<?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-7585475049675113161</id><updated>2012-01-28T16:28:54.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious moments........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>489</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1214815784828676283</id><published>2012-01-28T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:28:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you, Jasmine...</title><content type='html'>We been friend since primary 3, you are kind, helpful and always joyful. I'll miss the times we had fun playing during recess time , I'll miss the time we had together as a class. I'm glad that I am able to be in the same school as you in NYP. I'll cherish the memories of time we spent together. I'm grateful to have a friend like you. You never fail to make me smile. Words aren't enough to express the loss of my friend. Thank you, Jasmine for everything . I'll treasure the memories we had. May you Rest In Peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1214815784828676283?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1214815784828676283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1214815784828676283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1214815784828676283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1214815784828676283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-miss-you-jasmine.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you, Jasmine...'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-7928966074504133419</id><published>2012-01-07T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:54:14.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop till we drop!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Went shopping with my friend today. Hahas. We went to Bugis Street first followed by Vivo then NEX lastly Hougang Mall. We almost shop all the places in the Bugis Street, I didn't know that there are tons of shops in Bugis Street, some shops are hidden in a corner where they are difficult to spot, others are just visible. Next we went to Vivo city, forever 21 to shop for accessories, spotted some bracelets, necklace and rings that are beautiful but the price are "more beautiful" , you know what I mean. After much consideration, we decided to give up searching for accessories and went to NEX to shop for shoes but to no avail so we head down to Hougang mall and continue to scout for more. It's fun but tiring in the end. I had lots of fun chatting. I smiled and laugh a lot until my cheeks are 酸. Haha. After meeting up with her, my mood went up , as mention in the previous post that I'm sad because I did not manage to pas my Econs Quiz. I have to do better the next time round, that's a must!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-7928966074504133419?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7928966074504133419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=7928966074504133419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7928966074504133419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7928966074504133419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/shop-till-we-drop.html' title='Shop till we drop!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-364527468472931655</id><published>2012-01-05T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:11:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 th post! Bad Day.</title><content type='html'>This is my 500th post! At last, I've reach 500. I went to school today for extra Econs lessons. The lecturer return us our Quiz 1 paper... I didn't do well. I failed. :'( I have no mood to carry on the lessons after the lecturer return the paper. 10% of my marks gone. I don't know what to do. I cannot fail anyone of the subject in the final year. I hope that I can at least get a C for this subject.,that's all I'm hoping for. In the evening, my dad was just telling me that education was important given that now the economy is competitive. After hearing him talk, I thought of my Econs Quiz. I felt useless! My dad said that I took Financial Informatics was to get into one of the University when I graduate from Poly. I'm asking myself, Do I really have a chance to even enter any University with this kind of result? I'm scolding myself for not doing well when my dad was there telling me about the future education. My question to myself is : Do I stand a chance?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-364527468472931655?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/364527468472931655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=364527468472931655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/364527468472931655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/364527468472931655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/500-th-post-bad-day.html' title='500 th post! Bad Day.'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-231081317780576699</id><published>2012-01-02T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:35:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut, Cut, Cut...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had my hair cut today. It does not totally change my overall look a lot. Basically, my hair was a little short than before and I did cut my fringe a little. Well... you should know how little I refer to. My fringe ... I would say that it's still long, it still covers my whole face just that the length of my fringe is about the same as my face. Do I regret it. Er... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YA! TOTALLY!&lt;/span&gt; right after I cut my fringe short! However, after a while I did not regret as much as before. Before I went for my hair cut, I did search the web on what fringe cut should I get because I really don't know and I dare not try out new hairstyle. I came across this Creaclip that I quite like it a lot! I wish I could get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P15tRtZgNRY" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HFNDuUFL7j4" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the videos, I feel tempted to cut bangs. haha. I want this clip so badly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-231081317780576699?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/231081317780576699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=231081317780576699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/231081317780576699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/231081317780576699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/cut-cut-cut.html' title='Cut, Cut, Cut...'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/P15tRtZgNRY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5509837301892714147</id><published>2012-01-01T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:04:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Life, New Beginning . . .</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's offically a new year! 2012. 2011 was quite an enjoyable year for me. Getting my 'O' Levels results, orientation, new school, new friends, projects etc. I hope that 2012 would be a better one. Haha. My family and my uncle head down to Marine Bay Sands to view the fireworks display at 12am on the dot. He drove us there and back home. I feeeel so happy when I saw those fireworks ahead of me it's like WOW! I kept smiling for the whole 10 minutes. The fireworks display were just amazing. This is the first time I'm counting down with my uncle at Marine Bay Sands. He said that a new year is coming and we would get a new ear! haha! After the fireworks display, he wished us a happy new year. My sister recorded the whole fireworks display I actually thought of uploading it but I'm afraid that the file might be too large. We head home straight after the fireworks. Because most of the people are also heading home, there would be some congestion. Human and cars congestion. We were in his car, in the car park for 20 mites plus before we get out of the car park. From there you could just see other cars trying to cut queues so that they could get out first. Anyway, I did really enjoy myself. Oh ya about my sore throat, I've recovered. I visited the doctor on the 29th Dec as I really could not stand my throat. I'm thankful that I manage to recovered before the new year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I wish everyone that this year would bring them joy, peace good health and prosperity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ViY4q8NZoKU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5509837301892714147?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5509837301892714147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5509837301892714147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5509837301892714147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5509837301892714147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-life-new-beginning.html' title='New Year, New Life, New Beginning . . .'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ViY4q8NZoKU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8842663397162999609</id><published>2011-12-27T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:32:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo not looking forward</title><content type='html'>Okay initially I was looking forward for Christmas but a few days before Christmas, I was down with a sore throat. That's sooooo not cool. Christmas was meant for me to have fun and enjoy myself but to have trouble swallowing my food even my saliva, it was terrible. I have not recovered since. The day after Christmas was my parents anniversary and I had to enjoy delicious food with my sore throat. Could anyone tell me how am I suppose to enjoy the food when I don't even have a "good" throat? That feeling just sucks! I'm so sorry for being mean but it's just that I want to recover quickly! I hope that I could recover before the new year. PLEASE PLEASE I WANT TO GET WELL SO BADLY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8842663397162999609?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8842663397162999609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8842663397162999609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8842663397162999609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8842663397162999609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/soooo-not-looking-forward.html' title='Soooo not looking forward'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4021444454966160429</id><published>2011-12-18T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:05:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents !!!</title><content type='html'>Went shopping with my friend to get a gift for tomorrow gift exchange at the chalet. I bought 2 cans of biscuit which cost me about about 6+. I realise that I do not know how to wrap so I get my mum to help then my dad came in and help hence it was like my whole family came in to help wrap the present. Well... I did help out by providing the tape to them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSyoGKVjqtk/Tu3dCbgxfQI/AAAAAAAABHY/Q3lypI5jIgE/s1600/Photo0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687444938253499650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSyoGKVjqtk/Tu3dCbgxfQI/AAAAAAAABHY/Q3lypI5jIgE/s320/Photo0204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQd9SD8cDy0/Tu3dCkynpWI/AAAAAAAABHk/fwULGihYXcM/s1600/Photo0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687444940744271202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQd9SD8cDy0/Tu3dCkynpWI/AAAAAAAABHk/fwULGihYXcM/s320/Photo0205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gMBoF5ggHY/Tu3dDzAEZDI/AAAAAAAABH8/-H5dMlzLM-8/s1600/Photo0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687444961738646578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gMBoF5ggHY/Tu3dDzAEZDI/AAAAAAAABH8/-H5dMlzLM-8/s320/Photo0207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxYJTeLu9AA/Tu3dDJ3jBtI/AAAAAAAABH0/Bx3ETTAoeDI/s1600/Photo0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687444950697051858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxYJTeLu9AA/Tu3dDJ3jBtI/AAAAAAAABH0/Bx3ETTAoeDI/s320/Photo0206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oj6d3X6_dxk/Tu3dEE3FlMI/AAAAAAAABIM/BJT4YfCtWZM/s1600/Photo0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687444966532814018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oj6d3X6_dxk/Tu3dEE3FlMI/AAAAAAAABIM/BJT4YfCtWZM/s320/Photo0208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end product is this. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ob-ITDX3r8/Tu3jnrLiYGI/AAAAAAAABIg/pBHPA6Ojog4/s1600/Photo0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687452175184322658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ob-ITDX3r8/Tu3jnrLiYGI/AAAAAAAABIg/pBHPA6Ojog4/s320/Photo0210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8dTO5zRNiE/Tu3jnamevMI/AAAAAAAABIU/vcIqGY4pfvQ/s1600/Photo0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687452170733927618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8dTO5zRNiE/Tu3jnamevMI/AAAAAAAABIU/vcIqGY4pfvQ/s320/Photo0209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4021444454966160429?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4021444454966160429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4021444454966160429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4021444454966160429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4021444454966160429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/presents.html' title='Presents !!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSyoGKVjqtk/Tu3dCbgxfQI/AAAAAAAABHY/Q3lypI5jIgE/s72-c/Photo0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6025629367454427940</id><published>2011-12-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:34:39.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight: The breaking dawn part1</title><content type='html'>Yup! That's the movie that I watched with my sister today after school at AMK hub. The reasons that I'm watching this movie was because I've watch the other twilight movies and I wanted to know what will happen in the end. Well... the movie was sort of scary to me. It kinda shock me. There's lots of blood and bed scene involve. The last part of the movie scared the hell out of me. They zoom in to Bella's eyes that were closed then suddently, there's music "boom" and her red coloured eyes opened. She become a vampire. Then it's the end of the movie. Everybody then left the movie theatre quickly but they did not realise that them movie have not ended yet, there's more. Anyway, I felt that the movie was not too bad. Err..Average I guess. After the movie, my sister and I went to Zone X to play a few games then went to search for some wrapping papers but did not manage to find some cheap ones so we head home. Haha. I had a fun and enjoyable time with my sister today =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6025629367454427940?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6025629367454427940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6025629367454427940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6025629367454427940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6025629367454427940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/twilight-breaking-dawn-part1.html' title='Twilight: The breaking dawn part1'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4357417933610739964</id><published>2011-12-09T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:17:15.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music!</title><content type='html'>Okay basically I would be posting songs that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QJO3ROT-A4E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LUjn3RpkcKY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ua830TJ1jxA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4357417933610739964?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4357417933610739964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4357417933610739964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4357417933610739964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4357417933610739964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/music.html' title='Music!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QJO3ROT-A4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-7023812804986032131</id><published>2011-12-08T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:31:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw up!</title><content type='html'>Just had my Econs ICA 1 this afternoon and I completely flung it. My mind went blank. Gosh! I hope that I can do well in that paper. As mention that I was sick a few days ago, my younger sister was sick today and my mum bought her to visit the doctor and her voice now is so.... man.... Her voice does not sound like her usual self because she is having a sore throat. Hope she gets well soon =D I also do hope that my flu and cough would go away as soon as possible. It's just so irritating to study and revise my work when I kept coughing and using the tissue. Oh ya forgot to mention, my Econs tutorial teacher was so cute. At the end of the lessons, she wishes us Merry Christmas and Happy New Year then the whole class start laughing. Haha. But it's good that she wishes us because the next time we are going to see her is next year. Time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the way home today I met Veronica. She asked whether I'm going to the class chalet. Well... I have not respond to the facebook request yet so. I am not very sure about it yet. I will give you a reply soon ya. In the meantime take care people! lots of people in my school are sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-7023812804986032131?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7023812804986032131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=7023812804986032131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7023812804986032131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7023812804986032131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/screw-up.html' title='Screw up!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5337133366202849630</id><published>2011-12-04T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:32:12.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disastrous!</title><content type='html'>Last week Friday I had Capital Market and Financial Instrument Quiz 1 and I completely ruined the paper. For no reason, I got sick in the afternoon when I was in school. I was down with a bad flu. I have to consistently use the tissue paper and also borrow from the others. I feel so bad. Man, I just hope that I can at least pass the quiz. I hope I won't end up in the bottom. I mean.. let's face it. The calculation question, I completely ruined it. Answers completely different from my friends. 10 marks GONE! Man! 10% of my marks GONE! 10 % do you even know how much it means to me?!! I really have to buck up if I want to do well. I can't just say and forget about it I need to put that to action. I need to do what I say. I can't let my parents down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a doctor today and I hope that I get better soon. My grandfather went back home because the maid has arrive and is now currently staying with him. Next week is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Communication Skills Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - OOP Quiz 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Econs ICA 1 &amp;amp; Informal presentation on dadt dictionary and data base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I'm on holiday now. I'm going crazy! Seriously! Projects! Assignments! Homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5337133366202849630?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5337133366202849630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5337133366202849630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5337133366202849630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5337133366202849630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/disastrous.html' title='Disastrous!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5639182388077094742</id><published>2011-11-23T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:13:22.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted!!</title><content type='html'>Many weeks ago, I told my sister to use my roll on gel for pimples when I notice that she had some pimples on her forehead. After a few weeks, she told me that the roll on gel that I bought was very useful because it manage to 淡化 her scars. She pointed to the scars on her feet. I screamed at her. The roll on gel was meant for the face not for the feet! How could she use it on her feet?! That's disgusting!! Anyway she told me that she did clean it after using it. Or else I would scream at the top of my voice. