<?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-6096028</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:08:27.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday shit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>844</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5344303409225067948</id><published>2007-09-04T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:49.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I once said that I'll never abandon this blog.Five years down the road, and here I am bidding this blog goodbye.Things change, people change.Goodbye to you.I'm burying away this broken heart in a box.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5344303409225067948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5344303409225067948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5344303409225067948' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/Rt1StQeXHvI/AAAAAAAAATk/KbjkV2upzjI/s72-c/475197074_52a7436add.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3159789466867160426</id><published>2007-09-04T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:24:45.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3159789466867160426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3159789466867160426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3159789466867160426' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4830068470455021835</id><published>2007-09-04T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:24:33.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   MOVED. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4830068470455021835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4830068470455021835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4830068470455021835' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-9080444669959740127</id><published>2007-09-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:50.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Study date with Anne &amp; friends! (:(with a piano recital &amp; power naps in between)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/9080444669959740127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/9080444669959740127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#9080444669959740127' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RtomlQeXHsI/AAAAAAAAATM/2Ov9XlXetS0/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5958268563795473625</id><published>2007-09-01T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:54.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are my strength when I am weakYou are the treasure that I seekYou are my all in all. Teachers' Day Celebrations in CJTeachers' Day Celebrations in IJ &lt;3 Hockers Day Out (29th August '07) Breaktime with Maine &amp; Anne (:Ask me for the other photos! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5958268563795473625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5958268563795473625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5958268563795473625' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RthAbgeXHXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/U3LwKGboRd4/s72-c/buddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6142379087272258044</id><published>2007-08-30T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T06:53:08.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't seeI won't blog much about what's going on in my life anymore.The world will be a much happier place that way.I'll probably post photos instead.I'll probably have another blog.And the reason behind it all?Well, that's my secret.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6142379087272258044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6142379087272258044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6142379087272258044' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-9129926229703806241</id><published>2007-08-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:54.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yus was happy today.Yus isn't happy tonight.But thank you hockers for today! Love,The girl who blocked her own shot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/9129926229703806241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/9129926229703806241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#9129926229703806241' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RtWPWAeXHUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yVkoeMewEts/s72-c/IMG_4422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-104211856596344997</id><published>2007-08-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T03:38:38.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't life be wonderful if we could live it backwards?- Buddy's Daddy!That question has been ringing in my head all day long.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/104211856596344997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/104211856596344997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#104211856596344997' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5280021704063300563</id><published>2007-08-27T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:12:01.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I just be something somewhere in your room that you won't notice?I will not say one word,I'll just hang around,I won't annoy you at all.When you move out, I'll stayuntil I'm thrown awaybut then it won't matter.Because things can't be perfect.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5280021704063300563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5280021704063300563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5280021704063300563' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5494821603368312354</id><published>2007-08-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T04:39:38.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be going through withdrawal of youFor this one night we have spentImpromptu sleepovers make me happy!Nuggets + Heart-shaped waffles and omelettes (:ANNE CAN COOK, SHE REALLY CAN.I think last minute plans are the bestest.Haha so ask me out anytime Sammie!We'll have more shopping &amp; TEA LEAF dates.My hair's getting out of hand, I look like an emokid.I'll get my haircut right before promos!Haha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5494821603368312354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5494821603368312354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5494821603368312354' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4618138740908854177</id><published>2007-08-25T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T06:44:59.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pride can stand a thousand trials,the strong will never fall.But watching stars without you,my soul cried.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4618138740908854177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4618138740908854177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4618138740908854177' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8271246162048069414</id><published>2007-08-24T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:24:26.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zounds, I Bleed Still. Selamat hari kedua puluh empat!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8271246162048069414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8271246162048069414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8271246162048069414' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1637044240480991896</id><published>2007-08-23T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:46:13.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One More MomentIt's already past midnight, it's another day closer to Promosand I didn't manage to focus on studying todayIt was just another day in the monotonous life of YusTraining was surprisingly quite a drag for meI totally enjoyed dinner and the "study session" though!I'm not exactly in the best of moods right nowDon't be alarmed if I appear aloof in school tomorrowAnne, I'm behind you all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1637044240480991896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1637044240480991896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1637044240480991896' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3124265976444168821</id><published>2007-08-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:56.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even if you do forget me,I've got a secret to tell you. I love you. and that line made me hold back my tearsit reminds me of the notebook, the one you abhorit was a mistake on my part for giving it to youcos you're not the same person I met 20 months agoand yet, I still can't muster up the courage to hate you I can't let this affect my chances to be promoted. Secret was alright, not excellent but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3124265976444168821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3124265976444168821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3124265976444168821' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/Rsr4uxwAZeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hT1IJcSiK2A/s72-c/pic+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7730404763011635295</id><published>2007-08-20T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T05:27:03.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever wonder if we make the moments in our livesOr if the moments in our lives make us?                   