videos are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-469782286743555975?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/469782286743555975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=469782286743555975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/469782286743555975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/469782286743555975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/pop.html' title='Pop'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-2336296038867948662</id><published>2009-04-17T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:08:31.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Kashaba</title><content type='html'>One question, before I go back to my show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS 卡沙巴王子????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I still can't find any manga that has him, or any mention of Planet Kashaba. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-2336296038867948662?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/2336296038867948662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=2336296038867948662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2336296038867948662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/2336296038867948662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/prince-kashaba.html' title='Prince Kashaba'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-984025040403552774</id><published>2009-04-16T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:21:26.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show - Lenka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;I am just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze, Love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;Can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down, Make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Or else my heart is going to pop&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's too much, ya it's alot&lt;br /&gt;To be something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool, out of love&lt;br /&gt;cause i just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is a maze, Love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;Can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared, but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out, Its bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go, and just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigde:&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hot, in the sky&lt;br /&gt;just like a giant spot light&lt;br /&gt;The people follow the sign&lt;br /&gt;and sychronise in time, Its a joke&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows they got no ticket to the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumdi dum, da dum di dum,&lt;br /&gt;Dumdi dum, da dum di dum, Just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- updated 12:16 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, isn't that a cute song? I love her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching ToGetHer. It's super funny! Been a long time since I've last watched a taiwan drama. I'm enjoying this. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hereby remove Wu Zhun from his top position as shuai-est Taiwan band guy. I move Jiro up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH, MIN, YOU THINK YOU PLAYING CHESSS AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But LOOOOOK AT JIROOO! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got this super cute smile. Heart shape one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, too pretty guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bet underneath all that pretty skin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant. My word for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-984025040403552774?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/984025040403552774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=984025040403552774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/984025040403552774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/984025040403552774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/show-lenka.html' title='The Show - Lenka'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-4829792775100100896</id><published>2009-04-15T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:39:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your words shape your world</title><content type='html'>As freaky as spirits could be, I don't think they really exist in this world. Not in such colourful forms, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really freaky is how they depict real life incidences using the paranormal. Like that episode where this girl was so chained by her words, she couldn't do anything at all, being fully paralysed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the Japs aren't all about cutesy stuff, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm done with xxx HoLic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one-liner for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When truth doesn't hurt so much anymore... go queue up at any Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's on 21st April for free cone day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-4829792775100100896?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/4829792775100100896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=4829792775100100896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4829792775100100896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/4829792775100100896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-words-shape-your-world.html' title='your words shape your world'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5107828756922115275</id><published>2009-04-13T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:04:46.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!!!</title><content type='html'>This is ultimate depression. I can get people out of depression anytime but I can't do it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to watch xxx HoLic but fear of spirits, fear of not being able to wake up on time tmr and fear of failing my project is preventing me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't find any bloody articles that are relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do people stay in touch with their primary school friends now?!?!?! It's Facebook. I bet it's Facebook. Like, WTH?!?! Superduperamazing ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. FOR ONCE, I have enough of Taylor Swift, am suffering from TS overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Because of the telly just now, I want to watch Ben 10. And his latest encounters with aliens. He's grown up! Ohmygosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My train of thoughts got stalled at the words "Challenges and solutions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What does it feel like to be a blog? What does it feel like when people heartlessly puncture you with words they are unable to express verbally? To helplessly be able to do nothing about anything? Poor thing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5107828756922115275?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5107828756922115275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5107828756922115275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5107828756922115275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5107828756922115275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title='omg!!!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8585548296778813058</id><published>2009-04-13T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:29:05.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>I really am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tried my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WATCH XXX HOLIC AT NIGHT! IT'S TOO SCARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thus, I can't find out what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WON'T HAVE TIME TOMORROWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Watanuki and his spirits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8585548296778813058?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8585548296778813058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8585548296778813058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8585548296778813058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8585548296778813058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6866916259349858579</id><published>2009-04-13T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:37:37.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>television</title><content type='html'>It's really like prince of tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean that 9pm show on Ch 8 now. It's super like prince of tennis la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have the "evil" coach. Which organise those matches (called what, I forgot) within the table tennis club to create his "regulars".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even have this fake Jap table tennis player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have a poor table tennis prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not original at all. I think I prefer prince of tennis. And the anime version please. not the taiwan one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF TAIWAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with everyone following the don't forget the lyrics reality show? Taiwan has one. Today's show featured S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super funnny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. Back to xxx HoLic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A TEEVEE/ANIME FREAKKK thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6866916259349858579?