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was normal. Nothing special. School ends at 1pm today, I was so happy hahas. Actually I was looking forward to this day because I get to buy the sausage and keropok from the night market at Ang Mo Kio near the Ang Mo Kio Station. I know that it's fattening but I can't resist my temptation. I bought 4 sausages. 1 for me the rest for my family who are at home. 公公 was at home but he said he don't want to eat it so I saved it for his dinner. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Capital Market and Financial Instrument quiz. Got to start studying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S sorry for any mistakes or spelling errors on this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5639182388077094742?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5639182388077094742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5639182388077094742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5639182388077094742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5639182388077094742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6005644979370063867</id><published>2011-11-17T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:01:12.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Lecturer!!!</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, I am supposed to end school at 1pm but because last week we missed our lecture so we had to make up and I end up leaving the school at 4 pus. It was Elementary Statistics lecture that we missed and every time we had his lecturer, I felt kind of weird in the lecturer hall. He would laugh at his own jokes which we think that the jokes are lame and some started laughing too. Just this Wednesday when he was teaching Binomial Probability, he was speaking too fast that he had tongue tied, hence, he mispronounce the word "five" to the F word. The class actually did not heard it , it was when a small group of students who started laughing then the lecturer himself admit that he speaks too fast and said the wrong thing. He stared laughing too. Then not long after he became serious, after 30 minutes or so, the lecturer mispronounce the word "five" to the F word again but this time the whole class heard it and all started laughing even the lecturer himself. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Elementary Statistic results. I'm not sure if I am satisfied with the result. Anyway, I had a formal presentation today and I was so nervous that I started shivering and I speak like a bullet train. Jia Min was behind me patting my back to calm me down. I did manage to calm down a little and because I was speaking too fast, the lecturer questions me about my slides. I was DAMN FRIGHTEN!! Luckily, I got help from my group members if not I'm dead. The lecturer mentions that I kept staring at my notes too much that I did not make enough eye contact. That's because I was nervous like hell that I forgot everything! I should learn how to control my nervousness. 15% of my marks gone…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6005644979370063867?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6005644979370063867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6005644979370063867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6005644979370063867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6005644979370063867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/hilarious-lecturer.html' title='Hilarious Lecturer!!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8835109932430925810</id><published>2011-11-13T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:05:36.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weeks ahead!</title><content type='html'>Okay next week I am going to be very extremely busy. I have a role play on Tuesday and the scripts that the narrator sent me was not very clear. I'm worried for that. Secondly, on Wednesday I have Object Orientated Programming Quiz 1 and I have yet to study. Following which, I have a formal presentation on Thursday on the project proposal, it's not done yet and now I am worried sick. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 7 - Capital Market and Financial Instrument Quiz 1&lt;br /&gt;Week 8 - Object Orientated Programming Quiz 2 &amp;amp; Econs ICA 1&lt;br /&gt;Week 13 - Capital Market and Financial Instrument Quiz 2&lt;br /&gt;Week 14 - Object Orientated Programming Practical test, Econs ICA 2 and Elementary Statistic written test 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus all the other projects!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy!!! I just hope that I can manage these things well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8835109932430925810?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8835109932430925810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8835109932430925810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8835109932430925810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8835109932430925810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/busy-weeks-ahead.html' title='Busy weeks ahead!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4876837945922209650</id><published>2011-11-09T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:53:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DENiZEN voucher</title><content type='html'>Last month I bought McDonalds for my grandpa as lunch and I've got an DENiZEN voucher! Today I went down to novena to claim my the voucher. I then realize that the things there are not cheap my mum allow me to buy a jeans provided that I keep that jeans until new year. Which means that I only get to wear the jeans when it's lunar new year. You'll be wondering how much was that jeans right? Well it was $79.90 after the voucher it was $49.90. It is very expensive!!!! But anyway my mum allow me to buy it because I have the voucher. Oh ya my grandpa is now staying with us for now as my dad was worried about grandpa staying alone in the house. Now he is staying with us =) anyway yesterday I dreamt about my computing mathematics test today I remembered that it was very difficult. Today I took the test and it was very difficult I hope that I would be able to at least score well. Sorry about my bad organization of my story today. Haha. I did not organize my story well , what pops up in my mind I just write it down :D so sorry about that :) okay I'm gonna sign off now. Bye ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4876837945922209650?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4876837945922209650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4876837945922209650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4876837945922209650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4876837945922209650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/denizen-voucher.html' title='DENiZEN voucher'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6666916990504949663</id><published>2011-11-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:58:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>奶奶， 早日康复！</title><content type='html'>My grandmother was hospitalised again. Yesterday when I was at my 婆婆 house, my dad received a call from 奶奶 saying that grandpa doesn’t have enough strength to carry her up to bring her to the toilet so my dad and I rush down to their place and help them. When we reach there, grandpa was there trying to lift her up but was unable to hence me and my dad help. When we lift her up she was shivering I have no idea why. After several attempts, we managed to lift her up but she did not even move an inch. She was shivering the whole time when my dad told her to move her legs so that she could use the toilet. My dad was angry at that time and he was sort of scolding her. I told my dad to give her some time to move but she did not. Therefore my dad suggests that she wears pampers. So we put her in the wheelchair and wheel her back to her room. We have to lift her up to her bed but because of her fracture in her backbone due to osteoporosis we have to be very careful. However, when we lift her up that time, she mentions that her backbone was very painful. We tried to put pampers for her but we can't because she can't lean on her sides and we can't pull her up to put the pampers. From that time she was in extreme pain. With no choice, my dad called the ambulance. It's my first time seeing the paramedics come to the house. My dad told them the conditions and they were careful with 奶奶. As I mention, when she was asked to moved or as they were trying to lift her up she was in pain. The paramedics’ help her put on some sort of cast on her back to support her back and then lift her to the stretcher. They only allowed one person to follow them to the hospital so I stayed at grandpa house, heat up the left over lunch for our dinner. I waited until 12am before my dad came to fetch me back. By the time I reached home it was 12 plus reaching 1am. Today my family went to visit grandma she was asleep and was on drip(antibiotics) she did woke up and talk to us and after a while she went back to sleep she said that she was tired so We did not disturb her and let her rest. I can see that she is still in pain. I hope she gets well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6666916990504949663?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6666916990504949663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6666916990504949663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6666916990504949663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6666916990504949663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='奶奶， 早日康复！'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4174614991582685058</id><published>2011-11-04T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:02:14.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Reflection~</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;2ND November 2011, Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was discharged from hospital today and my dad asked me to go down to their house and bring down the wheelchair upon my dad's call. I reach my grandparent house at about 2 plus and I bought McDonald's for my grandfather to eat but he mentioned that he had already taken his lunch so I left his lunch there. Then after I had my lunch I went to do my homework and finished it at about 1-2 hours later. After that I waited for my dad's call for 4 hours. At about 7 plus my dad called and I brought the wheelchair down. Then when my grandmother got back home, my dad had to explain the instruction about the medicine to her. There are tons of medicine for her to take so she had to remember them correctly. My dad had to repeat a few times before she gets it. While my dad was explaining my grandfather told me that 奶奶老了病了要吃很多药. On my way home, my dad told me that he was fortunate because ever since he studied part-time in the poly, there are friends that brought him home and to school. My dad told me that during 2 weeks of studying in Poly he actually thought of giving up because by the time he got home it would be very late he emphasis that he was just lucky to have friends that lives nearby him. He also told me that in the past people gets employed easily but now, to be employed you at least have mush a diploma or a degree. When I heard him saying this I actually have the urge to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ends early today because one of the lecturer was unable to teach us and so we get to go home early but the bad news is we have to make up for the lessons that we missed. This means that I would not be able to get home early on Wednesday as that is the only time we have time for make up lessons.Projects, Projects. Last sem there is one 1 project but now almost every module I took have project to do. I am going crazy. Luckily, I am not the group leader given the experience I had from the previous sem =) I hope that I can complete my projects on time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I found another song that I loved lostening to =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f07vXjZkfjk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4174614991582685058?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4174614991582685058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4174614991582685058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4174614991582685058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4174614991582685058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflection.html' title='~Reflection~'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f07vXjZkfjk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3486912329156547549</id><published>2011-10-25T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:18:57.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GROSS part of me!</title><content type='html'>I went to school at 8.30 today and reach school at about 9.15am I was warm at that time so I decided to buy a packet of green tea from the machine. When the packet of drinks came out from the machine, I realised that it did not have a straw attached to it so I search the machine again and I did not find any straws. Well... what will you do when you came to this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Throw away the packet of drinks&lt;br /&gt;2)Take a straw from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;3)Find some place where other will not able to notice you drinking without a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was 3, find a place where other will not be able to notice you drinking without a straw. You will be wondering where was the place right well... it was actually the toilet. Gross right? I bought a packet of ice cold green tea and savour it in the toilet. I went inside one cubicle poke the packet of drinks with my nails and savour it. I was like so desperate to drink that packet of ice cold green tea that I have to end up in the toilet and drink it. I felt so stupid and dumb. The toilet there does not smell good at all. Try putting yourselves into my shoes, would you be able to drink it? No way of course! The environment just does not feel right at all. Anyway let's drop this subject. It's just made me feel so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played around with my sister ipad recently and I found out some songs that I like listening to. Here are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZrN80ktUO4k?hd=1" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Korean Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Tx5mrPvRvg?hd=1" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is English Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sB6iPV1S8yQ?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cSqgi1tvflI?hd=1" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3486912329156547549?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3486912329156547549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3486912329156547549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3486912329156547549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3486912329156547549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/gross-part-of-me.html' title='The GROSS part of me!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZrN80ktUO4k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3832909869154473666</id><published>2011-10-21T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:08:10.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out!</title><content type='html'>One week of sem 2 passed and now I am really really really tired. School ends at 6pm for Monday and Tuesday. I get to go back home early on Wednesday and Thursday. Friday was expectational because I was suppose to end school on 6pm but instead it was 1pm today because there was no tutorial and the remaining last two periods was OOPJ consultation period. I have to get up early on Thursday because lessons starts at 8am. My project are getting thorougher and so are my homework. Now I've got to read the financial section of the newspaper to know exactly how Singapore is doing in the finance industry. Recently my grandmother has been admitted in the hospital because she experience sharp pain in her backbone. I hope that she recovers soon. Oh ya my flu has also gone away :D. This week was a busy week I hope that I would be able to adapt to the new group members and work well with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3832909869154473666?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3832909869154473666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3832909869154473666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3832909869154473666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3832909869154473666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-9036789831228938586</id><published>2011-10-17T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:33:04.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissue Please!!</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm officially sick. I am down with a running nose on Sunday and now I'm still having it. It's irritating because I dared not blow my nose in front of my classmate and because of this all my mucus got stuck in my nose in the end I have a headache and had to use my mouth to breathe. This is very awkward because I have to constantly open my mouth. The best thing is that today is the first day of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sem&lt;/span&gt; 2 and I got sick?! Anyway,a lot of things happen today. All my lectures gone crazy. They have been telling jokes to us but nobody seems to laugh at their jokes expect for themselves. Okay maybe I wasn't really concentrating because of my flu but nobody in the lecture theatre was laughing. Mind you it was a full house lecture theatre. It was like silence for a few seconds. Now that I am sick I should get some rest. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; my flu would go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-9036789831228938586?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9036789831228938586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=9036789831228938586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/9036789831228938586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/9036789831228938586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/tissue-please.html' title='Tissue Please!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5266843172493344795</id><published>2011-10-12T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:36:06.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>Yes! Shopping. I went out with my friend today because I had nothing better to do at home I am really bored at home. First we take a ride down to Farrer Park to shop at City Square Mall. We went there at about 11.30 reaching 12 and expect almost all the shops to be open but no. Only some shops are open. Most of the shops have not start their business for the day yet. After shopping there we went to Nex shopping mall. I didn't realise my dad was having lunch there when he text me at about 1 pm. Haha. I did not check my handphone during that time and when I saw his message it was about 3 plus. Anyway back to the story, ya we went shopping at Nex and fill up our empty stomach too. xD After shopping at nex we went back to Hougang Mall shop for a while and went home. It was really tiring. Now I realise that I get worn out very easily. I'm ageing you see. Oh ya I  thought of having my fringe cut but the problem is I don't know what kind of style I want for my hair and I am afraid that I might regret what I have actually done. Therefore I am still considering whether or not should I have my hair cut short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5266843172493344795?