If you could go back and change just one thing about your life, would you?And if you did, would that change make your life better?Or would that change ultimately break your heart?Or break the heart of another?Would you choose an entirely different path?Or would you change just one thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7730404763011635295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7730404763011635295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7730404763011635295' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4081234463259782875</id><published>2007-08-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T06:20:49.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And try, and try to understand meAnd try to understand what I say when I say I can't stayI, I'm moving on from this placeI'm leaving and I won't quit running away.I'm running away.I'm leaving this place.Yeah, I'm running away.I'm running away.Thank you for saying you'll wait for me.I really need the time to build a fort around my heart.Patience, my little one.There will always be a rainbow after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4081234463259782875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4081234463259782875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4081234463259782875' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3685436785731449770</id><published>2007-08-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:15:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not readyAnd I'm sorry for loving you.One More MomentDon't take too long to sayI love you to the ones you loveCause time has a habit of slipping awayAnd out on the clear blue skyWhen lightning strikes on a sunny dayJust take me in and keep me from the rainAnd the words that seem so hard to sayCome out when you've gone awayJust stay a little while and hear me sayThat I want you here tonightAnd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3685436785731449770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3685436785731449770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3685436785731449770' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3511975909319859853</id><published>2007-08-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:21:36.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting tired of sunsets,I prefer the sunriseMaybe it's cos I still wake up to the sound of your voiceNobody said it was easy,It's such a shame for us to part.Nobody said it was easy,No one ever said it would be this hard.Oh take me back to the start.I'll be a model student for the next few weeks.That way, I'll have higher chances of getting picked for OCIPIt'll be a good experience for me to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3511975909319859853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3511975909319859853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3511975909319859853' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4423851493551880854</id><published>2007-08-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:49:35.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fell asleep with a smile on my faceon this very night, a month ago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4423851493551880854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4423851493551880854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4423851493551880854' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-470329573488335055</id><published>2007-08-14T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:16:55.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did the right thing,but it's not supposed to hurt this much.Log into my account when you're freeI'll probably leave a saved draft for you soon.Thank you Emoboys for coming to my rescue in NovenaThank you Anne for the sweet smses (:Thank you Gwen for constantly reminding me that you love me!Thank you for everything.The stars will be holding me tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/470329573488335055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/470329573488335055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#470329573488335055' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1064779489670626499</id><published>2007-08-13T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:19:06.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be doing the right thing,for the second time.And it's called Sacrifice.I shall right this wrong tomorrow. If I could have one dance forever,I would take you by the hand.And that's the greatest story every told (:Cheer up kiddos!You've got a second chance.You won't need me, I'm already here for you &lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1064779489670626499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1064779489670626499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1064779489670626499' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6778627161787790170</id><published>2007-08-11T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:52:26.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SACRIFICE verb [T] to give up something that is valuable to you in order to help another personSacrifice is a part and parcel of lifeSometimes, to do the right thing, you've got to sacrifice somethingIt's a selfless act and it will hurt immensely - trust me,it willBut sometimes you gotta be selfish and think of your own happinessYou might think that you're noble for sacrificing yourselfBut what's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6778627161787790170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6778627161787790170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6778627161787790170' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6896542752940951872</id><published>2007-08-10T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:35:04.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The stars are holding you tonightA couple of things are currently revolving around my mindStargazing, picnics, beaches, sparklers and TONIGHTIt'll happen soon (:For you, a thousand times over.A simple yet meaningful line that made me hold back my tearsI am, in many ways, still your kite runner.Completing The Kite Runner fueled my desire to read more booksAnd I now have Nicholas Sparks &amp; Thomas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6896542752940951872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6896542752940951872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6896542752940951872' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6600429235126723721</id><published>2007-08-09T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:11:12.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakdown, ReboundAnd I can't deny your eyes You know I try to read between the lines, I saw a warning sign And then you threw me up against the wall Who said that it's better to have loved and lost? I wish that I had never loved at all Yesterday morning allowed me to slide into a reminiscing mood.It reminded me of how I used to wait at the traffic light at 6.40amevery morning and how you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6600429235126723721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6600429235126723721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6600429235126723721' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4644068018162922568</id><published>2007-08-07T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:12:35.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even heroes have the right to bleedI enjoyed myself today, I really did (:HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY BATMAN TEDDY!someone's a big big boy now, hefe hefe!I had a long talk with Mabel todayFifth floor benches are the best to catch upAfter all this while, I've finally come to my sensesI have to trust Mabel's advice cos it's for the bestShe's right, maybe I just need to hear it firstWe bitched a little too,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4644068018162922568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4644068018162922568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4644068018162922568' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6265547252248996254</id><published>2007-08-06T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:17:58.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Long &amp; Winding RoadSchool wasn't as bad as I imagined it to beI managed to make the best of the situationI felt like a boy, hanging out with the 2 of themI rushed down to Bishan Library right after schoolAnne's a retard, she made me walk all over the 3rd levelIt was hilarious trying to teach her the basics of the Malay languageNo wonder she has very few Malay friends, hee! (:Maine joined us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6265547252248996254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6265547252248996254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6265547252248996254' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8153989819156145006</id><published>2007-08-05T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:57:14.