<?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-11414865</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:23:58.355+08:00</updated><category term='moved but stayed.'/><category term='noobness prevails.'/><title type='text'>kiss me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-3590670155488265961</id><published>2007-02-28T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:51:47.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moved but stayed.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved.ask me for the link but i'm leaving this here for a bit before i delete it.the memories are plenty.but as all things go.i need to close this chapter of my life and start a new one.so yeah.i've moved.take care all.love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-3590670155488265961?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/3590670155488265961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=3590670155488265961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/3590670155488265961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/3590670155488265961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-1825959037432224928</id><published>2007-02-17T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:58:27.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a very very bad sprain yesterday during the friendly with MI.now i can barely move my left foot and u had to forfeit my holiday )): and i'm alone and immobile at home )): super freakshits.aaaaahhhhhh!!!must be retribution for having had a great time on valentine's.heee.all the chocolates and sweets and pretty green things ((: and the gorging out at sakura international buffet ((: and only realising that hun and i looked like we planned what to wear when that wasn't the case /: and yanni aka myself decided to wear something that would hide the bulging tummy after eating for 2hours and wore a dress.yes me in a dress.how unheard off.lol.anyways just blogging to say i'm uber proud of the girls from touch.with only a month of training you've manage to play a game against a team more senior then yourself and to win that game by 5 tries is just amazing.you girls have changed from girls who were afraid of that odd shaped ball to girls who never drop that ball.you've become my pride and joy and i believe that under the tutelage of smelly and the captainship of sandran you girls and guys will go far.*applauds*LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i promised myself i won't have ocd when it comes to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-6307403920667743125</id><published>2007-02-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T01:55:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:i@Fun"&gt;i@Fun&lt;/a&gt; turned out not too bad for a first time.wished i could say that it's over but really it isn't.my class 0643a had an overwhelming response to our handpainted shirts that we had to get more shirts t 10 just an hour into the funfair and we had to stop taking in orders an hour before the end of the funfair because we were just swamped with orders.weather held up.the sun was relentless though.heard water ran out and in the end people bought water from the vending machines at the futsall court ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from ikea about 2hours ago.ikea makes me a happy girl.prolly gonna go again to stock up on my supply of birthday presents and the likes.came back home with plenty and a big grin on my face (((: i swear.ideas just pop into my head with every turn.makes me want to do my arty farty stuff again.which means i need to stock up my art supplies also ((: i'm a happy girl ok.ikea just induces in you such floaty happiness.and the sweets from there might have something to do with it too ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year's passed.feel odd.second time spending valentine's with friends.plans to eat sakura international buffet will not go awry.it musn't anyway.doing crafts again this year.seem to always do crafts.guess my assumption that it's very personal is the main motivating factor behind me doing crafts.and the end product's usually uber pretty.i can't help it.i miss midnight and endless phonecalls.shit.random thoughts seeping out.think i should keep my comments to myself cause i've a sharp tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge scandal happening atm somewhere.and also me being disappointed with people.what's new?well one of these ppl is actualy somebody i care greatly for and love with all my heart.but i don't know.guess i'm just too physically tired to care anymore.when i did care all you did was stomp all over my heart.i pretend it's fine but really it isn't for i know the real reason behind your actions.horrid feeling pervades my being.i ahte being sad.and alone and all that shit.jeep singing or rather humming ti keep happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling super random.bought an utterly weird(?) gift for someone for vday.still think its cute though.rraahh.i am woman hear me roar.RRAAHH!!!ok.enough.waiting for hun to finish bathing.feels weird to not have had arounf last thursday.like extremely odd.oh wells.still can't believe it's already a year since...yeah.weird eh how fast time flies when we are not keeping track of it.like...wow...blink blink blink and taadaa one year is gone.can't stand how fast time flies these days.ahhhhhh.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.46 days to save for my belly piercing and lime green praio havainas.freakshits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-6307403920667743125?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/6307403920667743125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=6307403920667743125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/6307403920667743125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/6307403920667743125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ifun-turned-out-not-too-bad-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-7373108643219216910</id><published>2007-02-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T01:55:30.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noobness prevails.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't know you can take out jelly from the mould using satay sticks.yes i very noob can?anyway just can't wait for this week to be over and done.so tired.really.i swear when all else fails i'm glad i still have touch and my friends.notice i didn't say family.that's cause i just fought with my mum.she actually suggested that i quit touch cause i wore shorts home.and the reason i wore shorts is cause my skirt buckle came off and i just couldn't be bothered to try see if the skirt won't fall off without the buckle.oh wells.kept my cool even though was fuming like crazy inside.patience is a virtue.horrid day for hun too.hope he's fine.think he's sleeping.oh wells just felt like typing or rather ranting.i think fundraising for class fund would be fun shit.oh wells.oh no my vocab is damn limited.shitake mushrooms.btw to my darling most beloved part time lve you so much for always being there when i need you.and to my hun for bearing with my mood swings.and to zaf shel and mirah for tolerating my randomness.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-7373108643219216910?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-117024775146209795</id><published>2007-01-31T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:49:12.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a time when i cannot at any cost afford to fall sick.i'm as is the norm disgustingly busy.anyway just had a thought run through my head.it's about courtesy.EQ perhaps.i don't know but i think that it is only polite for you to inform the person in-charge of something of you cannot make it or have to leave early.perhaps you were displeased with me for not giving you anything to do but there was clearly so much that could have been done.you saw me running around trying to do everything but all you did was stand there and stare.you didn't even support your class efforts.choosing to purchase from other classes who were also doing fundraising.granted ours had a more class gathering feel to it but it was nonetheless an effort agreed upon to help raise seed money.i feel so disappointed as of late.so many things are bugging me.so many things are happening in such a short period of time.and i still have to deal with people like you who have no sense of initiative.anyway this is not about just ONE person it was about a few.would it really kill you to tell me that you're leaving so i'm not left wondering where you are?seriously speaking.was what made you leave early a life and death matter so much so that you do not take into consideration how i might feel?when i was given the chairperson post, i tried my best to please everybody.yes i admit that at times i'm very rushed and i don't have things planned out properly but if you had helped maybe, just maybe i would have not have had such oversight.i had meant this to be a passing comment but as you can see, i am rather distraught over it.believe me when i say, i am only human.i am not immune to emotions,especially not disappointment.i may hide it well but in the end it still shows.anyways to those who stayed back today to help set up,sell,eat and wash up i really really appreciate the effort.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.14days to sakura dinner date.58days to save for my belly piercing.SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;pps.thanks hun for putting a smile on my face in the morning ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-117024775146209795?