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5266843172493344795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5266843172493344795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5266843172493344795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5266843172493344795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6006408487494636130</id><published>2011-10-09T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:02:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Singapore Tour! "</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I went for Cockroaches hunting in my house. Sounds gross? I actually did that with my family. We really search for Cockroaches in the kitchen and it's true that we manage to find some real big ones and on top of that I taught my younger sister science. You will be wondering about what right? It's about Cockroaches eggs. I show her some unhatched Cockroaches egg and some hatched Cockroaches egg. It was really digusting but anyway we manage to get rid of some haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my dad actually wanted my sisters and I to stay at home while he goes to grandmother house but I insist on going out because I had nothing to do at home and so we did . First we head to Tiong Bahru then after lunch we head down to Clark Quay following which we walked from Clark Quay to the Fort Canning Park then we came to the Registry of Marriages which was near the Fort Canning Park (well actually after some dictance of walking or so). Took some photos there. After which we went to the Singapore National Museum to see. Then from there we walked to the Bras Basar and because of all those walking we were thirsty so my dad bought drinks for the whole family at the nearest Kopitiam. After having our drinks we walk from Bras Basar to Little India to buy the famous Nasi Briyani then we head home straight because our feet could not walk any longer. It's was really tiring. Haha. That's why you see why I named this post as "Singapore tour".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya I missed out my sister brought us to the sticky shop in clark quay and my dad allowed us to but 3 packs of sticky sweets home. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Summary of our tour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tiong Bahru --&amp;gt; Clark Quay --&amp;gt; Fort Canning Park --&amp;gt; Registry of Marriages --&amp;gt; Singapore National Museum --&amp;gt; Bras Basar --&amp;gt; Little India --&amp;gt; Home Sweet Home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6006408487494636130?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6006408487494636130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6006408487494636130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6006408487494636130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6006408487494636130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/singapore-tour.html' title='&quot; Singapore Tour! &quot;'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2788460931805823390</id><published>2011-10-04T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:45:05.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Finally Got The Keys!!!</title><content type='html'>I was playing game when my dad came home. He bought dinner for us because this week we did not shop for groceries there he was saying why no one was helping him opening the door. Then at that time I ran up to the door to help him however when i brought the food inside the kitchen, he was still standing at the door trying to lock and unlock the doors with different keys. By then I was wondering why he needed so many spare keys for? After trying it out he passed to me one pair of the keys telling me that it's mine. YAY!!! Finally I've got the house keys! I'm official a young adult. I always envy those who got their house keys. I've thought that I would have to wait until I reached 21 to get the house keys. Haha. I'm so happy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored at home although I did mention that I played games at home. I played the games several times and I'm kinda of sick of the game but anyway it's still fun though. I want to watch Movie! I want to watch Johnny English Reborn. My cousin mentioned that it was a hilarious show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qXQSfSu1Y0s?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2788460931805823390?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2788460931805823390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2788460931805823390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2788460931805823390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2788460931805823390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-finally-got-keys.html' title='I&apos;ve Finally Got The Keys!!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qXQSfSu1Y0s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5451058182057108079</id><published>2011-10-03T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:16:23.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>I listened to a lot of music on the radio but the problem is that I don't even know the song title. Just recently, I watch the show the x-factor and I heard the girl sang the song that I love it and the song title is impossible. It's a nice song. I actually have a question to ask. When you mention that you love the song does it means that you like the meaning of the song or you like the rhythm of the song or you just love the song? Well... for me is the last two option. Is it ridiculous? I hope not. Haha. Well... here is the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IGTVDsk8Enw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5451058182057108079?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5451058182057108079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5451058182057108079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5451058182057108079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5451058182057108079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IGTVDsk8Enw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-7834578724996681006</id><published>2011-10-01T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:09:13.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Night Kite Flying ~</title><content type='html'>We went to fly kite with my uncle and her daughter . My uncle pick us up at our house void deck and we head off to the Marine Bay Sands area at the Marine Barrage. I love to ride in his car. His ride are very smooth. I had lots of fun there. Many people turn up for the night kite flying. The MC said that they wanted to break the record of the number of LED kite fly in the sky. It's very beautiful to see it in the night. It's like many of bright coloured stars. Unfortunately, my dad didn't notice the line attach to the kite was running out and there goes the beautiful kite. I did gave chase to catch the kite back but because I was too short and I can't reach high hence I loss the kite. It dropped onto the Marine Barrage reservoir lying there on the water. After the event we went to lao par sar to have our dinner. We had satay, noodles, fish , cockles and many more. Because my sister said the cockles don't have that kind of stinky smell, so I tried one but when I open the cockle, the "juice" inside splash on me. It's disgusting. The "juice" is black in color. YUCKS! Luckily my uncle drive us home if not I will have to take the MRT with my stained shirt on. Mind you, my shirt is white in color. Anyway, I will find some time to post the pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-7834578724996681006?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7834578724996681006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=7834578724996681006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7834578724996681006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7834578724996681006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/night-kite-flying.html' title='~ Night Kite Flying ~'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2084316580199800178</id><published>2011-09-29T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:01:04.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails.</title><content type='html'>I painted my nails a few weeks ago and now the paint is fading off. I painted my mails with a clear transparent paint as the base and I use the tip of the pen to do some small dots on my nails. Not covering the whole nails it's the part where the pink section of the nails separate from the white section from the nails. I hope you understand what I am trying to describe here. Anyway I did some dots there. Now what's left on my nails are some dots. Most of the dots came off. The funny thing is that I had only one dot left on ym left hand side baby finger. Talking about my nails, I just realise that one of my nail break this evening. Well... I decide not to cut it off until tomorrow. When tomorrow comes I will remove my nails paint and cut my nails. Hopefully my nails survive until tomorrow. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2084316580199800178?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2084316580199800178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2084316580199800178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2084316580199800178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2084316580199800178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/nails.html' title='Nails.'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2977632235457072478</id><published>2011-09-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:48:53.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soM2qZ9nVTY/ToE4cynRJLI/AAAAAAAABHA/99JeNq7fZ4w/s1600/Photo0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656864674228020402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soM2qZ9nVTY/ToE4cynRJLI/AAAAAAAABHA/99JeNq7fZ4w/s320/Photo0144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8OIClYAE3M/ToE40_jVZoI/AAAAAAAABHQ/L0R6qnLKEzk/s1600/Photo0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656865090018043522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8OIClYAE3M/ToE40_jVZoI/AAAAAAAABHQ/L0R6qnLKEzk/s320/Photo0145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I saw my dad buy this kind of shoes. Shoes with white base?! He bought this at Expo because there was a sale going on. He wouldn't but this kind of shoes because all his shoes have a black base moreover, my mum and I have the same thought which is that this kind of shoes was for those who are very fashionable. My dad did has his own fashion but not this type of white base shoes fashion. I guessed he changed his own style of fashion. Anyway, both my mum and I like this kind of shoes at first glance. I prefer shoes that have a white base. It looks nice. I've seen people wear it and it suits them beautifully but unfortunately, not for me. I don't look good in anything. Well, I guess I have to end my post here. Goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2977632235457072478?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2977632235457072478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2977632235457072478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2977632235457072478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2977632235457072478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/expo.html' title='Expo'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soM2qZ9nVTY/ToE4cynRJLI/AAAAAAAABHA/99JeNq7fZ4w/s72-c/Photo0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6564425992973330536</id><published>2011-09-20T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:37:08.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty...</title><content type='html'>For the past weeks my younger sister have been having her lunch in school which was not supposed to be. Every time my sister had to stayed back for remedial lessons, my mum would pack food and bring down the lunch box for her so that she could have a proper lunch. Just last night I asked her if she had any friends to have sit and eat together she replied that most of the time she had to eat alone. I questioned her why she said that she has not much friends all her friends went to find other friends leaving her alone. I asked her during recess if she had any friends with her she mentioned that she only sat with her kindergartner friend which was in the same school but different class as her. My heart sank when she said that sometimes she had to sit alone in one table and eat. Just imagine it. It's quite sad to picture it. The reason why my sister have to have her lunch in school was because my eldest sister wanted to go for a swim and I agree with her so did my mum. Hence the last resort.... was to ask her to have her lunch in school. I felt quite bad now. I understand how my younger sister would feel inside because I went through this many times. Not only you will feel lonely, you will also feel left out from the others. My younger sister told me that there was a time where she place her bag on the place that she want to sit so she went to buy her lunch but when she returned, another friend sat on her place and place her bag towards the end side hence she has no space to sit but to search for another place. I mean this is ridiculous @#$%^!* my sis place her bag there and you actually shift it?! After hearing this, I cried in the night. I felt that my sister got bullied by her friends. I am guilty because I went swimming with my mum and my eldest sister. I am enjoying while my younger sister is suffering. I can't possible let this continue to happen anymore. This is insane. Now, I will bring down her lunch box so that she could have a proper lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16/9/2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friend on this day however I did not manage to blog because I was worn out from all the walking. As you know that I am growing old everyday hence it is easy for me to get tired. Haha. We went to quite a lot of places and manage to explore and find more interesting shops. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6564425992973330536?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6564425992973330536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6564425992973330536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6564425992973330536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6564425992973330536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/guilty.html' title='Guilty...'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6483247613219771245</id><published>2011-09-14T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:40:30.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting it!</title><content type='html'>I went to the swimming pool with my mum and sister again today. It's was raining most of the time today but there is sheltered swimming pool there so we are still able to play with the water. Surprisingly, the water level there in the sheltered pool was much higher than yesterday. My mum and sister agree with it too. Strange. Anyway. before we head down to the swimming pool, my sister and I watched a video for those who are learning to swim as beginners. After watching the video on learning how to swim, now I am able to swim a short distance but still I am afraid of swimming long distances. Anyway, I am so happy! ^^ I finally learn how to float and swim. All thanks to the video I watched in YouTube. I was very tired when I got home. Well... my dad and my younger sister did not know anything about us going to the swimming pool. Haha. Let's just keep it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xCwj8B7hi3s" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6483247613219771245?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6483247613219771245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6483247613219771245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6483247613219771245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6483247613219771245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-getting-it.html' title='I&apos;m getting it!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xCwj8B7hi3s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4657511552807922984</id><published>2011-09-13T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:32:21.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh! Out of Shape!</title><content type='html'>My mum, eldest sister and I went to the swimming pool today not to swim but to play with the water. I realise that, me, growing fat can't possibly look good in swimming costume. All of my excess fats are buldging out. Gosh! I know that I sould not be writing about this because it's seems gross. Well...I'm not overweight but recently I have gain weight and I am trying to lose weight. All I can say is that gaining weight is easy but losing weight is difficult. I can't fit into most of my clothes anymore. Now, this sounds very bad because it simply means that I grew fat by probably 2 sizes. That's extremely bad! How I wish I could at least lose some weight. Anyway, I had lots of fun playing at the pool. Seeing those children swim so well, I wish I could swim like them but I can't as mention I am too fat. I'll guess I have a new target and that's to lose some weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4657511552807922984?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4657511552807922984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4657511552807922984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4657511552807922984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4657511552807922984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/gosh-out-of-shape.html' title='Gosh! Out of Shape!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1301974946088353289</id><published>2011-09-09T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:34:30.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been watching the show Hello Baby SNSD and when I heard this song, I'm in love with it. I just love this songs so much. I don't know the reason why I loved this song so much. Haha. I'm so random :P Now, I've finished watching all the shows on the Internet I am not sure what to do next. Anyway, there isn't much for me to talk about. Here's the song below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6SwiSpudKWI?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1301974946088353289?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1301974946088353289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1301974946088353289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1301974946088353289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1301974946088353289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6SwiSpudKWI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6323374374120391190</id><published>2011-09-01T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:53:28.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers Day?</title><content type='html'>Went back to my secondary school with my school mates but did not manage to get to see the teachers because they left long ago before we arrived. Then we head down to Hougang Mall to have ... well... lunch ... we dine in a restaurant and on our way there, we saw a lot of our school mates there but we were too embarrassed to go forward to talk to them. In the restaurant, it was so expensive so I ordered ice-cream. Weird right? but anyway I've done it so nothing to be embarrassed of. After shopping at Hougang Mall, My friend and I went to Vivo City to shop. Some of the things have changed there and we managed to find some shops that meet our expectation. Things that are of reasonable price. Haha. After all the shopping, we went back to Hougang Mall and I accompany her for dinner then we head home. It was a very tiring day and now my leg is aching. I wonder if your leg is aching now? Haha. Hope to have another shopping really soon ya? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6323374374120391190?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6323374374120391190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6323374374120391190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6323374374120391190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6323374374120391190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers Day?'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6911477666355189682</id><published>2011-08-29T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:47:36.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm worst!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happen but I can't really move my neck from left to right late last night and I think it was because of this, I had a slight fever becuase my head was aching. I felt as though I have strain my neck and it hurts a lot until now. Gosh! so many things happen to me. I have to go to school today for a remedial lessons on programming. Our programming lecturer said that this year paper was a little little little little bit difficult from the previous years. I thought to myself, the past years papers was quite difficult for me to handle and this year would be a little little little little bit difficult would mean very very very extremely difficult for me. I just hope that during the examination, there would be a laptop there so that I would be able to use the eclipse program to check for my errors. I really have to buck up. The past two papers.... well.... I hope for the best. Computing mathematics, I don't know how to do the matrix question and I don't even have time to check my papers! Principle for Accounts, worst! I complete the paper and had some time to check the papers but the problem is I don't even know what I wrote were right. Some parts of the question I don't even understand. Well... I just at least write something there, just try my luck to earn some working marks rather than to score zero.