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Always Up Or Down, Never Down &amp; OutThe weekend is coming to an end, just like that!I had an enjoyable Saturday with the hockers (:Saturday evening/night was an entertaining experienceEggboy came over with strawberry &amp; mango wafflezomg, I didn't even know that I can buy those near my houseWe made sandwiches and attempted to fry eggsHis omelette was such a failure but my sandwiches were nicely done</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8153989819156145006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8153989819156145006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8153989819156145006' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8056206447864155428</id><published>2007-08-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:11:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Raise Your Fingers For One Last SaluteStarting line-up, left midfielder.I played two out of the three matches todayI have to admit that Wan Yin is a fantastic left backand I felt secure as the flank with her aroundHockey with the hockers is LOVE!The sun was ferociously beating down our necksbut we managed to play hard and have fun (:I shall bring along dried mango for the next trainingWe went for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8056206447864155428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8056206447864155428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8056206447864155428' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3878474381774162956</id><published>2007-08-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:11:11.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend Warriors &amp; Our Best FriendsMy life has become such a routine.1. Wake up, shower &amp; leave home2. Take the train and try not to doze off3. Get past the kiasu SJI boys and board the bus4. Sit at the morning bench followed by assembly5. Do nothing much in particular the whole day6. Eat a heavy meal during recess and skip lunch7. Walk around the classroom randomly after dismissal8. Listen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3878474381774162956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3878474381774162956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3878474381774162956' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7066963487249869511</id><published>2007-08-02T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:36:17.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I've fallen and I can't get upI need your loving hands to come &amp; pick me upSchool was the usual today.Anne was late and didn't turn up for remedialcos she was too busy making out with Annabel(haha that's what Dinesh told me!)I can't remember much of what happened todayoh GP lecture was simply hilarious (:EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY, REALLY EMPTY LAH!I don't know why but all I can remember about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7066963487249869511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7066963487249869511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7066963487249869511' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4712332518973994451</id><published>2007-08-01T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:25:17.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I won't hesitate no more,no moreIt cannot wait, I'm sureThere's no need to complicateOur time is short, this is our fateI'm yours.Stay tuned for more live performances in 1T04!Brace yourself during our breaks tomorrow (:I'm beginning to love hockey.I swear they're all bitches!I miss you but what's the point of believing in you?You say you're not ready to hear about itIf you feel the pinch now,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4712332518973994451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4712332518973994451'/><link 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mean everything I say and I expect the same kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3832765645203582922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3832765645203582922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3832765645203582922' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4027860575204039213</id><published>2007-07-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:33:29.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm restless for the silence in the airVictory comes in many different formsCongratulations on your pyrrhic victory, my friend.School was the usual with emokids trying to be strongGerald said this to me, "Enough, Move On."Having true faith is the most difficult thing in the world,Many will try to take it away from youThe end might be sooner than you imagined, keep believingWell, I won't hesitate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4027860575204039213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4027860575204039213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4027860575204039213' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6161698800188720717</id><published>2007-07-29T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:41:25.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A melody, a memory or just one picturehello my dearest need, i miss you too!and yes I love you plenty plenty &lt;3haha I've decided to open up my blog againthat way, some people will be able to stalk again(ARE YOU HAPPY NOW GERALD?)anyway, I'm not emo anymore (:thank you anne, you know i love you!thank you ahpai, you can win the award for emoboy of the yearthank you gerald, for that emo session in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6161698800188720717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6161698800188720717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6161698800188720717' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7487743970534619292</id><published>2007-07-29T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T06:40:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A melody, a memory or just one pictureIndonesian food makes me one happy little girlit made me miss my grandma terriblyI haven't seen her in months, I must visit her soonwe watched A Walk To Remember at Jason's placezomg it was such a sweet sweet movie!like the perfect one for me, stargazing and all (:and then we just had to play Music &amp; Lyricsit was our movie and our song.and again, I took the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7487743970534619292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7487743970534619292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7487743970534619292' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4060501897182218273</id><published>2007-07-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T06:05:55.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seize The DayI feel so disconnected from the worldmy lappy crashed and my ipod died of old age!but these few days have been fairly goodyou know why?I listened to advice, MY OWN ADVICE!I stopped hoping and I opened up my heartand I swear, that works tremendously wellcos life does bring you unexpected surpriseshee I feel quite lost now, haven't been online in a whileand I've been listening to Jason</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4060501897182218273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4060501897182218273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4060501897182218273' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3901966473242533629</id><published>2007-07-25T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:05:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My breath fogged up the glassAnd so I drew a new face and laughedI am tired,overworked and worn outas buddy says it, we've become fatigue's slavesI used to scorn jc dropouts, thinking that they're losersbut right now, I think I know why they did itpromos are in 50+ days.the workload is piling up, expectations are risingtraining will get tougher and more time consumingand everyone seems to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3901966473242533629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3901966473242533629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3901966473242533629' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1946873297976898905</id><published>2007-07-24T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:10:38.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my first twenty-fourth without you.that's the main reason why i didn't go to schooleveryone thinks it's cos the research assignment is due todayi could have easily completed it yesterdaybut i used it as an excuse to skip school todayI didn't wanna face you in the trainI didn't wanna face anyone in schoolSo I took the coward's way out, nice one yus.spent the whole day with anne,gerald &amp; ahpai4 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1946873297976898905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1946873297976898905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1946873297976898905' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-2357828229204361479</id><published>2007-07-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:48:56.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"That policy may either last so long,Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,Or breed itself so out of circumstance,That I being absent and my place supplied,My general will forget my love and service"- Michael Cassio in Othello,The Moor of Venicetruthfully, the speech reflects my true feelingswhich explains why I asked you to be my bestest best friendcos I know things can't go back the way it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2357828229204361479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2357828229204361479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2357828229204361479' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7848022269133283546</id><published>2007-07-20T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:05:14.