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6866916259349858579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6866916259349858579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6866916259349858579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6866916259349858579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/television.html' title='television'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-6552229480837284686</id><published>2009-04-11T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:42:05.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces</title><content type='html'>I'm still living in puzzle world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get a job when school starts. Then maybe I can pay off this hefty handphone bill. And have more things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should quit being so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have bought so much things from China. Nor should I have brought so many things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start on sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really clean up the mess in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just pay to watch xxx HoLic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really quit starting all my sentences with "I".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, maybe I should join a CCA!!!! Why didn't I think of that. Solves all my problems. Okay, maybe not all. But I get to meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, maybe I should just quit school and be a, erm, house daughter. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! Blame it all on my stupid handphone bill. For once, Singtel sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least it didn't hit 4 digits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-6552229480837284686?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/6552229480837284686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=6552229480837284686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6552229480837284686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/6552229480837284686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/pieces.html' title='pieces'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7187422845474570650</id><published>2009-04-10T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:16:26.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is good friday</title><content type='html'>I wanna thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly of course of the birth and death of Jesus Christ. For what He has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for inventing Anime and Manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is the only way to occupy my brain for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes the imagination can become reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7187422845474570650?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7187422845474570650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7187422845474570650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7187422845474570650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7187422845474570650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-good-friday.html' title='today is good friday'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-7303019576297026628</id><published>2009-04-05T18:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:09:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anastacia's first-timers during the trip to Beijing/Tianjin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's my first time on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITING! On the trip from Singapore to Beijing I sat at the middle row, so didn't get to see what's outside. Not that there was anything to see anyway. It was so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a window seat on the return flight, and itis just so INTERESTING! You can see everything whizzing past as the plane goes higher and higher and higher... then there nothing to see already cos we're above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun sat (I had an afternoon flight), it was like looking at heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no pictures from the plane. I was too excited in the beginning, after which I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHuRatn-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zuHYP4jZIfE/s1600-h/DSC05716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHuRatn-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zuHYP4jZIfE/s320/DSC05716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321152188757417954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHvFFtqAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/S7-vZjyM5JU/s1600-h/P1080189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHvFFtqAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/S7-vZjyM5JU/s320/P1080189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321152202627983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was when we were at the Beijing airport. Everyone was so darn excited. So was I, because I thought it was so cool to be in such cold weather. And we were all doing that.. condensation thing? Like smoke from your mouth thing. LOL. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first time in such a cold country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... BEIJING IS OMFG COLD LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank my mom for saying that 10 dec C is not cold (it gets to a single digit at night, and one morning it was negative) and not buying one of those thick layered really furry jackets that nearly everyone else had and letting me freeze nearly to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHuYw6vqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FEVOORjjd_0/s1600-h/P1080209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHuYw6vqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FEVOORjjd_0/s320/P1080209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321152190729600674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast, not long after we landed. I love the porridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first time at one of the 7 wonders of the world: Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to go there. Not to climb the freaking wall, but to go there. See the majestic thing that can be seen from the moon, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed the wall anyway. I was so tired, and the wind was bitingly cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know one of those steps? They're as tall as my boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHvH5V_YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eFEoCIHPFnY/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHvH5V_YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eFEoCIHPFnY/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321152203381407106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mentioned I climbed the wall with my boots on? That has heels? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiKKaD0jrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XfGlBeHiQJE/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiKKaD0jrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XfGlBeHiQJE/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321154871136915122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just very high very high very high very high 就对了. Anyway, see that really cute jacket I'm wearing? Credits to Suqing! For lending her waffle jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiKKL-BuqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r92ADOp9_h4/s1600-h/P1080407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiKKL-BuqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r92ADOp9_h4/s320/P1080407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321154867354516130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my roomie Lynette! LYNETTE ROCKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first time putting on THIS MUCH clothes on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wear this layer of thermal wear everyday, then layer with long sleeved tops, as many as I can. Then stuff myself into this thick thick jacket, bundle my neck with a scarf and pull on gloves. It's quite a terror dressing up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn heavy la. And I shall let the pictures talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMDGXgsOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HS6jo5t30o8/s1600-h/DSC05806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMDGXgsOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HS6jo5t30o8/s320/DSC05806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321156944614961378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 1 - at this restaurant that has really... weird food. It was the day we just got off the plane, and I didn't have my thermal on. Just my GC shirt and cardigan. So damn cold. Not to mention I haven't adjusted to the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMDRrSBZI/AAAAAAAAARA/7NEn2UHhwbE/s1600-h/P1080408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMDRrSBZI/AAAAAAAAARA/7NEn2UHhwbE/s320/P1080408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321156947650676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2 - Sightseeing day. In the end I was warm from all that climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMDjvheII/AAAAAAAAARI/j4BrmFrLvFo/s1600-h/IMG_5582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMDjvheII/AAAAAAAAARI/j4BrmFrLvFo/s320/IMG_5582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321156952500304002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3 - at the children rehab centre for hearing impaired kids. This is jiaying, everyone. :D I wore this turtleneck I got at Dano plus a vest and Lynette's coat cos she didn't want to wear it. We spent the day outside, and it was freezing! I got wind burn across my face. Thank god for vaseline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMD1sGocI/AAAAAAAAARQ/E2Ov5v-Ty0E/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMD1sGocI/AAAAAAAAARQ/E2Ov5v-Ty0E/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321156957317800386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 4 - Can you believe those guys were younger than us? Than me, anyway. They're about 17, 18. They look 20. I had to wear my formal shirt cos we were going to some industrial area after this school visit. This was in Tianjin, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMEMI7MxI/AAAAAAAAARY/79OzFEypbFc/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMEMI7MxI/AAAAAAAAARY/79OzFEypbFc/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321156963344266002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 5 - At Puyi's (last emperor of China) place of residence after he got kicked out of the Forbidden City. His house is pretty. I have more picures. It wasn't very cold anymore, so I had a random long sleeve with my cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMfxlfRBI/AAAAAAAAARg/cozcLF_uLgU/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiMfxlfRBI/AAAAAAAAARg/cozcLF_uLgU/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321157437252650002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 6 - At a mosque in Beijing. The mosque doesn't look like a mosque. It looks like a temple please. But there are really muslims there, and quite a lot too. I like this cardigan. When we got back to Beijing from Tianjin, it wasn't so cold anymore, but still quite windy. So I just stuck to cardigans. I got this one in Tianjin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's my first time on a bullet train!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiPAvHrf2I/AAAAAAAAARo/XUPvgrZxbO0/s1600-h/P1080485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiPAvHrf2I/AAAAAAAAARo/XUPvgrZxbO0/s320/P1080485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321160202549690210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;317 km/hr. Is that fast or what. And you don't even feel it. We took the train from Beijing to Tianjin, and the whole trip was like half an hour. Like from Bukit Batok to City Hall on the MRT. You don't feel anything. But man, Tianjin was a lot colder and drier and a lot of static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of static, I had it everywhere. In my hair, in my jackets, everywhere. We would "dian" each other. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair was in a bad bad state. All tangled up! Thanks to static and the wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's my first time spending so much money in 7 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even dare to counted how much I spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought A LOT of things. Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 racerback tops, a shirt, a cardigan, 5 wallets :D, a "few" souvenirs, a cheongsam, a jacket, plus all the random snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't small see all those. It's a lot. My luggage was overweight. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YAH! This is the end of my post. For more pictures please go to Facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-7303019576297026628?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/7303019576297026628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=7303019576297026628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7303019576297026628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/7303019576297026628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/anastacias-first-timers-during-trip-to.html' title='Anastacia&apos;s first-timers during the trip to Beijing/Tianjin'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/SdiHuRatn-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zuHYP4jZIfE/s72-c/DSC05716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-5899558716466025613</id><published>2009-04-05T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:09:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final one!</title><content type='html'>I feel so so soooooooooooooooo much better now!!!!! Like, everything sucked out. Much better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone has their different ways of reacting to stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the ending of Kuroshitsuji! Although I really wanna see Sebastian's demon form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy! Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-5899558716466025613?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/5899558716466025613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=5899558716466025613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5899558716466025613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/5899558716466025613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-one.html' title='final one!'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8371304890518773874</id><published>2009-04-05T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:24:15.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contd</title><content type='html'>oh yeah yeah I'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't understand why they're so good at making me feel so sad and happy and excited and frustrated at the same time. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Holic please have a second season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip beat! please come out faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amu-chan goes with Ikuto please, not Tadase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid angel in kuroshitsuji just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can naruto and bleach end already -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I go sleep already!??!?!?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8371304890518773874?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8371304890518773874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8371304890518773874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8371304890518773874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8371304890518773874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/contd.html' title='contd'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-8395497316392997866</id><published>2009-04-05T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:05:16.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i say</title><content type='html'>WELCOME ANASTACIA BACK TO SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons I know not, I am still happily awake even though my plane touched down one and a half hours ago and yes, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Dark Knight on the place :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES AND UPDATES TOMORROW LAAA. I came online to watch my videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never aim for that rose which ascends over thorns, for if you miss, you will fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cuts over the already open wounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-8395497316392997866?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/8395497316392997866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=8395497316392997866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8395497316392997866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/8395497316392997866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-say.html' title='i say'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195033.post-1143253614891659857</id><published>2009-03-26T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:07:04.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/ScuLOJPyiHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FaxW3Xn689U/s1600-h/SNC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/ScuLOJPyiHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FaxW3Xn689U/s320/SNC00099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317496860157577330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY (for the last time) VIVIAN MA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have only known you for about a year, but you're one of my awesome awesome friends. :D Hope you get whatever you wished for. And thanks for making me a part of your wishes too. (: love you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20195033-1143253614891659857?l=grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/feeds/1143253614891659857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20195033&amp;postID=1143253614891659857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1143253614891659857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20195033/posts/default/1143253614891659857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grapefruit-greens.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-19th-birthday-for-last-time.html' title='happy loves.'/><author><name>MIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/TOonU6BkiXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NxpALCtY598/S220/150041_466311603892_695993892_5738089_3319907_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK3KqQJ_P60/ScuLOJPyiHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FaxW3Xn689U/s72-c/SNC00099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