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me that he used to take mechanic exam and that the exam was very tough. Their paper consist of 10 MCQs each consist of 4 marks. The question are very long and you will have to use the concept you have learnt to apply it otherwise you can't solve it. My dad lecturer told them if you don't know how to do it, don't try to think and solve for the question because in the end, you won't be able to get that question right. So what my dad lecturer suggests was to write all the same answers, for example all 10 MCQs, write all the answers to be A. At least there will be some question that you will get right. Haha. I asked my dad if he actually passed the exam and he smile and said he did. He mention that what te lecturer taught was working forward and solve the question, but what the question asked was working it backwards to get the answers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have to get back to study, hoping that nothing bad will happen to me the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6911477666355189682?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6911477666355189682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6911477666355189682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6911477666355189682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6911477666355189682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-worst.html' title='I&apos;m worst!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-864784915391898255</id><published>2011-08-28T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:53:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm better!</title><content type='html'>This Friday night or should I say this Friday night? anyway I did not feel well on Friday night. I had diarrhoea and I don't know why. I ate the same thing as my sister and I got diarrhoea not only that I had a splitting headache. Imagine going to the toilet often when you are having a splitting headache. It's maddness. I really feel sick and uncomfortable but after a few hours, the diarrhoea stop then I had fever.&lt;strong&gt; Fever + splitting headache = dead&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought that this would never stop because I am afraid that I might not be able to take my exams on the 31 August. I got better on Saturday but my stomach feels weird. It feels hot and I can't stand upright. Whenever I tried to, I feel like crouching down. It feels as though my stomach was turning. I still went out with my parents for lunch in the afternoon . I have to walk like an old lady ( to crouch down) however, I tried to walk normally to prevent my parents knowing about it. Fortunately, in the night, my condition got better. I am able to walk normally. Now, I am perfectly fine, can eat, can jump. haha. I'm so glad that I've got better. I don't know what happen to me at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more exams left. I hope that I will be able to do well. yeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-864784915391898255?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/864784915391898255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=864784915391898255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/864784915391898255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/864784915391898255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-better.html' title='I&apos;m better!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8541632475183082002</id><published>2011-08-16T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:08:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Week!</title><content type='html'>I don't have to attend school this week because I'm having a study week. I have started studying and I am very worried for my Principle of Accounts. I hope that there is no Principles of accounts next semester. I'm struggling with it already. I've practised the past years papers but because there are no answers given to it, therefore I do not know if my answers are correct. I felt that I did not do much studying at home. I'm taking things way too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last episode of 同伊 and I don't understand what the show is about, it's kind of confusing, to me. Anyway, as I was saying I had to prepare for my studies so now that 同伊 is no longer showing on television, I can now focus on my studies (hope so). I hope that I will be able to do well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8541632475183082002?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8541632475183082002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8541632475183082002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8541632475183082002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8541632475183082002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/study-week.html' title='Study Week!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1094090548863477530</id><published>2011-08-06T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:24:44.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm SOOOOO NOT looking forward to this Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having a Presentation on Monday and I've not even prepare myself yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1094090548863477530?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1094090548863477530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1094090548863477530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1094090548863477530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1094090548863477530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-sooooo-not-looking-forward-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3967362268494377546</id><published>2011-08-02T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:07:02.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my Day!</title><content type='html'>I bang into people two times. I was walking out from the MRT Station when I felt thirsty and wanted to but a drink so I kept looking to the left at the Guardian shop which was beside the Ticket Office. I didn't realise that there was a man was walking towards me at my right I think he was looking at some other direction too. Then we bang into each other. He apologise to me. Actually I should have apologise to him because I wasn't looking at where I was going. Next, when I reach the bus stop, I waited for the bus and then a school boy bang against my bag. He was walking backwards that's why he bang into me. He apologise. unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation!!! My group was the last to present!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that my group have to perform well to score well because each time a group presents their project, the lecturers would then raise the standard and expectation for the next group. Being arranged in the last group was disaster!!!! Now,knowing that my group was the last to present, everyone starts to amend on their web pages to the best they can. I hope that on the actual day, every ting go smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3967362268494377546?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3967362268494377546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3967362268494377546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3967362268494377546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3967362268494377546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-my-day.html' title='Not my Day!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6756542526772877576</id><published>2011-08-01T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:39:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've broke record !</title><content type='html'>I had only one lecture today because the other lectures and tutorials have already ended last week. That means that I have to go to school today for one lecture which start at 1pm and end at 2.40pm(teacher dismissed early). Well ... I've said that I broke record because I did not even talk to any of my friends today. I never even open my mouth to speak anything. I don't know why I did not open my mouth to talk to anybody ,it feels weird though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I am left with 7 days  to my final presentation and I have not even complete the project yet. I'm freaking out right now. I just hope that I can manage to complete on time and do a good presentation. I don't want to fail this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6756542526772877576?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6756542526772877576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6756542526772877576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6756542526772877576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6756542526772877576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-broke-record.html' title='I&apos;ve broke record !'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2662090974453821123</id><published>2011-07-31T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:54:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME OUTING!!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY!!! I went shopping with her today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 8.30 in the morning and had breakfast then I waited for the time to fly as I'm meeting up with her at 1pm .Then, my dad ordered me to go to the coffee shop to buy lunch for the whole family. I was not very hungry then so I ordered chee kuah for myself. When I got back, my youngest sister went to play the movie The Karate Kid. I watched for a while and started to get myself ready for the meet up. My dad need to head down to Hougang Mall to update his bank book so he accompanies me to Hougang Station. Then, there is the big moment! I finally get to meet her!! We went shopping at Hougang Mall, then went to Nex Shopping Mall to shop and went back to Hougang Mall to shop again. We talked a lot on our way. It was fun  She saw many bags, shorts and shoes that tempted her to buy but in the end she did not buy them. She resists her temptation until December because only then she would be able to buy for the Chinese New Year. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all good things come to an end. When it was time, we had to bid goodbye. Overall, I had fun! Just one thing to note she's got style. I actually wanted to post photos but I know that she would not allow me or else she would get angry. Haha. Anyway, Thanks for the present! And all the best for the presentation tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2662090974453821123?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2662090974453821123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2662090974453821123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2662090974453821123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2662090974453821123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome-outing.html' title='AWESOME OUTING!!!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1865875563084538568</id><published>2011-07-23T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:02:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all ends here...</title><content type='html'>I watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 at The Cathay Gallery with my sister today and I really , truly enjoyed it. It's intense, amazing and awesome but I am really sad that this is would be the end of Harry Potter. This is the final part of Harry Potter. I will miss Harry Potter. It will forever be one of the best movie. I like the part where Harry Potter pretends to be dead and when the time is right, he fights with Voldermort. It was thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's finish the way we started together"&lt;br /&gt;"The boy who lives comes to die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RK2WCPYMERg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1865875563084538568?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1865875563084538568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1865875563084538568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1865875563084538568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1865875563084538568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-all-ends-here.html' title='It all ends here...'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RK2WCPYMERg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3339521333085689206</id><published>2011-07-21T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:39:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't have did it that way!!</title><content type='html'>I just had HTML Practical test today and now I am very freaking angry with myself!!! I have done up the web page but in the end, when I ruin it, the whole documents changes and everything that I did corrupted!!! Darn it!!!!!!!!! 20%!!!! of my score went to the drain just like that!!!!!! What am I going to do ????!!!!! Damn freaking angry with myself!!!!! Stupid me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;已经知道我所做的是正确的，我还是去给它添加更多的东西. (&lt;strong&gt;画蛇添足&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna focus on written test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow getting back POA and Programming practical I think. I just hope to at least pass the POA test that's all. I don't ask for anything much. A pass would do. Same for Programming Practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3339521333085689206?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3339521333085689206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3339521333085689206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3339521333085689206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3339521333085689206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/shouldnt-have-did-it-that-way.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t have did it that way!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3431610474374390746</id><published>2011-07-18T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:49:18.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE CASE.</title><content type='html'>School's escalator went crazy today! When I was going home after the school dismissal, I thought that the escalator was not working because there was a long queue behind the escalator. When I stepped on the escalator, it was almost not moving, it feels as though that it was about to break down but after a while, the escalator started to gain speed suddenly and it went very fast. Luckily I did not miss my footing or else I would fell down in the crowd, which is very embarrassing. I had POA test today.... I've calculated and I think that I wold not be able to pass this time round. It was so difficult! I had programming practical last Friday and it was also very difficult. Both papers &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GONE CASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I am going to get punishments from dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3431610474374390746?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3431610474374390746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3431610474374390746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3431610474374390746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3431610474374390746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/gone-case.html' title='GONE CASE.'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1595768352071393997</id><published>2011-07-13T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:34:09.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Days of Shooting  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BjWz_DzjQ4E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited because Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 is coming out and I am going to watch it on Cinema no matter what. However, I feel sad because this would means that it is the end of Harry Potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were the Chosen one"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1595768352071393997?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1595768352071393997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1595768352071393997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1595768352071393997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1595768352071393997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-days-of-shooting-in-set-of-harry.html' title='The Last Days of Shooting  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BjWz_DzjQ4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1573283939179707680</id><published>2011-07-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:06:59.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2 Trailer Official (HD)</title><content type='html'>I've seen the trailer many times and I can't wait to watch it!! However, I am sad because this would be the end of Harry Potter Series. I am going to be very busy for the weeks ahead of me. I will be having a Programming Practical test this Friday. The following Monday I will be having POA ICA2, on the Wednesday Econs exams, Thursday will be HTML Practical test. The week after the next I will be having a HTML written test and Computing Mathematics Quiz 3. See how busy I am ?! How am I going to watch Happy Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in Cinema?! I've got to start revising now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I_kDb-pRCds?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1573283939179707680?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1573283939179707680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1573283939179707680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1573283939179707680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1573283939179707680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-part-2.html' title='Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2 Trailer Official (HD)'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I_kDb-pRCds/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3832596381510415170</id><published>2011-07-01T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:04:25.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW IT FEELS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HELP YOU JUST BECAUE I DON'T WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO END. BUT WHEN I HELP YOU , YOU TAKE IT FOR GRANTED. I HELP YOU, YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT BUT I FEAR FOR WHAT'S COMING. DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTNAD HOW THAT FEELS LIKE?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3832596381510415170?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3832596381510415170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3832596381510415170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3832596381510415170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3832596381510415170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-you-even-understand-how-it-feels.html' title='DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW IT FEELS?'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2008503308319121298</id><published>2011-06-29T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:57:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Consecutive Days!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! I've been taking single-decked buses for three consecutive days! I've normally took double-decked buses to school but now all single-decked buses. I hate it! I hate to squeeze with the other people. Anyway, my sister came back from Hong Kong today and my dad and I went to the airport to fetch her. I was very happy that she comes back because this means that everything would return to normal. Without my sister I think I would suffer quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see my post today was very short as I'm very tired now and I need some sleep. So... Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2008503308319121298?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2008503308319121298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2008503308319121298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2008503308319121298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2008503308319121298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/three-consecutive-days.html' title='Three Consecutive Days!