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry, sorry for making your life a living helltoday, what an eventful day.the morning was well-spent with you as usualand the messages made my dayand that phone call while i was alone in class lifted my moodi felt loved by you, it felt like old timesthe "surprise" messages during trainingthe messages after training made me smile (:then came the evening.84 steps up the slope leading to your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7848022269133283546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7848022269133283546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7848022269133283546' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-73774521200071028</id><published>2007-07-19T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:43:50.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Heroinetoday,i picked a little someone up from schooland then we made our way down to little indiawhere we met a whole bigggggggg bunch of bimbostoday is filled with a bittersweet tingetoday, i got a kiss on the lips from a girlher name starts with an F and she's not farahhaha wow surprise surprise ah! (:OH DAMN I FORGOT TO COUNT THE STEPS!i wanted to count the steps up the slope ):neverrr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/73774521200071028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/73774521200071028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#73774521200071028' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3199688161326213698</id><published>2007-07-18T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:06:41.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll wait for you, if it's the last thing I doI never stopped loving you &amp; you still love mebut I guess it's not the right time nowand I'll stand by what I said, I'm willing to waitI'm fully aware of the circumstances that can't changeit doesn't matter to me anymore, I wanna be yoursright now, what matters the most is seeing you happyand the wait begins.we both heard this song before our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3199688161326213698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3199688161326213698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3199688161326213698' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6969500884117718279</id><published>2007-07-17T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T04:58:03.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to hold your handTell me i'm not wrong to say thatI wanna be the one who loves you endlessly.I am already loving you beyond heaven's gatesyes Farah, I'm talking about you &lt;3I can be the one who ....(:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6969500884117718279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6969500884117718279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6969500884117718279' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-217276690530842993</id><published>2007-07-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:36:40.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I have the hardest time resisting youright now,i don't know where i standbut one thing's for sure, you make me happyand that's why i love you &lt;3I'll always be your SUPER NINJA.thank you for being you.and please cheer up alright?i understand that you're under lots of confusionwhich is why i'm trying to not pressure youI really want to be the one who calls you baby all the timebut that's between</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/217276690530842993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/217276690530842993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#217276690530842993' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6635385688814010246</id><published>2007-07-15T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T06:01:51.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Girl Has Loveit has indeed been a very happy birthdayi am too lazy to thank everyone personallywhich is why i'll do this;THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO MADE ME SMILE WITH YOUR WELL WISHES!haha totally random people even wished meit was really sweet of them to remember my birthdayi naturally thought that everyone will forget about itsince they are all so busy with their new livesthank you farah &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6635385688814010246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6635385688814010246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6635385688814010246' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4398691924039221131</id><published>2007-07-14T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:58:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey there Delilah,I've got so much left to sayfor the first time in ten days, the old Yus came out againI was happy, laughing and smiling genuinelythank you thoma sam tarcia gwen guannie!i was dumb enough to fall for your surpriseand i was really touched, thank you.i love yall &lt;3and thank you farah for dropping by tonightit really means a lot to me that you careand hee, thanks for the apple juice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4398691924039221131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4398691924039221131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4398691924039221131' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7793544649479853743</id><published>2007-07-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:19:32.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you walk awayI count the steps that you takeDo you see how much I need you right now?thank you for the surprising sms to meet yousembawang is such a quiet little neighbourhoodi'm sorry for crying all over you ):you started crying first, i was trying to be strongi appreciate your gesture of forcing me to eati promise to increase my food portions eventuallyso please, don't start starving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7793544649479853743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7793544649479853743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7793544649479853743' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6971490528498836809</id><published>2007-07-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T05:30:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are moments when I don't know if it's realOr if anybody feels the way i feelI need inspiration not just another negotiationi wonder how long it'll take me to be happy again.yeah, i still love you.you say you do toobut you've got your 777.my birthday's coming.bummer ):i vowed to stop crying and start eatingbut guess what,it's day 7.and i'm crying nowscrew homework,i'll cry myself to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6971490528498836809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6971490528498836809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6971490528498836809' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-228594556501519600</id><published>2007-07-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:56.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keep Believing, Be Strong!Crying = Puffy Eyes = Not prettySmiles = Happy thoughts = HappinessI'll never turn my back on youMy promise to you is secureI'll be there to reach out for your handEven if it's the end of the worldDo you remember this poem?I hope it cheers you up!Smile, my little one (:Stay Strong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/228594556501519600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/228594556501519600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#228594556501519600' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RpPBmMzJWRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lqYYsDTMlW8/s72-c/the+song.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4002495395270190467</id><published>2007-07-09T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:56.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee;But nevermore be officer of mine"- Othello, The Moor of Venice by William Shakespearethe quote says it all.it might be in a different context but the underlying point is the same.i haven't slept in 36 hoursi haven't eaten in 2 daysi'm a total wreck, aren't i?i was holding back my tears as i walked to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4002495395270190467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4002495395270190467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4002495395270190467' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RpIXAMzJWQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hY1tvKK39Ng/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4744528599205623650</id><published>2007-07-08T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:57:13.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything you said,i believed you.baby, i miss you so much!i love you long time dearest.you made me feel really special.i saw someone with 5 roses, i got a whole big bouquet!it's a never ending list - i saved the smses.or what about;sheryl wont come between us, i love you!FUCK ALL THIS SHIT, EVERYTHING WAS FAKE.THE PAST FUCKING FIFTEEN MONTHS WASNT REAL.YOU DUMPED ME FOR SHERYL, I SHLD HAVE SEEN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4744528599205623650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4744528599205623650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4744528599205623650' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3186839655303006039</id><published>2007-07-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T07:49:04.