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/117024775146209795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=117024775146209795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/47619/twist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i twisted my ankle.like duh?i swear i tried to update but to no avail since i'm disgustingly busy.being busy and me are currently having a love-hate relationship.i love being busy but it gives me little time with those i love.haven't seen part time for YEARS saw nas for like an hour or so abt a week ago.yeah.hopefully things will subside after &lt;a href="mailto:i@Fun"&gt;i@Fun&lt;/a&gt;. rraahh.i'm lazy to type so i shall upload pics.and there are photos on my photobucket also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/1600/789759/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/791143/IMG_0476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ocs.years ago.great fun despite the sweltering heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/67682/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;gas haus.yes.we love eating arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/345081/nas%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my sexaye baby aka nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/378256/IMG_0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the one i read with in the library and watch movie with in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/768459/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;miss touch comps and combining fries on a tray and asking for all the sauces except for sweet 'n' sour sace cause it tastes disgusting.the thought of it made me have craving for macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/1600/790029/sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/320/368190/sunglasses.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i dare say being caught red-handed doing naughty things is hilarious.i swear.BUSTED!!!and i sort of noticed that adults seem to have forgotten what it is like to be young,to have passions for things perhaps unreasonable to want to rebel just because.oh wells.btw somthing rather violating happened in school today and all in took was a rude stare.go freaking figure.anyway old school shit is so in.LOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i want a belly piercing for my 18th birthday.any sponsors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116955988687540748?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116955988687540748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116955988687540748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116955988687540748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116955988687540748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-twisted-my-ankle.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116871309349451025</id><published>2007-01-14T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:31:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another late night.or rather another early morning.all i want to do is dig up a whole deep into the ground and disappear.so much is coming my way.and i really can't deal with it.pardon my french but FUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;first it was all that class shit nonsense.i kid you not when i say that simply resting my eyes on that badge engulfs me with feelings of PURE disdain.the circumstances in which it was given to me was HIGHLY unproffesional.&lt;br /&gt;and with that came the start of touch trainings with the J1s to whom i must apologise for tuesday's haphazard and unplanned training.speaking of tuesday,my day was horrid until i played touch.touch is my soma.to those not in the know,go screw a stingray.&lt;br /&gt;following this is the misunderstanding which is causing much grieviances.speak now or forever hold your peace.i told you that but all you did was keep mum.btw what you said was BEYOND disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i discovered that i'm a horribly selfish sister who is too caught up in her own world to realise that her younger sister is calling out to be heard.to be fussed over.to be seen even.i suck big time man.&lt;br /&gt;today after i sms-ed my ex asking about something i found out that he's having relationship problems.damn me to hell.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm binge eating to try disregard the hollowness of my being.the void that is sucking everything i have away from me.the darkness that denies me the privilege of having my hunney because nothing good could possibly come out from it.all i feel like right now is a big fat ugly failure.i have failed as a sister.a friend.a leader.a lover.i have failed those i love dearly.i have failed in all sense of that word.understand now why i need a deep dark hole to hide and just disappear from the face of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116871309349451025?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116843848471638640</id><published>2007-01-10T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:14:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promise to stop being bimbotic but i swear it's because of my hot pink file and my happy flower bag ((: such happy things albeit the sadness that lurks underneath.i had a 2 hour talk with my hunney today.i didn't know so much was bothering me until i started talking to him and just let everything out.almost cried but hugs make it all better and so do encouraging words.thank you.and i realised that it's super dumb to ask for a surprise cause then it won't be a surprise.lol.like i said i've been having super bimbotic moments these days.must be the lack of nas ((: i miss you babe!!!anyway i just wanted to update so that i can happily proclaim that i refuse to be bogged down by things that are not within my power to control and that i think i just might say yes.lalala.this is another dumb entry but i swear i'm trying.lol.i'm just happy ((: LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're there when all else fails ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116843848471638640?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116843848471638640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116843848471638640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116843848471638640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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((: and i just felt like it.i felt like doing what i do best -write.just finished my gp essay which i am not proud of cause the ideas are all rehashed and the word play is just pathetic.there were no double entendres.no pun.no juxtaposition.NOTHING.none of that fancy sentence structure with its semi-colons and hyphens and verbs nouns adjectives.i miss writing narratives so badly.i miss mdm fad's compliments which consisted of this 3 page essay can be turned into a 300 paged book.haha.speaking of compliment kumar said something so cute the other day.yanni, you look like a damn hot guy.lol.anyway can i ask my dear blogders for something.can i have a surprise.like pretty please with a cherry on top!!!i haven't had a surprise for centuries.no silly card made in an attempt to quell moments when i'm missed.no random gift just because it reminded that person of me.no silly vanguard waving idiot from across the block apologising for stupid mistakes.no more.i want a surprise so bad i'd settle for that 50cents surprise plastic bag you can get at any minimart.how sad life is when it holds no surprises.i miss brian.haha.that's a random thought.anyway i think haz's friend aka pieter vis is oh-so-cute.utterly drool-worthy.and yes i do hope haz is fine.i miss my smelly coach haz ok.she's more like a friend to us than a coach can?lol.be jealous people.be jealous.i think i sound very bimbotic today.omg.forget it.i'm done writing.lol.live simply.love generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.can somebody please find me this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The veronicas - Mouth Shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept my mouth shut from the start&lt;br /&gt;i guess i left you in the dark&lt;br /&gt;you thought you knew me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;you say you'll love me but you wont&lt;br /&gt;when you find out who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept my mouth shut for too long&lt;br /&gt;all this time you got me wrong&lt;br /&gt;now we're in this way too far&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;tear everything we had apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;the reasons are gone&lt;br /&gt;for why i was holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;to be the one&lt;br /&gt;i don't like who i've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't keep my mouth shut anymore&lt;br /&gt;i've had my share of closing doors&lt;br /&gt;now i know i'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;i know exactly what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sorry it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;the reasons are gone&lt;br /&gt;or why i was holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;to be the one&lt;br /&gt;i don't like who i've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;(i kept inside of me for all this time)&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;(thought that i could make it work if i just tried)&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;(but i'm sorry to admit that i have lived a lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;the reasons are gone&lt;br /&gt;for why i was holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hardto be the one&lt;br /&gt;i don't like who i've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept my mouth shut for too long&lt;br /&gt;now i know that it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;i wish i told you from the start&lt;br /&gt;that this was never meant to last&lt;br /&gt;we should've never gone this far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116817356966377590?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116817356966377590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/1600/611838/CIMG3372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/89668/CIMG3372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i keep arguing with you.no more ok.love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116808887773100905?