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5952571839580612381</id><published>2011-06-25T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:31:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage</title><content type='html'>My sister is going to Hong Kong tomorrow for semester trip. She will be staying there for 4 days and will be returning on Wednesday. This will be her first time taking an airplane. I hope that she won't feels any discomfort during the flight. Given her health condition, I did warn her about what to eat, what not to eat etc. Most importantly, I told her to take care of her health. I hope she have a pleasant journey. My whole family is going to the airport with her tomorrow and we have to wake up early. Take Care 大姐! 一路顺风 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5952571839580612381?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5952571839580612381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5952571839580612381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5952571839580612381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5952571839580612381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5408353954560253180</id><published>2011-06-24T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:54:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm freaking out!</title><content type='html'>Assignments not completed yet! I went back to school on Thursday to discuss the project with my group member and it seems that we did not do a thing. All I was doing was to try to link from one of the web pages to another of the web pages. The project basically was to create a website using our knowledge that we have learnt from the HTML lectures. It sounds fun because you get to create a new website all on your own but it is difficult when what you said about the features that you want for the website is impossible to create it given the limited knowledge you have. And that's frustrating! We have already planned how our website will look like but it's impossible to make it the way we want it as we did not learn how to create it. Now, given an assignments on creating a new website to sell things that you want, it's DIFFICULT!!!! that's why I'm freaking out! I'm thinking of ways to improve the looks of my websites and hopefully I could get it done before the deadline(8 July) *pray*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5408353954560253180?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5408353954560253180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5408353954560253180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5408353954560253180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5408353954560253180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-freaking-out.html' title='I&apos;m freaking out!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2929640907948165041</id><published>2011-06-20T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:44:05.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness  X 2!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy these few days. I actually wanted to complete my assignments last week but I was too lazy. Every afternoon I switched on my computer I would do for a few hours and then I would lose concentration because I was too tired to continue doing. I told myself to continue doing in the night but I want to watch TV and after waching it I was then too lazy to do my assignments. I felt thatmy life have changed after I stepped into poly life. I felt that I treat my parents wrongly. I would lose my temper often. I know that this is wrong I am trying to change my attitude roasted them. Recently bad things are happening to me.  At first I felt down on the stair case last week and it was quite serious. I could not bend my knees because I had a huge blue black on my knee and the other one is on other leg. The bad news was I felt down the day before my camp. I signed up for it so i have to attend the one day camp I thought that I could wear long pants to cover up mu bruises that I have but it mention that I have to be in sports attire. In the end I have to " reveal " my bruises which were very big and obvious when you see from afar. The camp was fun as we had amazing race which was tiring as I have to run around the school to complete each task before we can proceed to the next station. Running was tiring because I have nor been running for ages and asking me to run from one end to another end was just too tired for me I have to stop to catch my breath. The next day, I suffer muscle ache all over my body I can hardly move. I really mean it every time I walk my muscle would hurt and I cannot laugh or cough too hardly because my side muscle would hurt. Felt down on the stair case and now this?! I thinking would rather not move and lay on the bed but I can't assignments and projects have to be completed before school reopen. This is  driving me crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2929640907948165041?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2929640907948165041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2929640907948165041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2929640907948165041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2929640907948165041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/madness-x-2.html' title='Madness  X 2!!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6551577113715929252</id><published>2011-06-12T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:42:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Day!! :)</title><content type='html'>Went cycling with my family members today! It was awesome but tiring. I thought that it was going to rain in the late afternoon but nope, it did not because I pray for it not to rain today. Haha. I even sing the "Rain Rain Go Away " song silently in the bus and it works! no rain! It's been a long time since I started riding bicycle again. It was fun! exhilarating! "sigh" I didn't know that riding a bicycle could be so fun for me. When I was riding , I forgot all my troubles and it seems that I was free from anything but when it was time to return the bicycle, all my troubles came back and now I have to deal with projects and assignments. 5 PROJECTS to be completed!!! during the holiday! this is MADNESS!!! I hope I can finish it on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6551577113715929252?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6551577113715929252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6551577113715929252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6551577113715929252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6551577113715929252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/awesome-day.html' title='Awesome Day!! :)'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5714753356613600487</id><published>2011-06-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:15:19.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda 2!!</title><content type='html'>Went to Vivo City to watch Kung Fu Panda 2 3D with my eldest sister today. The movie was great! I like baby po! so cute! After watching the movie, we went shopping together and I saw my ex-classmate, Norman. I was entering the train going back from Harbour Front to Hougang when he text me and asked me if I am in the train. At first I don't know who the person was because I did not record down his number. Then he reveal his identity. I was shocked to see him. He changed a lot. We did chat via texting each other. Later after reaching Hougang, my sister and I went to meet my parents and younger sister for dinner and also to buy some things from the super market then we head home. I am currently doing one of my homework. I really want to clear all my projects by this week,( which I think is impossible), so that I can have the next week for holiday. I think I would stop now.... I'm tired! goodnight everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5714753356613600487?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5714753356613600487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5714753356613600487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5714753356613600487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5714753356613600487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/kung-fu-panda-2.html' title='Kung Fu Panda 2!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2223245514864177674</id><published>2011-06-10T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:51:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!! Holiday!!</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! at last! my holiday are here. Although it is just two short weeks, I am going to make it worth it. Talking about holiday I really have to buck up on some of my subject. Here are some review of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C math quiz 1 ( 10%) : 50/50&lt;br /&gt;C math quiz 2 (20%): 22/30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITFS quiz 1 (10%) : 15/20&lt;br /&gt;ITFS quiz 2 (20%): unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programming quiz 1 (10%): 33.5/40&lt;br /&gt;Programming quiz 2 (10%) : 19/30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML written test (15%): 35/40&lt;br /&gt;HTML practical (20%): unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA ICA (15%): 18/30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIYP: unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i really need to buck up on most of the subjects especially programming, POA and ITFS. After getting back my papers,I found out that I've made some silly mistakes. From the result you can tell that I hate POA the most. I really hate it in the first place because I've really have got no clue what the lecturer was talking about. But after I did some read up and do more tutorial question I cleared my doubts and I am starting to like it. For Programming quiz 2, I did not did much reading therefore I got this lousy result. Anyway I pass all the subjects and I ought to be happy. Well, Yes I am happy with my result but I can't just be happy with passing just by a few marks. I need to improve myself to get higher marks. I believe that I have not done enough revising for my quiz and exams. Now that I am adapting to poly life, I have learnt quite a lot of things about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not judge a person by it's looks&lt;br /&gt;2)Don't expect things to happen the way you want it. Things happen in the least expected way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... if you know what I am talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2223245514864177674?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2223245514864177674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2223245514864177674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2223245514864177674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2223245514864177674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-holiday.html' title='Finally!!! Holiday!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8128306060266564740</id><published>2011-06-06T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:04:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M STRESSING OUT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRESSS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8128306060266564740?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8128306060266564740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8128306060266564740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8128306060266564740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8128306060266564740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-stressing-out.html' title='I&apos;M STRESSING OUT!!!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-339698812649350209</id><published>2011-06-04T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:49:22.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT MY NORMAL LIFE BACK!</title><content type='html'>I am afraid. Now that I have completed my POA ICA 1, Programming Quiz , Computing Mathematics and HTML practical test, I have a feeling that I am going to fail them very badly and I really mean it. POA ICA 1, my answers are completely different form the rest which makes me even more worried. After completing the CMS for the Programming Quiz, I realised that I have made a HUGE mistakes. For Computing Mathematics, I got stuck at the first question for quite some time and did not manage to find out the answer, the subsequent question was fine but again, my answer was different from thr others who did the same papers as me. WORRIED! HTML practical, I can't seems to link the website together which is a very serious problem. AHHHH!!! All this quizzes, test and ICA are making me insane. I don't have time to watch TV, no time to play. All my time are taken up by homework and projects. Even if I have the time to go out ,which I did every Saturday, I would pester my parents to go home quickly so that I can complete my projects and homework. My life has changed since I stepped in to Poly life. Now, this is bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-339698812649350209?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/339698812649350209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=339698812649350209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/339698812649350209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/339698812649350209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-my-normal-life-back.html' title='I WANT MY NORMAL LIFE BACK!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2391211150785034258</id><published>2011-05-27T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:55:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obessed!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I was on my way home from school, I played games on my handphone. It was around 6 plus when I was dismissed from school and I have to take MRT then a bus to reach home. I was in bus 74 when I started playing my games then a tall man beside me was constantly looking at me playing the games. I caught him 3 times. When my game was over, I look straight to see if I have reached my stop and then I saw him turn his head to the front quickly. Haha. I know that my English is very poor but do try to picture this in your mind it's really very funny. I caught him 3 times. Haha. I had a Programming Written Test today and it was difficult. I don't know how to write the whole program out the input and the output. All I hope is to just pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, today my friend was talking about SHINee new MV Replay in Japanese version. I went to view it and I fall in love with them, I think. Haha. But I will soon lost interest in them unless I keep track of them which I don't because I don't have the time. Maybe I should listen to more songs to distress myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More test coming up ahead:&lt;br /&gt;Monday Principal of Accounts&lt;br /&gt;Thursday HTML practical test &amp;amp; Computing Mathematics Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week IT for Financial Services Quiz and Programming Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go crazzy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2391211150785034258?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2391211150785034258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2391211150785034258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2391211150785034258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2391211150785034258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/obessed.html' title='Obessed!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3666037309760910926</id><published>2011-05-23T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:27:42.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Offically Seventeen!</title><content type='html'>Turn seventeen today! I'm getting older. Gosh! today quiz was very difficult, I don't even know how to draw out the output when they test us on codes.Now, I just hope to pass the quiz. I really hope to pass it as I studied the test two days ago. During break time, I didn't expect my class to sing a birthday song for me and they gave me presents. I was very touched! Thanks to my classmates who really make me smile. I can't stop smiling although it is very embarrassing. Haha. The best birthday ever! Even my secondary school friends wish me a Happy Birthday. Happy!!! But I can't relax because on Wednesday I have another test and Friday also. This week is a very busy week, full of quizzes and test. I hope that I can do well :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3666037309760910926?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3666037309760910926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3666037309760910926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3666037309760910926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3666037309760910926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-offically-seventeen.html' title='I&apos;m Offically Seventeen!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5913370624519039364</id><published>2011-05-19T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:54:09.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I am super happy now! I can't believe it I scored full marks for my Computing Mathematics Quiz! I thought that I would not pass the paper because my workings were messy. I'm just glad that I did well. However, unfortunately, I did badly for the IT for Financial Services quiz. I scored 15/20 which I heard that it was the lowest in class. I was too nervous at that time and my mind went blank when I received the quiz paper. I thought to myself that at least I pass. Anyway, I've got over it. I am going to try my best for the next coming quiz and ICA and exams. There have been a lot of things happening lately and I got very tense up and emotional. I was so emotionally that I have an urge to scold vulgarities. Every time I've lighten a load, another one comes in. It's never ending. I just hope to do well for all the quizzes, test, ICAs and exams. That's all I am expecting of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5913370624519039364?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5913370624519039364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5913370624519039364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5913370624519039364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5913370624519039364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8190621223804604077</id><published>2011-05-15T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:36:59.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>My sister have finally recovered after all the vomiting, coughing etc. She had removed her stiches and now there is three holds on her right hand in her upper arm. She said that the tube that was inserted in her arm was 35cm long! I was totally disgusted by it although I was not present when she was removing her stiches. And yes, after about one month of recuprating, my sister is finally going back to school tomorrow. She has a lot of catch-up to do especially her project. Not to mention, I am also having trouble with my projects and quizzes and practical. All these make me want to quit! But I am not going to give up so easily now, I am going to strive! I am going to aim and get what I want. I have started reading up on Principle of Accounts and I sort of understand it. Now, my worst fear! I don't know about the Programming! All I know that during practical was just to copy from the notes and type out what it's written there, but now they just throw us a question and want us to write a programme out and compile it. It was difficult, having Jiamin sitting beside me was great. She knows quite a bit of programming because she said that it was quite similar to computer studies which she had learnt before. However, the bad point is, i kept on asking her how to do without me thinking. This is very bad. What if it really comes to practical test? I am dead for sure! I want to practise at home but I can't find the programme to download. Troublesome. Gonna ask the lecture the next lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I am still waiting for the school connection to be working because I can't seems to send in my assignments which consist of 25% and it's a lot percentage! Now that it is not working I hope that it will work soon. If not PANIC!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8190621223804604077?