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Danish philosopher once said :We live life forwards but we understand it only by looking backwards.i should thank ah pie for telling me that.anne and i made a pact today!i'm gonna stick to it, i'll try my best.buddddddy, keep believing &lt;3i'm gonna gain back the weight that i lost3 kg in 3 days, now that's effective weight loss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3186839655303006039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3186839655303006039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3186839655303006039' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5207735465458002087</id><published>2007-07-07T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:48:50.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple words we never knewBut the better days behind us now,We all need someone to tell us howTo save the state of where we are,Its keeps demanding more and more and more.And who will save us?This can't go on, without the meaning in the rhyming.Can you save, can you save us?I can't go on, out of rhythm with our time.SRC Carnival was supposed to take place todayi woke up at 5 plus and didnt even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5207735465458002087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5207735465458002087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5207735465458002087' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7267401045258987879</id><published>2007-07-06T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T05:15:15.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zounds, I Bleed Still I'm falling away,away from your armsThat kept me so close to the things that I loveI'm holding it back,take me back to your heartA place to remember,I'll always be yoursThe warmth from your hands as they hold me so closeI'm losing this fight,now I need you the mostI'll wait for the time though my days running thinI'll count down the clockI'll stop to take this all inholy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7267401045258987879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7267401045258987879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7267401045258987879' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8131851660072760284</id><published>2007-07-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:31:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Greatest Fall Of All TimeAnd now the stars aren't out tonight, But neither are we to look up at them. Why does hello feel like goodbye? And these memories can't replace, These wishes I wish and dreams I chase. Well take this broken heart and make it right. I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone. Left remembering what it's like, To have you here with me.I thought you should know, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8131851660072760284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8131851660072760284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8131851660072760284' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-2638288007622869544</id><published>2007-07-04T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T05:25:18.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, what a dayi am majorly drained at the moment!and its only the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL, damn it.i'm not saying that i hate school or whateveras a matter of fact,i love my friends &lt;3i just feel really weary and overwhelmed,that's allokay as i was saying, its the beginning of a new termi've got a malay essay outline, math tutorial, malay critique &amp; EOM to dobut school JUST reopened today ):on top of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2638288007622869544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2638288007622869544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2638288007622869544' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8111081973611196549</id><published>2007-07-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:27:09.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLIO! &lt;3haha it kinda occurred to me that my birthday's coming tooour birthdays are all so close to each other!okaaaaay,i wanna make a birthday list (:HAHAHA so yall can stop asking me what i wantstuff money cant buy:- a promotion to J2 w/o difficulty- to last longerrrrr with dearest&lt;3- i want my family to make up &amp; not fight anymore- not to drift away from my loved ones from ij- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8111081973611196549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8111081973611196549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8111081973611196549' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6573572933472226898</id><published>2007-07-02T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:56.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOME PICTURES FROM T4'S BBQhahaha and i made a mosaic of all the photos i'm in!i want the photos of me and the cakeeeee.today went relatively well (:met farah and we wore inverted colours, HAHA!thennnnn i met thoma &amp; hazmi for dinnermad jacks + island creamery :Dpictures of that will come soon, i promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6573572933472226898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6573572933472226898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6573572933472226898' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RokRmszJWPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TkNsjiorcJQ/s72-c/mosaic1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8621421578417058386</id><published>2007-07-01T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:27:24.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our matinee won't be forsakenT4's bbq was a total succes, yay! (:i think it was the no-stress environment at the bbqand the amount of food was just right to cater to the peoplethe food was quite good too (anne &amp; corinne cooked!)gabriel and vanessa came! &lt;3OH THERE WAS CAKE TOO, HEE (:i want the pictures, i'm too lazy to blog any furtherhahaha i'll let the pictures speak for themselvesBUT i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8621421578417058386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8621421578417058386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8621421578417058386' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-2867479656504438977</id><published>2007-06-29T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T04:29:18.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Pyrrhic Victoryhello all.): i miss someone.but she's really busy.i still love that someone though &lt;3but too bad someone else loves her tooi dont want us to remain mired in this deep malaisei'll try my best to abate my constant visceral badgeringi love you and i dont wanna ruin it, ever. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2867479656504438977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2867479656504438977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2867479656504438977' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7999398459100155885</id><published>2007-06-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:43:25.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM A LOSER, THE ULTIMATE LOSER.I AM THE BIGGEST LOSER OF ALL TIME.THANK YOU, PLEASE GO AWAY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7999398459100155885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7999398459100155885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7999398459100155885' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5026093944517899817</id><published>2007-06-27T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:57.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If All Else Failsyesterday marked the end of our midyears!haha NE &amp; malay isnt important enough to be considered as examsbut i still screwed NE up cos my general knowledge is like zilchanywayyy, some of us went to island creamery yesterdayhaha look at those drunk faces, drunk on icecream!okay that was retarded but i love love love creameryyyyyhahaha i promised to bring someone there soon (:i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5026093944517899817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5026093944517899817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5026093944517899817' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RoIx8szJWHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-dIuWdHe62Y/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4844820965579328499</id><published>2007-06-25T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:57:39.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I said Alright, alright, alrightI surrender, this is for real.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4844820965579328499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4844820965579328499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4844820965579328499' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-835325045233876093</id><published>2007-06-24T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:57.