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116808887773100905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116808887773100905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hate them.dear god please give me strength to face this adversiy with my head held high.and my loathing for irresponsibility seems to be rekindled.apparently my teachers see me as the best candidate for the civics group representative aka class monitor.and apparently many things were left undone.and now it's up to me to do.anyway on another note,i feel it is unreasonable for someone to make it compulsory for people with 2 ccas to give up their 2nd cca to concentrate on the niche cca.granted touch is not very established yet but considering the fact that we came in 6th out of 20 teams in the m1 schools touch series and 3rd in the WORLD touch championships we have achieved far beyond what other interests group have achieved in their first year.i'm not boasting but with little knowledge of the sport and equipes with simply passion to learn and succed we have done our best.and if that isn't enough i don't know what is.as touch captain i know i must be strong but i just feel like crumbling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never needed you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116792150837572571?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116792150837572571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116792150837572571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116792150837572571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116792150837572571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116765614619907201</id><published>2007-01-01T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:55:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yanni started 2007 on a fabulous note.haha.yanni decided to drag her love out to have some cukoo-fied fun at jurong bird park which is actually relatively small.they discovered big birds and an orange komodo dragon.haha.they also saw and humped a purple dinosaur.after the weather started getting a tad too warm they decided to go catch the movie with MANY heaving and ample chests.they both thought that the curse of the golden flower was a movie with alot of beautiful and intricate details despite the rather warped story line.and the two goons actually understood th story which is an accomplishment in itself.and yes.yanni got mistaken for a chinese and her love got mistaken for a malay.THE IRONY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni however seems to be likely to have ended eh first day of 2007 on a really bad note.no matter how she tries not to pick a fight with her hunney she still does.that girl is confused.perhaps her inability to deal with her hunney in a more civilised manner is due to the fact that she really misses him alot after having not seen him for 20 days and seeing him for a grand total ofn 5hours before they went their seperate ways.yanni possibly feels more than a little insecure at this thought even though she'll be seeing him in school.she thinks that school doesn't allow her to be with her hunney.she jsut needs constant assuarance.yes,yanni,that loud noisy girl is having a moment of inferiority.THE IRONY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 07 started on a very ironic note for me.a day i will remember for years to come.realised today that i've been loving nas for a 5years and counting.and amirul for 3years.the 2 people who i will be least likely to forget when i'm old and wrinkly.the 2 people who hve actually stood by me and let me be who i am.and who've always pushed me to be nothing but my best.haha.i love them and i sure as hell hope they know it for i don't want them for a moment to ever feel as though nobody loves them cause i do.i sound like i'm going to die.i guess new years are indeed all about new beginnings and renewed love for those aorund you.friends are the family we got to choose.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116765614619907201?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116745605576935992</id><published>2006-12-30T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:20:56.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know now how it feels to live and let die.to give naught about what was and to simply forgive and forget.to end things properly.i thought i'd have a tinge of animosity in me but lo and behold all i felt was a great sense of peace that enveloped me in all its warmth.i've ended m year on a good note.hope everyone else does too.selamat hari raya haji.happy 2007.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.things always fall into place sooner or later ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116745605576935992?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116735917720280162</id><published>2006-12-29T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:26:17.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally went to buy my shoes yesterday.it started out as a bad shoe day for me when they didn't carry 4.5 for the puma boston in jade lime and also the kids nike dunks in white and red.ended up buying a pair of shoes from kapaa which my dear saw and thought looked nice ((: he bought a pair of asics which cost like twice the price of my shoe /: was pretty stoned and fell asleep on him in the bus with my right arm strewn all over the place and the other hand just being held in his,all safe.opened up his xmas present on the bus despite him begging me not to ((: and he can't wrap for nuts,my darling.to him, i'm glad things are ok even though we had a rather huge disagreement.i swear i lucked out.life is being good to me.no signs of rain today also.perhaps i will get my they lived happily ever after in the end ((: i teased his once about his height but hey i guess it's true.great things come in small packages ((: having iTouch team dinner at taka's seoul garden later ((: LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life we've to make sacrifices cause sometimes even if we get everything we want,it doesn't feel as good as we thought it would.peace out ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116735917720280162?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116735917720280162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116735917720280162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/1600/23586/amidarling..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/320/652957/amidarling..jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had a baking disaster yesterday to the point that i promised my mother i will only bake my reliable choc chip cookies /: and i love amirul salihin said :)) and he's not going to get a gf who hates me.he won't not after all the nonsense i put him through.hee.my dearest most beloved part-time boyfriend.my rock *whee* maybe will go out with him later.shoe shopping.hehe.i have bought new boots.apparently i fit into a uk 4.5.i bought new white pointy flats.now to find new running shoes cause my current adidas is not very pretty.i sound like a bimbo.supposed to go for bbguides gangshow this thurs but thinking of going glass house for dinner with ami and nas.fuck big gatherings.three is a partaye.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.good morning.good afternoon.good night and good ridance i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116711216613703378?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116711216613703378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116711216613703378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116711216613703378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116711216613703378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-baking-disaster-yesterday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116679600431129918</id><published>2006-12-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:00:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/1600/918537/retard!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/200/126264/retard%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hate you sometimes.maybe it's cause i'm sick.ugh.the reason escapes me.14 freaking days and more to come.can't believe you can still smile when i pointed it out.what do you want from me?what do you expect?go screw a stingray already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.small fry i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116679600431129918?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116679600431129918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116679600431129918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116679600431129918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116679600431129918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-you-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116651118006700522</id><published>2006-12-19T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:53:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my vj darling aka shan,the ass with which things didn't work out but i love him nonetheless said smth that made me laugh like all hell.apparently he's heard that i'm a phenomenon in ij.god knows where he got that from but i found it ridicuolously funny since i only really associate myself with my wonderful class,iTouch and the odd person here and there.and i don't really remember doing anything other than teacher's day in front of the school.oh wells.whatever it is that piece of...info...made me smile for quite awhile musing over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway just got back from kl last night or rather this morning.the trip back was amazing.not that the scenery's that great but we,my family and i,met 2 amazing people.alex and his darling daughter angel.i marvelled at how he one man was willing to take 5months unpaid leave just so that his kid can go for treatment for her autism in kl.and they are both so far away from home which is in dubai btw.what pissed me off were the people arnd them.one scolded angel for accidentally touching her and another who hurled vulgarities at her.RRAAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that we step around each other as though both of us have a plague that will devour the other?we have gone from being such good friends to mere names in our mobiles,emails on our messenger lists and what have you.it's ridiculous.we are two adults albeit young who had a good time together and fell out.why is it that we find it impossible to live and let die of what was and laugh at just how freaking stipud it was.one small mistake was all it took for us to feel awkward around each other and to just keep mum.damn you for making me feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.i hate being angry.especially so when it's neaing the end of the year.can't we all just take the words,should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind.*sigh*it's sad when good things come to naught.but i am thankful for my mum,bro and sis.for my 12 aunts and uncles.for my healthy grandaparents.for my 20 cousins.for my friends who have stood by me all these years.for all the hims i've ever had.and for the one i have now.how do you not feel fondness for someone who wears his new clothes simply because they're nice.well you don't.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.you owe me one.i've the memory of an elephant.please help make things better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116651118006700522?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116651118006700522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116651118006700522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116651118006700522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116651118006700522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-vj-darling-aka-shanthe-ass-with.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116597610468417458</id><published>2006-12-13T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:17:05.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/1600/320474/wortd%20touch%20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/320/583780/wortd%20touch%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; third world touch championships.8th - 10th decenber 2006.iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;god i love rugby.and that was a wonderful experience even if we didn't get 1st we played our best and i'm proud to be your captain ((: we may be small but we do big things.kudos to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;agnes aka dory&lt;br /&gt;sakinah aka MVP&lt;br /&gt;alisa aka makcik/MINE!&lt;br /&gt;mitch aka magician&lt;br /&gt;nelson aka fly&lt;br /&gt;sandran aka natural resource&lt;br /&gt;renjie aka ah lun (i don't know how to spell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/320/200167/girls..jpg" border="0" /&gt;mr mahmood's and miss tunisia's wedding.26th november 2006.the girls.we were all dressed up cause dear mahmood told us no denim but lo and behold everyone was in traditional costumes except us and did we feel like digging a hole in the ground to hide our heads (read:ostrich mentality.i can't seeyou=you can't see me).oh wells he suffered enough sitting through the kompang and silat ((: after his wedding we went to iman's gig at gashaus.i swear i can't wait for the day they ban smoking in pubs/bars/clubs.my clothes and hair reeked of 2nd hand smoke.that's a cardinal sin.but iman was adorable with his drums.lol.and they weren't that bad ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/1600/990643/M&amp;Ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/320/968597/M%26Ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GDO!threesoming rocks our balls off!and M&amp;Ms do too.they're just so colourful and i love town during the fetive season.it's so filled with joy and happiness.and you're not surrounded by people who dress as though their cat just died.sorry but i really don't have any comprehension towards the need to wear black when god blessed us with so many colours to don ourselves.wear colours and you'll be a happier person.i swear upon my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miniscule &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anatomy that you will be.just take a good look at us.we're damn happy laa.but that's also cause we're around each other and there's just so much llllllllllloooooooooovvvvvvveeeeeeee! ((: we must go out soon.i miss being crooked ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok basically that was a brief run through of my days so far.the next one is there because nas said i did him injustice on my f-ster with that fugly picture of him.btw to him.i'm sorry if i'm being a bitch but it's just what i honesly feel about the situation.i mean you can choose to disregard it but things aren't that simple for me.you just observe and judge for yourself.and if you still insist it's nothing then nth it shall be.peace out.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4112/925/320/753179/hee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it.&lt;br /&gt;pps.i need new boots )): christmas is coming.i wear kid's size.i fit into a 5 1/2 perfectly ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116513499643652078</id><published>2006-12-03T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:36:36.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to those who bother.i beg your pardon for not updating.life's been a hectic blur ((: something i personally prefer.i can't exactly regale you with tales of my days but basically i've been lving life.haha.am skiving off work to update.haha.can't think of anything off hand now other than the rugby comp that's coming up next weekend in which yours truly will be playing ((: lalala.ok i don't know what to say/update so i shall stop here.btw i miss nas and ami and my threesomes and him too.haha.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.support bacteria cause they're the only culture some people have ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116513499643652078?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116513499643652078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116513499643652078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116513499643652078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116513499643652078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-those-who-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116364270855909447</id><published>2006-11-16T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:05:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you.bah.i'm a happy girl.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.the one who makes me smile is him ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116364270855909447?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116364270855909447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>holding back.once was more than enough.i long to write my woes in sand and to carve my happiness in stone.i apologise for being otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116270049867026952?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116270049867026952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116270049867026952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116270049867026952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116270049867026952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/11/holding-back.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116239241391143309</id><published>2006-11-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:46:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's see...NOVEMBER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: nothing on&lt;br /&gt;2nd: date with ami darling and nas baby&lt;br /&gt;3rd: MT As&lt;br /&gt;4th:apple strudel date with dear.work&lt;br /&gt;5th:work&lt;br /&gt;6th:nothing on&lt;br /&gt;7th:touch training&lt;br /&gt;8th:nothing&lt;br /&gt;9th:OP!!!(no more pw!YESSUH!!!) bird's aka daniel tan's 17th.&lt;br /&gt;10th:work&lt;br /&gt;11th:work&lt;br /&gt;12th:cocolatte party&lt;br /&gt;13th:I&amp;R submission.official end of PW!clara's 17th.&lt;br /&gt;14th:eve of pay day.touch training&lt;br /&gt;15th:PAY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;16th:touch training&lt;br /&gt;17th:amirah's open house&lt;br /&gt;18th:work.&lt;br /&gt;19th:work.des's 18th&lt;br /&gt;20th:steamboat at shelly's.&lt;br /&gt;21st:touch training.&lt;br /&gt;22nd:nothing&lt;br /&gt;23rd:NAS 17TH!!!!touch training&lt;br /&gt;24th:nothing&lt;br /&gt;25th:work&lt;br /&gt;26th:work.mahmood's wedding&lt;br /&gt;27th:nothing.&lt;br /&gt;28th:nothing&lt;br /&gt;29th:mummy's 39th.amirah's 17th&lt;br /&gt;30th:I TURN 17 YEARS AND 7 MONTHS OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so somehow i must squeeze in ubin cycling.tanning.sakura dinner.escape theme park.study time.fitness trainings.retail therapy.more dates with my loved ones.camping.omg.the freaking show on arts central now is scary.Taboo.go watch.and yeah.i refuse to be sad or angry cause that's just not me.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.you surprise me each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116239241391143309?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116239241391143309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116239241391143309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116239241391143309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116239241391143309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116220286473395538</id><published>2006-10-30T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:07:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS AMIRUL SALIHIN BIN SAID(?) omg.i can't even remeber your full name!!!this is bad!!!stupid part time boy friend of mine.so long never see me.so long never talk to me.i don't know how i lasted so long.you're like my pillar of strength can?then you disappear.goodness.then you've always been there.then you go MIA.gollygosh.i never thought i'd miss someone to the extent that i will cry when i wake up and i will cry some more when i think about how badly i miss you.EVIL!!!stupid ass.make me miss you so much )): rraahh!!! i love you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for a fact that i'm being a bitch to you.i know i'm testing your patience.i know i'm challenging your mind.i know it.and i know i do all this because i'm too afraid to accept it as it is.i do all these to let you know just how bad i can be.i do all these to enlighten you as to how badly i can doubt things.i do all these to ensure that you know what you're in for when you say you like me.my dear.i'm so sorry for doing all these to you but i don't want to risk so much without knowing that you'd be fine with who i really am.hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.i'm still a little angry.ok.alot angry.rraahh.how can you be so irresponsible.just because you KNOW you're not going to be in school it does not give you a reason to not do your work.if it's individual work.i'd be damned if i cared a shit about you but it's group work.understand the need for EVERYTHING to come in PUNCTUALLY.perhaps you're not familiar with the concept of punctuality but for crying out loud.YOU'RE A LEADER TOO!!!i know it's no use getting all worked up and angry but i really need you to be like this now.i really don't.dang dongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting rugby training tomorrow.that equates to me starting my own fitness trainings to get back my stamina and to keep in shape.in quite bad shape ah.i aim to get gold for next year napfa.lalala.i miss rugby.badly.abstained for quite a bit.first it was teachers's day rehearsals then it was midcourse then it was fasting.well there's no more excuses now.save for pw.but screw pw man.i need my rugby.rugby is so much more than a ball game.anyway we also need to train up for world touch comp.whee.can't wait.rugby.rugby.rugby.rugby.rugby.my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things planned for november.busy busy busy.steamboat.raye.As.dates.ubin.shopping. clubbing.hahha.actually like not very busy but i'm working you see.so yeah.it all adds up.hee.and there's still tanning to be done.must drag nicky along.and everyone else laa.picnic please.i bring mat ((: mat as in the thing you sit on not the ugly tapered pants stripey shirt one.lol.then i can bring my sandcastle building stuff too.then we can ATTEMPT to make a nice sandcastle.i'l bring the tiny flag. ((: whee.i want!!!ok.that's enough.off now.