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8190621223804604077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8190621223804604077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8190621223804604077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8190621223804604077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3928323192629222258</id><published>2011-05-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:32:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got over it</title><content type='html'>I am trying to like the way that my life is right now. Yes, I did try to be less stressful and I am glad that my group member are starting to coporate. I do not blame them for not corporating the last few weeks because as a leader,I did not tell specifically what are they suppose to do so the fault is mine. Blame it on the leader. Alright, talking about school well I am starting to hate Principals of Account. During the lecture I really have no idea what the lecturer is trying to teach. I did tried to go back and do some read up but it was useless. I only have an rough idea of what she is teaching but not very detailed. I hope that this would help me to at least pass this exam? Well, just yesterday, I had my first quiz and I regretted not revising the CMS because some of the question came from there. Although I did attempt the question on the CMS but that was a few weeks ago I can hardly remember anything. I hope that I can pass it. Today, I had my Computing Mathematics quiz 1 it was also very difficult I did revise for this quiz and even make notes about it but in the end my notes were grab by my classmates as they wanted to read through my notes. I end up with nothing but read my textbook which was very confusing. That's why I made notes to take down the key points. Again, I hope that I would be able to pass the quiz. Oh ya, I played Truth or Dare with my classmates today well I actually rejected playing it but in the end I was forced to play. My heart was beating very fast the whole time as the person who was called the third time will have to pick dare luckily I was only called twice. This game just make me laugh so much that my face turn red because the boys did some silly daring thing and mind you we are playing this game in the library so it was extremely hilarious. I had a good laugh in the end :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3928323192629222258?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3928323192629222258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3928323192629222258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3928323192629222258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3928323192629222258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-got-over-it.html' title='I&apos;ve got over it'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2130718704249917312</id><published>2011-05-12T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:40:59.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's Birthday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2130718704249917312?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2130718704249917312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2130718704249917312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2130718704249917312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2130718704249917312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/mummys-birthday.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Birthday :)'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5880994246341069894</id><published>2011-05-03T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:38:03.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>I didn't get my participation mark today and I was being called out at the end of the class. Embarrassing. I wanted to participated but I was too afraid to open my mouth. You must be wondering why afraid? The reason is I was sitting in the first row which was very close to the teacher. I know I am not suppose to give excuses because in poly you have to clear your doubts before moving on to the next chapter. Well I did for some. Didn't get my participation marks means that my GPA will be affected. I hope this would not happen again. I want to get my marks next time, I don't want it to waste it just like that. Irritating Until now, for all I know is that POLY LIFE SUCKS! HATE IT! AHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5880994246341069894?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5880994246341069894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5880994246341069894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5880994246341069894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5880994246341069894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed.'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4256236879204806007</id><published>2011-04-30T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T21:58:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back!</title><content type='html'>My sister is finally discharge from the hospital yesterday. I feel so happy for her. Although she is discharge , she still has to go down to the hospital daily for her OPAT. When she was admitted in the hospital, the doctors found out that one of her heart valve is weak, the opening and closing of it was then affected, and hence, the doctor inserted a tube in one of her vein that leads to the heart on her right hand. She's gone through a painful experience, she even has two stiches. She can't really move her right hand much as she is afraid of the pain and also afraid that the tube might come out and when that happens, she will have to rush to the hospital. I do really hope that she can get well real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School really sucks for me these days. I don't know why, but I feel very emotional. Sometimes I just let it out by crying. I felt that I am feeling even more pressurised. Project works, group not very cooperative expect for a few. I am afraid that they will not do their research, so I stayed up late at night to seacrh for the information. Do you even understand how tiring it is to stay up late every night, editing and searching for the work?! I hate this life! I don't fit in into the group! I felt as though I am alone. All alone by myself. Is this what my life is? it sucks! SUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4256236879204806007?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4256236879204806007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4256236879204806007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4256236879204806007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4256236879204806007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3377058048058112318</id><published>2011-04-22T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:56:13.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1bJ2Ak2NXM/TbJb4i9h4vI/AAAAAAAABGs/atCQ8ASzbW8/s1600/Photo0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598638313790628594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1bJ2Ak2NXM/TbJb4i9h4vI/AAAAAAAABGs/atCQ8ASzbW8/s320/Photo0175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my secondary school friends to have lunch and watch movie. We had Long John Silver for lunch and after our lunch, we went to the cinema to buy tickets for the movie that we are watching. At first I wanted to watch Rio which is a cartoon movie. However, my friends wanted to watch Scream 4 instead. They mention that it is not a horror movie but when the movie start, it's seems scary, it's bloody and violent. I was hiding behind my jacket the whole time. It feels as though I am wasting my money watching this movie. Overall, the movie was nice just that it was not suitable for me. I hate to watch horror movie. After the movie, I was shivering because I was scared and cold but after walking around I feels much better then we went shopping and after that I went to the hospital to visit my sister. My sister is getting better and I feel happy for her. I hope she gets even better and come home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3377058048058112318?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3377058048058112318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3377058048058112318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3377058048058112318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3377058048058112318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/scream.html' title='Scream!!!!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1bJ2Ak2NXM/TbJb4i9h4vI/AAAAAAAABGs/atCQ8ASzbW8/s72-c/Photo0175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6191051811311142461</id><published>2011-04-14T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:24:11.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;My sister seems to be getting better. She looks more energetic now. I am so happy. However, her left hand is covered with bruises because the doctors took four blood tests from her. There are many of them not just one. It looks very painful. On the right hand, it looks swollen because of the drip. Oh, my sister can finally have a proper dinner today, because she went for a CT scan to scan her stomach and hence, she was allowed to eat but the previous days, she was not allowed to eat but allowed to have a cup of Milo only. I'm glad that she is feeling much better than before. However, we still don't know what caused her to be so sick previously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6191051811311142461?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6191051811311142461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6191051811311142461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6191051811311142461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6191051811311142461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4937093774201834856</id><published>2011-04-13T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:14:03.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>My eldest sister is still hospitalized and we don't know what happen to her. The doctors can't detect anything yet. My sister is still under observation. She was in there for the past three days, getting poke by needles every time it's just hurts me to see that. Right hand on drip, left hand got poke at least three times for blood tests. THREE TIMES!!!! Her arm is covered with plaster. Her fever would not even go down. It's like a roller coaster ride,high and low. When will this stop? I hope that she gets well really soon. I'll pray hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4937093774201834856?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4937093774201834856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4937093774201834856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4937093774201834856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4937093774201834856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6793144655077528926</id><published>2011-04-12T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:39:01.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitalized</title><content type='html'>My eldest sister was admitted to the hospital yesterday night as she kept vomiting and complained of stomach pain. I am seriously worried for her. I went to see her today and she is still very weak and also in pain as she was on drip.I  hope that she can really get well soon. I don't wish to see her in pain. Get Well Soon Sister. Jia You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6793144655077528926?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6793144655077528926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6793144655077528926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6793144655077528926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6793144655077528926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/hospitalized.html' title='Hospitalized'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1877618578973435790</id><published>2011-04-11T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:19:09.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon!</title><content type='html'>My eldest sister has not recovered from her sickness yet. She has already visited 3 doctors. She is having cough and fever but the fever would not subside. In the midnight, she just keeps vomiting. My mum sent her to the hospital today at 6am lucky she was not hospitalized but now her symptom start coming back now. She starts to feel dizzy, cold and even vomit. I really hope she get well soon. Seeing her in this state just makes me worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1877618578973435790?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1877618578973435790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1877618578973435790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1877618578973435790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1877618578973435790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5073914077852888804</id><published>2011-04-08T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:31:27.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day 3</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of the orientation and I am soo happy. Haha. I did make a lot of friends and even talk to them and also have their phone numbers. Most of the time today was just playing games and rehearsing for the finale performance today. Lucky I was not chosen if not I would have to shout the class cheer at the stage which is quite embarrassing. Oh ya the lunch today was fantastic, we had Mcdonals and after that we had Ben and Jerry ice cream which was quite delicious. The school also give us goodie bag and T-shirt. Overall the past few days was quite okay. When I got back and had my dinner, I played pretend cooking with my younger sister which I quite enjoyed it. Childish me. Haha. School gonna start soon I hope that everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5073914077852888804?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5073914077852888804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5073914077852888804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5073914077852888804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5073914077852888804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/orientation-day-3.html' title='Orientation Day 3'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2919952913981701428</id><published>2011-04-07T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:45:48.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day 2</title><content type='html'>I am seriously very tired, I can barely open my eyes. During today orientation, most of the time were just touring around the school. In the morning, there were talks from our own mentor and lectures. After hearing the talks, I got very frightened about it. I am afraid that I might not do well for the course. On top of that there are a lot of things I need to know and there are also a lot of singing in of the mails to check the time table and assignments etc. I was frightened by all these. Even though the lecturer was kind and friendly, I still feels that it will be hard for the next three years in my polytechnic life. After the talks was just games after games. Since tomorrow is my last day of orientation, the OGL said that there would be a finale where each groups would have to come up with a cheer and one of them would have to be dressed up as a cartoon character on that day. I actually look forward to tomorrow. The dress code for tomorrow is T-shirt and long pants and I was so happy because I loved to wear long pants and I have plenty of them. I have not decide on what shirt to wear yet but as for the pants, it would be black in colour. I hope that my poly life will turn out well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2919952913981701428?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2919952913981701428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2919952913981701428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2919952913981701428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2919952913981701428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/orientation-day-2.html' title='Orientation Day 2'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5752012276590344401</id><published>2011-04-06T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:19:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day 1</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my orientation and I am very exhausted. Most of the time was sitting down in the floor. The lecturer said that we are supposed to be sitting in the auditorium but because it is under renovation so we are all sat in the sports hall. Just imagine sitting in the sport hall for hours listening to talks after talks. It is very tiring. Not to mention, the food was horrible, I don't know what flavour was the rice it was yellow in colour and has a very weird taste. However, I am glad that I am in the same course and class as Jia Min. At least I have someone to talk to you see. Talking about this, my class was the one that did not make much noise. We were one of the quite groups. The team leader tried to engage us but it did not work. Then we started to play a game where you have to state your name then you have to repeat what the person name is and then follow by lyour name. This gets very tricky because the last person would have to recite all the person name and I as in the middle , hence, I could not remember some of the name because some said it too softly expecting the person form the other side to hear what you are saying. I don't totally blame the person because this is the first time we meet up as a class and we are all somehow shy. The game that I enjoyed most was the cat and mouse game. Overall, I find it quite boring. Talking about this, well... Friends are very important because of the projects works. I am glad to say that I have made two friends today and even got their numbers. Haha. Tomorrow will going to be another tiring day but I hope that it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know what to wear tomorrow, maybe black t-shirt and pants(reaching the knee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5752012276590344401?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5752012276590344401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5752012276590344401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5752012276590344401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5752012276590344401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/orientation-day-1.html' title='Orientation Day 1'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3296543322708984180</id><published>2011-04-05T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:22:44.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies in my Stomach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:left;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; " &gt;Well... as the title suggests I am really very nervous and scared now for my orientation tomorrow. I am afraid that I won't be able to make new friends. I hate it when I have to adapt to the new environment again. I just don't like it. I know nuts about the course. What if they ask me why I chose this course, how am I going to answer for it? I am very extremely afraid now. I've been telling myself to stay calm, be normal but it only works for a while after which I become nervous again. It's like never ending. Oh gosh! I just hope that it will turn out well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:left;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:left;text-indent:0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P.S I will be wearing pink t-shirt and long pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3296543322708984180?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3296543322708984180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3296543322708984180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3296543322708984180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3296543322708984180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='Butterflies in my Stomach'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8048649683767782912</id><published>2011-04-04T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:19:16.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun! Fun! Fun!