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wherever you go, I will be waitingWhenever you call, I will be thereWhatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so brightI'm in your heart tonightit's 24th june 2007 today (:we've reached FOURTEEN MONTHS &lt;3on top of that, someone turns sweet 16 tmwso anyway, fast forwardddddddddate at ljs, went to topshop, went to eat cake hahaha i'm the sweeeeeeeetest ever okay!i baked, i gave presents, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/835325045233876093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/835325045233876093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#835325045233876093' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/Rn6AyYedVDI/AAAAAAAAANU/hUCwUqgAx7A/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-156929925222286421</id><published>2007-06-23T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:10:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flowers on the walloh yay the history exam is FINALLY over!buddy came over at ten plus for a session of overnight muggingit would have been more productive if it wasnt so last minutethe exam was pretty much screwed for me, at least ITS OVER.and we're only left with econs,NE &amp; malayi went home to nap for 2 hours after the paperleft home to meet the red buddies in town for dinner! (:everyone was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/156929925222286421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/156929925222286421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#156929925222286421' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7908127673732896221</id><published>2007-06-22T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:01:56.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Eyes BurnLIT WAS TERRIBLE.i feel so shallow not being able to comprehend the first poemothello was fine, i just wished i focussed on it more?bnw was just shitty, i cant believe i studied for thatwell, history paper is tomorrow ):i need to study study study to make sure i fail wellif i cant pass it, i still wanna fail well at leasti'm gonna be a good girl after midyears!i'll try to be like how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7908127673732896221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7908127673732896221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7908127673732896221' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-2348573926953420615</id><published>2007-06-21T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T06:40:57.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY BRAIN IS TOTALLY FRIED.okay as of yesterday night, i've read through :- origins of CW- korean war- castro rev &amp; CMC- rise of natm in SEAso i'm left with development,  J.O &amp; decoln for history!and i spent the whole afternoon reading bnw lecture notes todayi read from chpt 1 to chpt 10 although exams are up till chpt 8omggggg i'm so proud of myself but nth much went into my headBUT IM STILL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2348573926953420615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2348573926953420615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2348573926953420615' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1884962283021557066</id><published>2007-06-19T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:58.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever Longing The Golden Sunsetswhen i was a kid, i had a pretty wild imagination (i still do)whenever i got a scolding or when i cant get something i want,i always wanted to tie balloons onto my chair and wish i could fly awayit's a kid's dream and yet i sometimes wish it's possibleafter the fiasco yesterday night/this morning,all i wanted to do was hide under my blankie and thinkbut i guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1884962283021557066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1884962283021557066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1884962283021557066' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RneYNYedVAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/c_G3-62CEEc/s72-c/200538234-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3480318183490090495</id><published>2007-06-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:58.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deep &amp; Meaninglesshahahaha rainbow girl, can i be your pot of gold please?oh my gosh, she is so so adorable!anyway, malay project's all done.LIT EXAM IS ON FRIDAYHISTORY EXAM IS ON SATURDAYPEOPLE,PLEASE STUDY (ESP FOR HISTORY!)cos the history rep says so (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3480318183490090495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3480318183490090495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3480318183490090495' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RnZWioedU9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/q1q5Ebqi16g/s72-c/200548185-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7880799427829838293</id><published>2007-06-17T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:51:56.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For what it's worthsometimes, i just need to ask myself"Why am I not surprised?"rainbowwwwwwww girl, i miss you ):oh happy father's day!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7880799427829838293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7880799427829838293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7880799427829838293' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-2203159371358295230</id><published>2007-06-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:37:10.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sentimental sign of rejectioni just can't seem to sit down and study like i used toi totally lost my O levels mugging drive ):exams are in 6 days, i just need to get through it4 essays in 3 hours for 3 days, i can do it!oh dear god, who am i kidding?i'm a failure academically.i was always a mediocre student churning out average resultsi could never stand out from the masses with my gradespsle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2203159371358295230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2203159371358295230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2203159371358295230' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4601249245135297246</id><published>2007-06-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:33:59.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Easy way outYou say you're looking for happinessBut when it comes, you runaway from itYou tell yourself  you don't deserve itThere's not much more that I can doNow the rest is up to youUntil you love yourself, you'll never changeYou'll keep on runningUntil you deal with todaythe date today is 15th june, ONE MONTH to my birthday!truthfully, i'm not all that psyched up to turn seventeenlittle ones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4601249245135297246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4601249245135297246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4601249245135297246' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5384953743690259413</id><published>2007-06-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:58.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If we hold on togetherhaha i watched ACCEPTED today, it was quite interestinganyway, i revised my korean war todayyyyy (:BUDDY IS PROBABLY PROUD OF ME!it is another dreary day in the life of yusall i ever do is wait,wait and waitttttttahhahaha 2 more days + one week!i'm still a very happy girl though :Domgggggg,exams are coming.</summary><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-21753929755840121</id><published>2007-06-13T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T06:31:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fireworks flying whenever we're togetherwe roughly know our positions alrdyim a midfielder/wingman (both attack &amp; defence)lets hope i get to be the right winger for SRC's carnivalto a certain silly little girl out there:please dont be sadsad anymore okaaay? (:i'll be here for you no matter what happensand your mommy probably has reasons behind it allso cheer up &amp; smile for me alright?i love you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/21753929755840121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/21753929755840121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#21753929755840121' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-428016940459931689</id><published>2007-06-10T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:22:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's what you do to meHey there Delilah, Don’t you worry about the distance, I’m right there if you get lonely, Give this song another listen, Close your eyes, Listen to my voice it’s my disguise,I’m by your side.i miss you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/428016940459931689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/428016940459931689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#428016940459931689' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1190500517213298494</id><published>2007-06-09T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:58.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i foresee a lengthy post, be prepared!HAPPY SEVENTEENTH GWEN, MY DEAREST NEED(:heehee you looked so cute back then :Dokay, so miss shepherdson has turned SEVENTEEN!you're all grown up now my dear so act your age okaaay (:haha but we've all matured immensely since last yeari just wanted to say thankyou for being there for me whenever i needed youyou certainly make the bestest need i can ever ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1190500517213298494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1190500517213298494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1190500517213298494' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/Rml0v4edU5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/EMbH9-L9sNM/s72-c/IMG_1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3594331110723081769</id><published>2007-06-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:59.