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i'm happy for you.really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116220286473395538?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116220286473395538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116220286473395538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116220286473395538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116220286473395538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-amirul-salihin-bin-said-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116199540393546977</id><published>2006-10-28T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T08:30:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're my perfect joy.a splendid sight.tralalalala.i'm in a good mood despite shit that happens around me.i just love his solutions.rraahh.warm and nice and fuzzy feelings.going to be eating all my meals alone today )): mum sis and bro went visiting in m'sia and me has work.but it don't matter ((: cause i'm happy.i really am.it's been awhile.lol.and he taught me to never assume cause i always assume wrong things.i love the intensity in his eyes.rraahh.omg.haha.smiling like a fool simply because it's so simple and real.and here i was questioning if there could ever be another who i'd like simply because.whee.it's all good ((: taking things real slow.and i'm being stubborn refusing to believe anything so wonderful could be true.i'm being ball-less and in denial.and he's being the person that he is,patient and reassuring me that i'm wanted loved and cared for.lalala.omg.i'm not making sense.this is bad!!! ((: LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116199540393546977?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116199540393546977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116199540393546977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116199540393546977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116199540393546977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-my-perfect-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116186930814047104</id><published>2006-10-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:28:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt like updating cause i'm happy today.i simply love the people who i'm closest to now.threesome and the 3 stooges ((: it felt so nice just now.like really.been awhile.and our incesent teasing of each other.ROFL.anyway i'm happy cause we're all getting promoted.my loves and i.and me being hte kuku nut that i am just realised today that i passed all my subjects for my midcourse aka promos albeit borderline-ly.lalala.and i've developed a liking for macs chocolate mikshakes and a love for sudden cravings of weird things ((: like sparklers ((: played sparklers like some small kid just now.and the darn thing got sound ((: so cool!!!haha.i'm being nonsensical.ladidadidahhh.ooooh.in love with the song below.lovely i swear.and oh so sad.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris.Goo Goo Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;anyway just wanted to blog to say i'm screwdd.seriously and badly.i just don't quite know what to do about something or rather someone and that's bad cause i like to be in control and losing control is such a turn off.rraahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered today and almost cried.what is to become of us.what has made us come to the point where we treat each other in an almost animalistic manner.and to think we're young adults.it's just vile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni thinks that the picture of her shadow is extremely artistic.yanni also feels the emptiness that occurs with the absence of another shadow.if you get my drift.yanni has also developed a fear for indian men (I'M NOT RACIST) its just that the way they lear at yanni as though they have xray eyes )): anyway yanni digresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say that since it's hari raya and all that it'll be nice for people to do as they say.to forgive and try to forget or at least put aside the past and the bad and start on a new slate.it'll be good for many to bury hatchets way past their expiry dates.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.what if i told you i liked you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116157123661716085?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116157123661716085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116157123661716085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116157123661716085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116157123661716085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-has-been-edited.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116126780786605820</id><published>2006-10-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:23:27.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rraahh.i'm very confused.not to mention tired.what are you trying to say my dear?i know it's been a short while only since we've grown comfortable with each other but please do know that i'd listen and not leak.perhaps i'm reading too much into something and making it everything.rraahh.i don't know.i'm very confused.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.just tell it to my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116126780786605820?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116126780786605820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116126780786605820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116126780786605820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116126780786605820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/rraahh.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116118762757491994</id><published>2006-10-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:07:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i enjoyed myself throughly.ponned school but had to go cause of pw or more specifically wr.ok don't talk abt tt later i angry.rraahh!after which the threesomes went to get jan's and ee' presents.i detest last minute things that affect so many people.i absolutely abhor it.if it's so bleeding urgent then it shld have been done earlier.rraahh!!!anyways i so love quatrains with abcb rhyme schemes.lol.been laughing since i reachdd school.first over nicky and his tooth extraction and tamponing.then over lovely little rhymes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeben is lengthy&lt;br /&gt;deeben is tall&lt;br /&gt;deeben likes *********&lt;br /&gt;but she dosn't know at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicky is sexaye&lt;br /&gt;nicky is white&lt;br /&gt;nicky likes ******&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the hand gestures that are so explicit.ROFL!and i decide that i don't hate stripey shirts when nicky wears them.rraahh.so nice.emphasise his......oh wells.and i feel so emo-fied cause i've no loves.wtvr laa.i finally got to eat my sinfully glorious and comforting double fudge brownie from mrs fields ((: the fact that it crumbles and melts in your mouth is just so *spasms* got one for nicky too.i miss buying stuff i like for those i love ((: it's nice.that giving feeling.it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am going to have work briefing tomorrow.i can't wait to work and earn some good moolah.$7/hour is good money for promoting podcast and blogging.it truly is.once i've money am so going to get me sneakers,a new pullover,the stripey shirt from Zara,black glass rings and a camera.LIKE FINALLY!haha.and i'm going to pamper myself to good food as and when.rraahh.to be self sufficient ((: nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do the following after 9th november 2006.not necesarily in the correct order of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. spend a whole day at escape theme park&lt;br /&gt;2. have dinner at sakura international&lt;br /&gt;3. play lilliputt&lt;br /&gt;4. paint sneakers&lt;br /&gt;5. TAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. dirt bike!&lt;br /&gt;7. SHOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. movie marathon&lt;br /&gt;9. kiss someone ((:&lt;br /&gt;10. mug if i get promoted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to have some fun and study too.i wnat As and Bs.i want i want i want!!!rraahh!!!haha.i'm high from the double fudge brownie.i swear.oh yes speaking of which.i got dedication to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to aman.thanks for walking me home.even though i could have done so myself.it was really sweet of you.