</title><content type='html'>I went out with LiQin today to shop for shorts and shirts. I was very excited because it's been a long time since we meet up and go out together. We agreed to meet at 11.45 but because my sister have not recovered from her cough yet so my mum needs to bring her to visit another doctor hence, I have to leave the house early to meet up with LiQin. We head down to Kovan first and then to Serangoon, NEX. At Kovan, we went to This fashion. I like going to This Fashion because it just makes me happy to see so many clothes we spent about 30 minutes there searching for pants. I don't know why but the longer I stayed in there it makes me happy. Maybe I am insane! Haha. After all the shopping we head down to NEX to have out lunch and continue to shop more. While we were shopping, we saw Li Kai, I was very amazed. The last time I saw her was when we were colleting our results. We chat for a while then bid goodbye with her. We went in to many of the shops, almost all of the shop to see and also play and have fun. I did mention that I wanted to take photos of her but she rejected. Anyway, she had become more beautiful and she had also slim down quite a lot oh ya not to mention, she has her own style and fashion. I felt that everything suit with her naturally. We went to Cotton On and I asked her to try on the shades and it really suits her beautifully. I'm telling you the truth. After all the fun, we head down to the Serangoon interchange to make the concession card for our respective Polys and went home straight after that because we were way too tired. Although I am in different Poly with her, I hope that we will meet again someday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8048649683767782912?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8048649683767782912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8048649683767782912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8048649683767782912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8048649683767782912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun! Fun! Fun!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8841379978804188699</id><published>2011-04-01T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:38:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting up with her</title><content type='html'>I watched Harry Potter movie again. This is my fourth time watching it. I went to school with one of my friend to collect the testimonial and also the 'O' level certificate. I have not went back to my secondary school since I collected my 'O' level results. We still talk a lot though. I thought that it would be embarrassed for me to meet up with her but it turned out fine. The school has changed a little. Well... I would say it became more organize and quite clean. I really have nothing more to blog about for now. It's just that the main thing for today is meeting up with my friend and getting the testimonial with one of my friend the best friend I ever had even though I disturbed her quite often. Talking about this, it brings me back to my secondary school days which is very complicated. Orientation are coming and I have got to make new friends if not I will suffer in the future. I just hope that I will be able to do well. By the way, it's April fool day today and I got tricked by my younger sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8841379978804188699?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8841379978804188699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8841379978804188699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8841379978804188699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8841379978804188699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/meeting-up-with-her.html' title='Meeting up with her'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-2846359675071354399</id><published>2011-03-31T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:54:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another mundane day</title><content type='html'>It's just another ordinary day today. I watched the legend of the guardians the owls of ga'hoole in the morning because I've got nothing better to do. In the afternoon, I went to fetch my sister with my mum and my eldest sister, the provision shop near my house is closing down tomorrow hence, today is the closing down sale. The things are very cheap too. Anyway, I realized that I really hate holidays in some ways. First, I eat too much and you will definitely know the consequences of it. Second, I get very bored at home nothing to do. Third, I tend to forget things easily. It is because I am getting old? .16 years of my life studying had past. Now, I felt that everything is full speed ahead. I have to get ready for orientation ,school, more stress, project works and many more but I have not prepare myself for it yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2846359675071354399?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2846359675071354399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2846359675071354399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2846359675071354399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2846359675071354399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-just-another-ordinary-day-today.html' title='It&apos;s another mundane day'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3884431511390842851</id><published>2011-03-30T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:17:48.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day</title><content type='html'>I watched Avatar in the morning because I was bored and don't know what to do and this is the second time I watched the movie and I enjoyed it every time I watched it. Now, I am really rotting at home. everyday I do the same things over and over again. it as if I am a machine. I have and thought of any title for this post yet. Oh ya... nanyang polytechnic called me yesterday reminding me that I have to attend my orientation on the 6-8April which is three days . I think it is unfair because the other courses only have their orientation for one or two days... Nothing much really happened today... My life is boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3884431511390842851?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3884431511390842851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3884431511390842851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3884431511390842851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3884431511390842851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/boring-day.html' title='Boring day'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5820292612836591012</id><published>2011-03-29T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:04:43.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernize</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Woke up at 6.30, brought sister to school then went to The Great Eastern Centre as my sister need to claim her prize which is, an iPad, 16GB. Now, iPad 2 is coming up and there are many more on the way. One day there would be a hologram invention or tele-transporter so that we can travel to different parts of the country or maybe someone would invent a pair of wings and we could fly instead of walk. Technology… anyway what made me worried sick today was my younger sister because she was supposed to come out of the school to meet us for her lunch before she get back in for her remedial but my mum didn't see her anywhere and therefore called me and asked me whether did she called home. When it was time to pick her up I questioned her for the reason and she said that because mummy told her to have her lunch in school that is why she never turn up at the back gate. I was like … There's not much happening expect that my sister got an iPad for FREE! Happy? Upset? Well, I think mixed of emotions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5820292612836591012?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5820292612836591012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5820292612836591012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5820292612836591012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5820292612836591012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/modernize.html' title='Modernize'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6067133353648128784</id><published>2011-03-28T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:08:18.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acupuncture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mum, sister and I went to Yishun early in the morning today for acupuncture. I am not the one getting it but my sister and my mum. My sister had fallen down and she twisted her ankle. My mum told us that acupuncture was not painful; it was like an ant bite. However, when my sister was having her acupuncture, she was in tears I asked her how many needles was she poked she said only one. But because the physician poke the needle further in which is why it make her in pain. Oh... I also did mention that she had cough, fever and flu because she was coughing in the clinic so badly, that someone offers her a new mask which my sister rejects it. I guessed she don’t want to wear a mask. I do hope she get well soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6067133353648128784?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6067133353648128784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=6067133353648128784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6067133353648128784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/6067133353648128784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/acupuncture.html' title='Acupuncture'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8962311375556359471</id><published>2011-03-26T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:30:39.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;My sister is back from her trip to Malaysia and now she is sick. She's having a cough, flu and is running a high fever and because of this, she fell down on her way back yesterday which was pretty bad. We brought her to see a doctor in the morning and I hope she get well soon. A few months ago, my sister kept asking me to vote for her in her pledge because she wanted to get an iPad and now she got it! Do I feel happy for her? Jealous? well... I'm not very sure I think it could be the latter one... iPad... Does it feel good to own an iPad? I just hope that she could lend me to play with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8962311375556359471?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8962311375556359471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8962311375556359471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8962311375556359471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8962311375556359471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/sick.html' title='Sick...'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5688115806594241498</id><published>2011-03-25T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:11:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Changed it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Yes!!! Finally, I've changed my blog skin :) I am soooo happy with the result. I spent the whole morning to change it. At first I was very disappointed because when I complete all the editing, the preview was very bad, the post was overlapping the profile etc. That's where I get very mad and try to search for other skins. After searching for so long, I can't find another one which I like because I have quite high expectation for the blog skins. I'm a very choosy person you see... But I did not give up the previous blog skins I tried very way to save it. Finally I decided to try it on my other blogs, save the template and see the result. To my surprise, it was totally in order. I was very shocked at that time because the preview turned out bad but when I saved it and view the blog, it turned out well, it was in order. I am vey satisfied with the work, I spent lots of time doing it. I was in seventh heaven when I saw the result of the work. By the way my sister will be back today I can't wait for her to get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5688115806594241498?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5688115806594241498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5688115806594241498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5688115806594241498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5688115806594241498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-changed-it.html' title='I&apos;ve Changed it!'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3447177833130415294</id><published>2011-03-23T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:55:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have something to announce... I BROKE MY NAIL! By the way who cares right? I was hand washing the clothes and I mean lots of clothes when my nail broke. I kept my nails long for months and now one of them broke, it's just look weird one of it is short while the rest are long. Argh! Never mind my nail would grow back. My mum and I went to the temple as it was "guan yin dan" which is the "guan yin" birthday. The temple was very huge. After that we went to AMK hub. I realize that I have been pronouncing some word the wrong way. For example MRT, when you said it fast it sounds like "M ma T" I didn't pronounce the R sound. I asked my mum to repeat the word MRT many times and its M ma T. It's very weird ... I just can't get the R right but because I kept telling my mum to repeat the word MRT, the next thing I asked where we are heading to she replied M ma T which is not the place we want to go. We are supposed to go to FairPrice Xtra and because of this, I burst out laughing. I know it's kind of complicated here but just imagine the situation and I think you will get what I am trying to say. After all the shopping we head home. It was very tiring but I did have fun... laughing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3447177833130415294?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3447177833130415294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3447177833130415294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3447177833130415294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3447177833130415294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-something-to-announce.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3635553791848453826</id><published>2011-03-22T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:32:36.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOTALLY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;PISS-OFF!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3635553791848453826?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3635553791848453826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3635553791848453826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3635553791848453826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3635553791848453826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-totally-piss-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8108238022262015180</id><published>2011-03-21T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:21:53.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5 plus in the morning today because my eldest sister is travelling to Malaysia and I need to say goodbye to her. She would be coming back on Friday.Five days is consider very long and everytime she comes back,she would either suffer from injuries or fall sick. Today I argue with my youngest sister and now we are having a cold war I don't talk to her and she won't talk to me. I know that I should not argue with her because after all she is my sister and sisters should not fight and end up with a cold war.  I hope my tommorow would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8108238022262015180?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8108238022262015180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8108238022262015180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8108238022262015180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8108238022262015180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-7732369225809998920</id><published>2011-03-14T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:34:05.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rencently,I have been doing nothing at home and this is kind of boring.Just a few days ago,my family went to the IT show and it was very crowded.Most of the time I have to squeeze my way through. When I got there, my eye kept twitching as if something might happen anytime. To my surprised, I saw LiQin. I was shocked and happy I thought that we will never be able to see each other. Haha. I have to go now to help my mum .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-7732369225809998920?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7732369225809998920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=7732369225809998920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7732369225809998920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7732369225809998920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/rencentlyi-have-been-doing-nothing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-7406174403120779226</id><published>2011-01-07T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:49:05.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am working in the NTUC as a cashier now and I am very happy as I finally found a job! I was not doing cashier at first but some kind of packer and  moving boxes of goods from places to places which is very tiring as I have to consistently bend down and get up which is why my back hurts today. I wanted to change to cashier and I managed to do it! It was really fun because I once picture myself doing that and I never thought that it would turn into reality! However, I need to handle the money carefully. That's important! I work as a cashier today and I find it fun and tiring. 'O' Levels result coming out soon and I am really getting very nervous about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-7406174403120779226?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7406174403120779226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=7406174403120779226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7406174403120779226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7406174403120779226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-working-in-ntuc-as-cashier-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3724795431773522294</id><published>2011-01-05T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:22:08.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; " &gt;Yesterday was the first day of school and my sister wasn't really excited about it because most of her friends were not in the same class as her. After bringing her to school, my mum, eldest sister and I went for a walk in the park. My sister and I packed our bedroom yesterday. The reason? Because there are a whole lots of books and papers on the floor and it was very messy. My parents kept complaining about it long ago and we managed to pack some of the places only because we were chattering away. It was tiring tough. Today we went for a walk in the nearby park. After being with my sister for hours, I just found out that she has a sense of humor. The way she act, she talk it will always make me smile and laugh no matter what. I just don't know why. It just happens. And ya, I found a job at the NTUC where I am supposed to move the goods... Well I am not so sure whether I can manage but I do hope to do it well. The 'O' Level results are coming out in less than a week and I am already having nightmare about my results. I just hope and pray that it would turn out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9tJW9MDs2M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9tJW9MDs2M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3724795431773522294?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3724795431773522294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3724795431773522294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3724795431773522294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3724795431773522294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/yesterday-was-first-day-of-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4827271109694587331</id><published>2010-12-21T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:25:09.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes!!! Finally!!! I will be *flying tomorrow morning and returning on Boxing day! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well... it's not flying ... It's just that flying sounds nicer than travelling =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4827271109694587331?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4827271109694587331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4827271109694587331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4827271109694587331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4827271109694587331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-finally-i-will-be-flying-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4054303626227783845</id><published>2010-12-13T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:02:50.