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warmness of the soultoday was an exceptionally good dayi had a really good morning with Lovergirl :Dthen i studied demand&amp;supply but fell asleep halfwayohh and did i mention that i met up with sandy? (:we updated each other abt everything under the sun (or moon)there's just too much to say but i can summarise it allI LOVE SANDRA FONG SHU RUI &lt;3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3594331110723081769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3594331110723081769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3594331110723081769' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RmbYmoedU1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Kgt8-nMjJTE/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4201806618299792683</id><published>2007-06-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:27:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trust me I would build for you, a world for yousomeone's on a mission - Project Girlify Yus!her current craze is to buy an array of multi-coloured dresseshahah and i swear it's starting to grow on mebut let's take baby steps, small little baby steps (:p.s: get the green dress, it'll look cute on you!OH and i just found out that my gingerbread man toyfrom my hotcakes happy meal can actually talk!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4201806618299792683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4201806618299792683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4201806618299792683' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-2719405992451474881</id><published>2007-06-04T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:12:49.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weight of things that remain unspokensomething or rather, someone ticked me off really badlyand this has been going on for quite some time nowbut i've got nothing to worry about so its finebesides,talking to thoma made me feel all better (:i realised that the cure to my recent bout of the I-MISS-YOUsyndrome is to meet up with the lovely people i missand i finally did smth abt it &amp; stopped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2719405992451474881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2719405992451474881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2719405992451474881' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5599626137655393312</id><published>2007-06-03T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T02:28:49.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truth in sincerityi cut my hair and now i look like a small little girli finally got all the gear i need for trainingamber pacific's new album is out in the states!hotcakes happy meal tomorrow morning (:i have honey stars so dont ruin my good spiritsi'm excited to meet sandy on wednesdaybut i've got to get through dental first (on tuesday)i cant wait for T4's bbq, havent seen them in ages ):oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5599626137655393312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5599626137655393312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5599626137655393312' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3275773331485069761</id><published>2007-06-02T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:19:37.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And you play it coy but it's kinda cuteoh yay sandy and i fixed a date for next week(:haha i bought my shin guards today tooso i'm a happy little girl right now!this coming week is "Catch up with old friends" weekbut i need to start studying for midyears &amp; do my malay projecthaha i'll try to juggle it all somehow!okay,i'm kinda waiting for my mom to come home with kfchaha i shall get going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3275773331485069761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3275773331485069761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3275773331485069761' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1866247033054704895</id><published>2007-06-01T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T06:41:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I get to kiss you baby just because I cantoday was pretty darn good, i must say.first of all, i got to sleep until ten this morning!lunched with Lovergirl which totally made my daythen headed down to school for trainingtraining was rather gratifying cos i'm improving(:and today's training session was super slackkkall we did was the usual running, sprints &amp; drillsi can almost imagine our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1866247033054704895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1866247033054704895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1866247033054704895' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8119917682193785138</id><published>2007-05-31T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T07:33:46.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It won't be soon before longtoday's supposed to be my study daybut i'm feeling too tired from yesterdayso perhaps i'll get some studying done this weekendi need to get my shin guards &amp; socks really soonnext week sounds like a good week to shop &amp; studyhaha cos there's no training &amp; that makes me kinda happy (:i'll probably turn in early tonight, like soon.i'm meeting Lovergirl for lunch before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8119917682193785138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8119917682193785138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8119917682193785138' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5055683143325075821</id><published>2007-05-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T05:50:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're my every minute of my everydayi am so tired right now that i can drop dead.but today was a damn good day laaaaaah (:SO I MUST MUST MUST MUSSSST BLOG!today turned out so well although i was dreading itokay first of all, I BUMPED INTO GWEN :D :D :Dwe were lazing abt at braddell mrt and i saw a familiar figureomgggggg  I MISS YOU AND I STILL NEED YOU GWEN!so now she owes me a date cos i need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5055683143325075821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5055683143325075821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5055683143325075821' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-7944789709156802672</id><published>2007-05-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T04:22:03.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just one question today :SHORT HAIR OR LONG HAIR?i like pretty girl's hair (:maybe i shall stick to long hairbut so many people are cutting their hair short!ahhh i shall decide soon!tomorrow is not gonna be a good day.flag day from 7am-12pm then training till 6i've got to be at braddell mrt by 6.30 amits okaaaay, i can always rest on thursdayHHHP's gf better come online later :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7944789709156802672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/7944789709156802672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7944789709156802672' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1869768690291646849</id><published>2007-05-28T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T05:16:55.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone! (:this is gonna be a really random post.ANNE &amp; MAINE - I NEED A HAIR CUT!my parents said i grew taller (laugh all you want, i'm used to it)i've been having very peculiar dreams latelywhen i cough,i feel like my guts are gonna spill outlong bus rides make me feel woozylong bus rides with good company compensates the discomfort (:yes, i am a happy girl. except for the fact that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1869768690291646849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1869768690291646849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1869768690291646849' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-964922529182868768</id><published>2007-05-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:11:45.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM A HAPPY GIRL.i am helping someone with her F&amp;Nand im gonna get free lunch on tuesday (:after much deep thought &amp; talks, i guess it finally hit mei might be bothered by a certain external factorbut ultimately, it just boils down to you &amp; meand nothing or noone can change thatthankyou(:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/964922529182868768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/964922529182868768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#964922529182868768' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3153755904116600923</id><published>2007-05-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T05:12:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say You’re ok with the way this is going to be This is going to be the best thing we've ever seen If anyone can make me a better person you could All I got to say is I must have done something good I came along one day and you rearranged my life All I got to say is I must have done something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3153755904116600923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3153755904116600923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3153755904116600923' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1263736594985302049</id><published>2007-05-25T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T05:23:45.