&lt;br /&gt;to ee chin and jan.happy 18th birthday my sweets.i hope you like what we got you and i hope you enjoyed yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;to shelly and amirah.my better 2-thirds.amirah love nad shelly baby.i love us and our constant violations of each other.i'm glad we're together ((:MUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;to nicky.i hope you liked the double fudge brownie from mrs fields.and i do hope it made you feel better even if slighty.it's my fav comfort food ((:&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who had dinner today.i hope everyone had as much fun as i did and i really do wnat to do this again.SOON!it was too much fun to be a sole event ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it for today.i'm off to sleep.and dream sweet dreams those unlike fifi's.those filled with double fudge brownies and eyecandies and people who SMILE ((: and loads and loads and loads of LOVE!!!nights all.sweet dreams.LOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.it just felt so right.rraahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116118762757491994?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116118762757491994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116118762757491994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116118762757491994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116118762757491994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-enjoyed-myself-throughly.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116109416499271624</id><published>2006-10-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:09:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it takes forever to make certain people open up to you.and i feel so cheated when these people are unexpectedly taken away from you.it's just not fair.rraahh.i'm feeling like shit.i know the aforementioned group of people would feel worse.like i said before.even though some of these people are really omhc i would love for us to go through fun fair,graduation,As and prom together.i want to see all the guys with no hair.i want us to celebrate our 18 birthdays together.i'm being so utterly self-centered but i just can't help it.and i'm now so worried for nicky that i'm on the verge of pulling out my hair.i don't want him or anyone to go or retain.i don't want.i should have never said i hate boys.i should have never said ij is a girls' school.i should never have.for now i love 0643a boys.i know that they're man.and they make ij special.rraahh.i almost cried just now when i found out about my loves possibly retaining.and i don't cry.i just refuse to.and i don't want you to go.i so badly don't want it.cause i know if you leave, i'd never see you again.and that'll jst do me in.rraahh.why must those i love always go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i'm already missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116109416499271624?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116109416499271624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116109416499271624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116109416499271624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116109416499271624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-takes-forever-to-make-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116092208287413024</id><published>2006-10-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:21:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i refuse to admit that i'm malay.cause i'm not and what is stated in my ic is javanese.RRAAHH!sorry hafiz aka mr smiley.i refuse to answer your are you malay or chinese qns.cause i'm NEITHER!BAH!hehe.but thanks for being the sweetie in letting me steal MARKS&amp;SENCER'S TOFFEES from the soccer booth on a regular basis.and smiling alot.so anyway open house in terms of ppl coming was shit but in terms of fun it was all right.had loads of fun rollerblading with faris who wore red panties and made me fall on my ass while rollerblading.i've seriously no liscence to blade man.and i love green hair and cowboy hats.and i'm still truamatised by the slurping and touching tt went on in lt2 on friday.WRONG!!!and to be in between the action is just...omhc!haha.wrong.i hate nicky btw.suckrr!and i wanna eat mrs fields double chocolate fudge brownies.so was talking to horsehair darling abt the possibility of retaining.this is a depressing topic mind you.and omhc i realised how much i'll miss those who retain even if i'm nt exactly a big fan of theirs.rraahh!!!and the guys can't retain or we'll be an all girls class.*shrieks*i'll die.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i told you in confidence.think about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116092208287413024?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116066666394389264</id><published>2006-10-12T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:24:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate living in what ifs land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rats that scurry out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love painting banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss making impulsive buys for loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss making cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel emo.bobby says it's jstified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel proud of rugby's banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am selfcentred today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am deprived of seeing those i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seek closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seek enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ask for is a little loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ask for is a little giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116066666394389264?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116066666394389264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116066666394389264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116066666394389264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116066666394389264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-living-in-what-ifs-land.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116057663869665544</id><published>2006-10-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:23:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't want tomorrow.rahhh!!!i think i'm ferce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116057663869665544?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116057663869665544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love being around my 2 healthy grandparents.my 16 aunts and uncles.my parents.my 2 siblings.and my 20 cousins.you cna go and do the math.lol.being around them make me realise what i want in my life in the future.and though i fear each day that i'll live to a ripe old age as a spinster,i can still dream right.lol.anyway i think without my family every single one.from my grandad to my littlest cousin i'd be a really really sad person.and i love distributing goodies cause it gives me reason to kiss all these kiddies who think they're too cool and old to be kissdd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body's screwdd.i swear it is.i have never not even during my super stressdd out times EVER had had this happen to me.it's freaky ok.i didn't know i had so much in me.argh.and i cna't belive i went to school oday despite feeling like i was half dead.no thanks to teevee and long conference call from bri and k.a i miss those guys.clubbing using fake ids.speaking of which.for the first time ever i was askdd for my id when i watched you, me and dupree.so odd since i never got askdd before.and omhc the trainee waiter at sakura is CUTE!and so polite.i guess he has to be.oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i was going through my red miss selfridge paperbag courtesy of nas baby when i came across letters from when i was younger.lol.not that i'm much older but the letters felt like they were from a different time altogether.from a time when hunney and kor and chicken and minahz and odad and rut were alive and kicking and a major part of my life.fingering everything i was amazed at how things just go past us and we all just move on cause that's just the most logical thing to do.moving on and burying the hatchet and starting on a fresh slate.a new life.almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i detest correcting pw.will be bringing my lappie to school tomorrow so that we can do it together.i can't seem to think straight.and my english is clearly deteriorating.anyway i was thinking of how badly i want to get promoted so that i can plan fun fair next year with 0643a and then go germany with 0643a if my results allow it and then graduate together.i'm such an idealist.0643a make me feel like i belong you know.the kisses from nicky made me feel special.something i haven't felt for quite awhile.it was really sweet of him.i miss feeling special )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i must say something.i was real shocked when i found out he reads my blog.not nicky.someone else.i was really shocked.i'm not quite sure if i was pleasantly surprised or quite uncaring about it.i know my blog's all public and stuff and i hardly censor.hohoho.but hmmm it was weird i guess for him to express concern over my blog entries when i was feeling rather all right about stuff around me and life in general.oh well.i saw gorgeous red converse high tops going for $39 at far east.pretty but rather impractical.won't get away wearing it in school )): dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking of working to earn a lil extra cash.after all school should be realeasing us earlier after we get back our papers and all that i think.extra money sounds oh-so-appealing (this sounds bimbotic).and i missed my jtmd.unbelievably heart renchingly sad.must try to watch it soon.perhaps it would be wise to wait until after open house this sat.preparations are hectic.OH FISHCAKES!i just realised that i have to talk to the person i'm not talking to cause of possible friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all.i heard something happened to someone i don't quite like.retribution perhaps.and so much for parading around in school like some big shitake mushroom.and i still can't get over what moran said to me.weird.i guess it goes to show that what iman said is right?you'd hate one party if you knew the whole story.i don't know.i refuse to know i guess.TIRED!but i'm not judging.i'm nobody to judge.and its wrong to judge when he's friendly and still cordial to me.it shows his maturity.abt time i was mature.lol.ok.this is it.the end.no more.zilch.nil.zero. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.you said you'd tell me someday who you hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116039181931114667?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116039181931114667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116039181931114667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116039181931114667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116039181931114667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-being-around-my-2-healthy.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-116013908647359072</id><published>2006-10-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:51:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/arse..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/320/arse..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicholas goh jian liang.why art thou so verticaly challenged?&lt;br /&gt;nicholas goh jian liang.let thou sexiness prevail.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas goh jian liang.may god blessdd thy sexy soul.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas goh jian liang.where art thou my love affair?&lt;br /&gt;nicholas goh jian liang.when will thy skin stop being white.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas oh jian liang.thee has stolen my black heart.(pronounce the r with an l)&lt;br /&gt;nicholas goh jian liang.thy name rings true in my head.&lt;br /&gt;haha.i think lit has officially made me staark raving bonkers.and i think part time part 1 is not talking to me how?die laaaaa.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-116013908647359072?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/116013908647359072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=116013908647359072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116013908647359072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/116013908647359072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/nicholas-goh-jian-liang.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115997476176233615</id><published>2006-10-04T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:12:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my great grand uncle passed on.he was a great man.worthy of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;influx of entries can be equated to a lack of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go hug a cactus and get free acupuncture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate reading history.i want to write narratives again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is random.can't help it.a void prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday marks the end.promoting is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wounds and scars mark the past.and i'm not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ever present future.i like that.hope.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115997476176233615?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115997476176233615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115997476176233615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115997476176233615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115997476176233615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-great-grand-uncle-passed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115987927064621044</id><published>2006-10-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:41:11.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this i promise you will be LONG!lol.have so much to say.anyway let's start with smth real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically,"Relatives of yours?" "Yep," the wife replied, "In-laws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men. The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time." The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee" The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee." Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee." Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me." So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.........."HEBREWS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests. God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece. Made me laugh after my encounter today with Marcus. GOD ABSOLUTELY FORBIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we added on to our growing cache of lame yet hilarious games.iman.aman.deeben. shoot.shag.marry.hard choice.sex with aman would be oh-so-interesting.i shot iman btw.obvious reasons i believe.marriage with deebs would just be filled with endless arguments.and nicky.God bless the sexiness of his being is currently the most shaggable guy around.NICKY YOU SEXAYE YOU MAKE ME WHOO!!!ok the picture refuses to come out.but omg.he is so sexaye.he walks sexaye.he writes sexaye.he thinks sexaye.he exudes sexaye.BUT HE'S SHORT! like for the love of god!grow! ((: *inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/laydieyanni/friends/sexayenicky.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.haha.i started rhyming again.it's the month.disgusting.i hate october.sorry october born ppl but i hate october.until the day i uhate it i shall wish and wish for this month to be over and for this month to tie me up so much that everything rushes past in a flurry.anyway i decided last night that i don't want to talk to him.for now at least.like i said.its the month.oh wells.promos will be over this friday.have 2 day rest before the hardcore friday comes.7 essays.my hand will just drop off.i swear upon my miniscule breasts that they will drop off.came up with this early in the morning today.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1111hours&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i ever love again&lt;br /&gt;like i did before&lt;br /&gt;never to fake or feign&lt;br /&gt;that i love and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it ever be as simple&lt;br /&gt;to like for no reason&lt;br /&gt;even if you're a cripple&lt;br /&gt;to like and not treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be able&lt;br /&gt;to trust once more&lt;br /&gt;like in an old-school fable&lt;br /&gt;to trust - forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;and soon move on&lt;br /&gt;with no rue or regret&lt;br /&gt;just memories - fond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.and i swear i hate pw.i swear.and this has been supremely long.or so i think.oh wells.off to have mass convos with my class.hee.and nicky.its wan not wan.lol.say it with me Run ((: i think i'm in love with nicky ((: HOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115987927064621044?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115987927064621044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115987927064621044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115987927064621044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115987927064621044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-i-promise-you-will-be-longlol.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/laydieyanni/friends/th_sexayenicky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115959224472849073</id><published>2006-09-30T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:57:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like oh my holy god.this is just so depressing.goodness.argh.the lies.didn't you think i'd find out???oh my holy god.this is just so deplorably depressing.haha.ding dangs.i so hate aq btw.i digress.oh my holy god.i feel so...oh my holy cow.haha.i just don't know whether to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation or to cry at the depressing-ness of the matter.oh my holy cow.argh.i'm like shaking for some GOD FORBIDDEN reason.and i like noel,boon kiat and baby g.how???utterly adorable ppl.however baby g's evil.LIKE REALLY.i'm seriously trying not to think about such oh my holy cowlish things.LOVED laughing my freaking ass off yesterday.OUCH OBI OBI!MURDERER!TIETI!how childish we indeed are.and i wanna play lilliputt.promos will be done next friday.hanging in here.haha.like really hanging on to the edge of sanity before being blown up into the cloud of insanity in which i thrive.lol.DEPLORABLE!!!argh.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.wth.wth.wth.wth.wth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115959224472849073?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115959224472849073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115959224472849073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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japan or something to get it like fixed up and all pretty again.like that's so totally cool.so i guess i can like maybe get a brain implant in like hollywood right??they get boobs there.why not brains??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the influx of bimbotic-ness but i can't belive the ridiculous reasons people come up with at 17.like who the hell are you trying to kid man?!i lie like half the time i'm awake.don't lie to a liar they say.don't play my games.it's you who'll end up hurt and despondent.really.just try if you want a feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you,i'm sorry.for what happened and for the fact that i'm just too afraid to fall again.i'm just taking away that part of my life that involves people like yourself.i'll say it.i've no balls when it comes to you and that ever present question.falling and then getting up is not easy.i just finished brushing the dirt of me.so yeah.sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;1000 - 1700hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come.touch rugby has a booth.whee!accomplishment.and we're gonna be playing in the third world schools touch rugby championships in dec.and that equates to new jerseys.and hopefully new boots for me.saw this GORGEOUS adidas red and white boots going for $45.and they have it in my size ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.had spasms over some funny shit crap ytd.i like frank people who are ever so sharp at the right time.and not simply shooting blanks.so admirable.and sexual allusions in our books are so hilarious.Come,COme,COMe,COME!and that description on page 83.nvr did i know a penis could be so poetically described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its like 5 more days to promos.and 8more days before it ends.and then it's stupid pw.but i don't care.i'll slack like there's no tomorrow.and live each day like it were my last.ok.i so need to finish reading my lit stuff.bah!!!!!!i so detest studying.really.unless it's with nice people.whee ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is neither the past nor the future that matters.it's that you get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115908884295745335?