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate to say this but I have to do it. My fingernail broke! I know it's kind of "no big deal" stuff, but I grew my nails until it's quite long and now, having t snip it short, I just can't bear to do it... Anyway I just snip it off... Today was really boring... I really had nothing to do... I wanted to have someone to go out with but I am afraid of calling them because the majority of them are working. I washed the clothing today and it's really tiring! Imagine bending down and getting up constantly, squeezing out all the excess water... I fall asleep in the afternoon! It's just too tiring! All the Mums out there, they are really noble. Oh ... recently, my phone blank out quite often and now it can't be used also the 2 year contract is almost up. I have to change to a new phone but I am in a dilemma on which one to choose... The Samsung Monte S5620 or The LG Optimus GT540?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4054303626227783845?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4054303626227783845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4054303626227783845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4054303626227783845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4054303626227783845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-to-say-this-but-i-have-to-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8909627311052580045</id><published>2010-12-09T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:45:04.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored yesterday and so I drew a picture that I found in the book. It doesn’t actually look like the original but I did try my best in it... *sigh* Seeing the cut off points going so low, I don't think I stand a chance anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jifq2IkH9iM/TQCH47r1cKI/AAAAAAAABGc/_VPW9UJ05UI/s1600/P1020640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jifq2IkH9iM/TQCH47r1cKI/AAAAAAAABGc/_VPW9UJ05UI/s320/P1020640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548584153084424354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jifq2IkH9iM/TQCH4k3TrrI/AAAAAAAABGU/HWYNRDMLQeI/s1600/P1020641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jifq2IkH9iM/TQCH4k3TrrI/AAAAAAAABGU/HWYNRDMLQeI/s320/P1020641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548584146958528178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jifq2IkH9iM/TQCH4AkHRvI/AAAAAAAABGM/DkTYf0RcKz0/s1600/P1020638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jifq2IkH9iM/TQCH4AkHRvI/AAAAAAAABGM/DkTYf0RcKz0/s320/P1020638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548584137214346994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8909627311052580045?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8909627311052580045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8909627311052580045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8909627311052580045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8909627311052580045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-bored-yesterday-and-so-i-drew.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jifq2IkH9iM/TQCH47r1cKI/AAAAAAAABGc/_VPW9UJ05UI/s72-c/P1020640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1303106568158572890</id><published>2010-12-02T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:16:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's December now! Time past really fast. I have not found any jobs... I really hope that I could get a job but, it was difficult to find one. I just hope that I could work at home and earn money. Lazy me! It's almost coming to the end of 2010. .How I wish I could get good results for 2011. Recently I watched Hello Baby on Youtube and I enjoyed watching it. The baby was so adorable! I cried a little at the last episode... It's sad to see them leave him... I thought that this would just go on. It's fun seeing them being together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last part of the last episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYAZn2HP-Po?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/WYAZn2HP-Po?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1303106568158572890?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1303106568158572890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1303106568158572890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1303106568158572890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1303106568158572890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-december-now-time-past-really-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-914318737142628119</id><published>2010-11-24T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:22:12.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally exhausted! I washed the clothes, plates, mop the floor etc. My mum sprained her ankle and I had to take care of her. I am not complaining about the heavy work load. I am more concern about my mum. The doctor said that it would take a long time to heal. I was attending Red Camp 7 when this incident happened to my mum two days back. She was supposed to fetch my youngest sister when she slipped down the stair. When I got back home, her leg was swollen. It was very bad. She can't rotate her ankle. I could tell that she was in agony. She went to see a doctor and the doctor prescribe her some medicine. She told me that when she drank the medicine, she felt dizzy and hence, I asked her to stopped consuming it, I brought her to see another doctor that my dad recommends. My mum's leg was bandaged. I do hope that she can get well soon. Get well soon mum! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-914318737142628119?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/914318737142628119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=914318737142628119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/914318737142628119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/914318737142628119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-totally-exhausted-i-washed-clothes.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-3193895411680403960</id><published>2010-11-23T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:36:09.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this song... It has good rhythm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dww9UjJ4Dt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/Dww9UjJ4Dt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-3193895411680403960?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3193895411680403960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=3193895411680403960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3193895411680403960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/3193895411680403960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-8134417516736734074</id><published>2010-11-22T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:32:56.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The videos will do th talking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4OSW3nzE3jk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/4OSW3nzE3jk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfU77ethz5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/DfU77ethz5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhvoWhB2nQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/YhvoWhB2nQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-8134417516736734074?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8134417516736734074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=8134417516736734074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8134417516736734074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/8134417516736734074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/videos-will-do-th-talking-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-4884376348155267364</id><published>2010-11-21T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:31:01.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so going to watch Harry Potter and deathly hallows part 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzfEH0UPEBo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/YzfEH0UPEBo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-4884376348155267364?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4884376348155267364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=4884376348155267364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4884376348155267364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/4884376348155267364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-so-going-to-watch-harry-potter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-6229904927986847849</id><published>2010-11-20T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:28:55.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored and I found this video entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/skZxb5sBoiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;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/skZxb5sBoiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-6229904927986847849?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6229904927986847849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia','serif';color:black;"&gt;We had a class chalet at Aloha Loyang Pasir Ris. I thought that it would be a disaster because it was raining in the afternoon. I have actually planned out what I want to do when I got there. I met up with some of my friends first before going to the place together. When we got there, we put our bags down and walk from area 1 to area 3 because I wanted to have some fun at the playground. I played like a mad woman! I ran, climbed, jumped etc. It was totally insane! Two of my friends came along with me but they were afraid to try at first however after I showed them that how it was played, they tried and felt that it was actually very fun and exciting. We spent about two hours at the playground. Then we got thirsty, I saw a machine and wanted to buy a drink it said that it accept a $2 not however, when I insert my $2 note into the machine, the machine reject it. It was very annoying because I was so thirsty that I could drink anything but I did not as you know... The water was obviously dirty... After many unsuccessful attempts, I decided to give up and walked back to the chalet which was quite a long distance. I was dog-tired by the time.... exhausted.... I drank cups and cups of fizzy drinks. It not only quenches my thirst, it also made me full. At about 7 plus, we head to the beach to play (again) we wrote things on the sand and played “I draw you guess" game on the sand. After about 30 minutes, we went back to the chalet. I was totally exhausted.... I rest and waited for the time to pass by then took our bags. However, we were stopped by one of our friends as we had to exchange our gifts. I took a number 9 and got a pretty cute pencil holder. I was quite satisfied with it. We headed for the shuttle bus, took bus 89 and went home. It was really, truly indeed a fun, exciting, insane, tiring and memorable day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-2250738680759637097?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2250738680759637097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=2250738680759637097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2250738680759637097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/2250738680759637097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-had-class-chalet-at-aloha-loyang.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-154607644688616420</id><published>2010-11-17T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:20:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is alive again. The past few months,I lock my blog because there are some reasons for it. Firstly, I was too emotionally of what was happening to me. Secondly, I think I sort of went mad or something. Thirdly, I need some time to get over these things that are happening to me. And this thing that I am currently talking about is happening in school. I did manage to get over it a few months back but today, however, when I read a post from somewhere, the hated started to come in. I just don't know why... It just... comes to me.. and I feel so angry about it... very angry about it... I really hope that I could get over it as soon as possible... I hate it to feel this way... The person always criticizes me, not in my face but using another thing to refer it to me. How do I know it? That's because whatever the person said, it matches my character and attitude. Until here, I'm sure you have already guessed what it is. I just hate it. Tomorrow is the chalet and after reading the post, I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-154607644688616420?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/154607644688616420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=154607644688616420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/154607644688616420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/154607644688616420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-blog-is-alive-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-1716174285777206719</id><published>2010-10-13T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:57:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought that today was my day because I managed to complete quite a bit of Additional mathematics. I have to see my tuition teacher today because he wanted to go through the essays that I have written. He was very harsh today.&lt;br /&gt;S: Your essays are a laughing matter there must be logic in it. There are too many loopholes in the essay. He returned me my diaries entry. You will not be the girl in that diary. You are the one that have written so many essays others don't do that, they do not bother. No point crying before the exams. Miracles happen you must believe in yourself. My nephew was in the same school as you and he is very worried about his 'O' level. I had a student once; she followed me until N level after that she is not in Mavis anymore. She called me up for private .She is from Normal Technical and went on to Normal Academic. She then went to ITE. She studies law in the ITE. She then went on to Poly to study law. She even joked about studying law in the university. She mentioned that if she becomes a secretary, she would be very happy. She came from a very bad family background. Let not talk about that. How are your results? when you believe, things are possible. He stood up. Okay come let’s go, it's late now, before you go, wipe away your tears. I don't want people to ask what happened to you. He stood up, are you okay? I nodded my head. I open the door and he said take care Peck Yong.&lt;br /&gt;“Do take care... Dun feel down about situation... As long as u believe in yourself anything is possible... Have faith..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-1716174285777206719?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1716174285777206719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=1716174285777206719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1716174285777206719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/1716174285777206719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-thought-that-today-was-my-day-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-5939487801233276408</id><published>2010-09-29T18:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:27:19.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE IT! WHY MUST YOU &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;USE ANOTHER THING TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REFER TO ME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WHAT REASONS? I KNOW THAT I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAVE NOT DONE WELL I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KNOW THAT I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PUTTING IN ENOUGH EFFORT I KNOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THAT WHATEVER I DO YOU ALL WILL JUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NOT BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SATISFIED! A SAYS I HAVE A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;STUDENT IN MY CLASS WHO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SCORE 6, 1 , 3 , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7 , 9 . WHAT IS THIS? DO YOU KNOW THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE PERSON YOU ARE REFERRING TO IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ME? DO YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;REALLY KNOW OR UNDERSTAND HOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EMOTIONALLY I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CAN BE? DO YOU KNOW HOW HURTING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THIS COMMENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CAN BE? YOU DON'T ALL YOU KNOW IS TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EMBARRASSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE PERSON IN FRONT OF THE CLASS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WANT, DON'T LIKE ME? TELL ME IN THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FACE. HATE MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;RESULT, TELL ME. DOING MY ADDITIONAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MATH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HOMEWORK "SHE SO SLOW" WHAT DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOU EXPECT!!! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KNOW YOU ARE SMART , CLEVER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;INTELLIGENT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EVERYBODY LOOK UP ON YOU. ME?! DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOU PUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOURSELF IN MY SHOE, EXPERIENCING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GOING THROUGH NOW. STOP IT!!! I HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOU !! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HATE ALL OF YOU !!! I HATE THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CONDITION I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IN. I JUST HATE IT!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-5939487801233276408?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5939487801233276408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=5939487801233276408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5939487801233276408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/5939487801233276408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-it-why-must-you-backfire-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-7425378654262217095</id><published>2010-09-06T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:51:55.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In life, there is always up and down. There are difficulties that must be overcome. When we face difficulties, do we give up? Times where I tell muself that I can't make it, times where everything seem a failure to you, do you give up? I hope that in life, I would be able to overcome these difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDgVske63cY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/EDgVske63cY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-7425378654262217095?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7425378654262217095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=7425378654262217095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7425378654262217095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7425378654262217095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-life-there-is-always-up-and-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585475049675113161.post-7849045675056811254</id><published>2010-08-08T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:13:43.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天在补习中心补了四个小时，很累可是考试快来了只好努力地读书，考好成绩给父母看。在补习中心考试，一定考的不好因为我太累了。 I feel like writhing these in Chinese and there is no reason to it. Results are coming out soon . I hope I will score well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yo Ha ha&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585475049675113161-7849045675056811254?l=her-lifejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7849045675056811254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585475049675113161&amp;postID=7849045675056811254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7849045675056811254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585475049675113161/posts/default/7849045675056811254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-lifejournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-like-writhing-these-in-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Peck Yong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