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS YOU.GET WELL SOON (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1263736594985302049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1263736594985302049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1263736594985302049' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-5327532277334702952</id><published>2007-05-24T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T04:14:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY TWENTY-FOURTH MAYokaaay, so i've been sick since tuesday nighti developed a fever yesterday which hasnt gone away yetmy temperature was 39.5degrees this morningthe teachers didnt let me go home &amp; made me sit for my examthey planned to award me with ZERO marks if i went homenot wanting to retain, i did the paper feeling like crapi waffled throughout the essay &amp; compre ):i was too weak to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5327532277334702952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/5327532277334702952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5327532277334702952' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-3324697087342192987</id><published>2007-05-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:49:50.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, Goodbyeschool was dull &amp; dreary.today was the last official day in school.tomorrow is study day = no school!heee i had a good day today, thankyou farah!23rd, 24th &amp; 25th of May shall be wonderful days too (:ferris wheel, here i come.i've got a cough.i just sneezed &amp; my sides are hurting.short post, exams are coming!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3324697087342192987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/3324697087342192987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3324697087342192987' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-1282148415517751551</id><published>2007-05-16T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:51:46.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetically Pathetictoday was another dont-use-your-brain dayhonestly, the lessons today were utterly uselessand training was rather tough &amp; straining for girls ):but at least we ended quite early!i've got loads of work to be done by tonightsomehow, my body parts arent listening to my brainall i wanna do right now is fall into a deep slumberand wake up when december holidays are hereto find out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1282148415517751551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/1282148415517751551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1282148415517751551' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8955728284487090894</id><published>2007-05-15T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:59.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOPEto all the pre-u sem people taking their exams this week,dont get too stressed out alright? (: GOOD LUCK!and to everyone else feeling uncertain abt their H1 exams,there's still hope for us so make full use of the remaining timei need sleep, i spent the last 5 hours doing my work ):i love honey star, i shall dream happy dreams tonight.i'm gonna bring more honey stars tmw!nightnight everyone, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8955728284487090894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8955728284487090894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8955728284487090894' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/RkmJZqSMREI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_spyvR8p9yo/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6595729768999946443</id><published>2007-05-14T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:56:01.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From heart and soul to pen and paperall these bottled up emotions swelling in my head,it makes me wonder.i am in such a reflective mood tonightwell, it is simple to say listen with your ears, not your eyesbut look at it this way, if you would just try to escape from the heart,imagine the freedom that you will find within the truth.i am trying to achieve that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6595729768999946443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6595729768999946443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6595729768999946443' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-6363921437456385040</id><published>2007-05-13T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:38:01.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For old times' sake ; my lovesi miss all of you.haha have a good laugh looking through the photos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6363921437456385040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/6363921437456385040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6363921437456385040' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/Rka0EqSMRDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/aABW14RR1ks/s72-c/IMG_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-2316846790939166785</id><published>2007-05-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T04:54:05.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If time could stop, how could i make this more poetic?When there's nothing more pathetic to be saiduh oh, H1 midyears are coming &amp; i'm unprepared!why cant i just follow the timetable i set?! ):i cant seem to get started on anything cos i'm too lazyand we're not getting a study break from training12 days left to 24th may!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2316846790939166785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/2316846790939166785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2316846790939166785' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-664941838272966151</id><published>2007-05-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T04:56:52.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>disappointment + fatigue = sad sad yusi am moody, tired &amp; highly annoyed.so please, be kind and let me have my personal spacei just need sleep, i'm feeling cranky.i feel so deprived of sleep.goodbye world!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/664941838272966151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/664941838272966151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#664941838272966151' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-8349301068721012509</id><published>2007-05-10T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:10:42.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YUS IS TIRED.SCHOOL IS OVERWHELMING!):but i'm still a happyhappy girl :Dno matter how stressful school gets, i know i can handle itcos i'll always have people to fall back on in desperate timesyou know who you are &lt;3oh we've got our exam schedule.24th may- GP25th may - math22nd june - lit23rd june - history26th june - econs29th june - malayhaha look at the dates, how perfect right.compromising is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8349301068721012509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/8349301068721012509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8349301068721012509' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-4448684121992335239</id><published>2007-05-09T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T05:09:53.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You carry through, you make me smile.If it were you and me tonight,I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for youi abhor suicides, period.we're solely focussing on PT for the next monthgood luck to me, i hope i dont die an early deathi doubt we're even given a study break for MYEtalking about MYE, our exam info is on the class blogand our BNW test/assignment is up there toothe list </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4448684121992335239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/4448684121992335239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4448684121992335239' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096028.post-584958188095301963</id><published>2007-05-07T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:40:12.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And don't stop when you've never been closertoday was a bore-yus-to-death day ):unsent messages &amp; busy people = sad yusfurthermore, anne &amp;  maine were suspended frm lessonsbut school was alright, just really tiresomethe people came over to my house &amp; they just leftheheh we were on a secret mission at my placeour loved ones will receive our little present soon (:And if the sun will set tonightHold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/584958188095301963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096028/posts/default/584958188095301963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybaa.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#584958188095301963' title=''/><author><name>Yus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04515476786817277975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y4UExAXisI0/ShJWiYFTiaI/AAAAAAAABPg/vKHC_uvgKg4/S220/yus.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