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115908884295745335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115908884295745335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115908884295745335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115908884295745335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sorry-for-being-meanie-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115884971145355780</id><published>2006-09-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:41:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what can i say when all said's and done.i really abhor feeling how i do right now.everyone needs a little loving.even me.go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song.dingdangs.female empowerment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Missig You.Stacie Orrico.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I was missing or why I ain't listen&lt;br /&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go, hurt again&lt;br /&gt;Cause of my curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be, he just had to cheat&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's different&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame in a way cause&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh&lt;br /&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I go on a search again&lt;br /&gt;When I know what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;No I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep going through life&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Love's good when it's right&lt;br /&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;br /&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone (I used to hate it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, oh feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me (knockin' at my door)&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because (it's the best day of my life)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over you&lt;br /&gt;It ain't even a problem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;and i fucking hate fucking project work.not only is it freaking group work but it's also dependent on a society who is still hushed by ARCHAIC taboos regarding troubled children.for the love of GOD!the freaking project is to help these children.spare me some time will you.sometimes i realy wonder why the hell do people ask for help but when it's given they push it away.bloody frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i still have thoughts abt me being a rather bad friend.i mean really it's like all the people who i hold dear to me have been neglected so much so that they have become far-fetched friends.it's damn saddening for friends to become strangers just because we take different paths.it just amplifies my inability to keep relationships going.even platonic ones.fuckwits.i'm pissdd with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.i shall think of the girl in that nice show who sang.tomorrow.tomorrow.i love you tomorrow.you're always a day away.so nice man.anyways to like everyone.don't sweat the small things.let it out.then leave it.move on.life's short.live a little.peace out.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.imissthetasteofcoffeeandhalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115816618688141097?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115816618688141097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115816618688141097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115816618688141097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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seriously.who talks about castration and laziness and clubbing and hot bods and asses all in the same conversation.it's just us.lollies.i'm a happy girl ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i'm damn slow la but i'm like so darn glad joakim's out of SI.seriously i think him being there made everyone sound disgusting.and i like the 2nd song paul sang ytd.i don't like how he sisngs i jsut like the song.yupps.ok.i'm randomising.but really the song is utterly cute.and really sweet eventhough its extremely corny.*put you to bed when you've too much to drink.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw.i miss horsehair.and the unbelieveably gorgeous tanning weather is making me miss her more since there's nobody who loves the sun more than us.and nobody who loathes white feet more than us.its disgusting to have white feet.really.imagine.your whole leg is tanned and when you wear flipfloppies you've *blingbling* white feet.it would look like you've athlete's feet or something.i'm vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not much to do.supposed to be studying.(read:the emphasis is on SUPPOSED).efforts just turn into chatting with people who join in my nonsense or just stuffing my face.i love to eat.really.do you know anyone else who arranges lunch to commemorate their craving for lasagne?and i still hate zul for going to m'sia when we're supposed to have lunch tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel fat.i wanna go swim but i'm menstruating.speaking of blood.i think it'll be darn weird if a women has a fear of blood.how would she ever deal with menses.everytime see blood faint.damn unlucky.and i ahte la menses.make me feel like my vagina's gonna drop off.bloody cramps and bloating.and the inability to swim.fuckwits and fucktards.i so want to be a man sometimes.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm over my i hate boys phase.1 week never see innova boys and i hate boys no more.i seriously think i'm only plagued by loathing when i'm around innova boys.they're damn boisterous.and childish.not saying that i'm not.but sometimes ah they behave like they are freakingly 7 and not 17 or 18 or even 19.and i'm here to say i hate sayeem.bloody shitass.you think you good you go do ah.URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.i'm damn random today.i'm just waiting for homes to reply to my email.pw always makes me feel like shit.want to do freaking survey also difficult.sigh.ask so many questions then in the end reject.bloody disappointing.and demoralising.might have to fake survey results for awhile before we get real results.fuckadingdongs man.the project is really for the betterment of society but so hard to get support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to play mario.there's supposedly a nice version online shall go find and play.i love mario.its such a brainless game.and it requires no form of skill whatsoever.good for lazy people like yours truly.this is a long entry i think.i think i'm going to have longer entries but lesser entries also.cause essentially the longer entries will make up the quantity of entries.same difference as short entries but a lot of entries.off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i'm a bad friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115761548711530354?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115761548711530354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115761548711530354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115761548711530354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115761548711530354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/09/key-to-good-day-is-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115746641991890693</id><published>2006-09-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:26:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>according to nas and ami darlings my blog isn't me.i don't quite get why.i do think its me.granted there is much censorship on my part lest somebody gets upset but it's still me.really.perhaps i have a split personality.like you know.public face and private self.but is that just not the case with almost everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i am in public is who people expect me to be.this way i am a conformist.a public figure.it's called PR.its a basic human instinct to want to be near people.i'm a social creature.to be a people person allows me this privilege.to be my private self in public.it would just provide basis for havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally feel strongly that public and private matters should never meet.business should not mix with pleasure.i guess perhaps that is why my blog is not necessarily a reflection of my public self.thought my blog is in essence public but my thoughts are private.much of what is said holds nuances of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am but a literature student.to think implicitly and to imply instead of proclaiming is sometimes easier.what i mean is that you need to read in between/above/under lines to understand what i'm saying.with yanni its never what you see is what you get.sure sometimes the public me shines through but that is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blog is for my private thoughts.i make known my more public thoughts quite clearly in school already.a blog is a chance for me to delve into my being and discover that there is more than what meets the eye.yanni is beyond the vulgarities.the coarse and unrefined surface.the lackadaisical.the happy-g-lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me.its a part of me i kept silent before for fear it would be shunned.but i like me.i do.and even though i may seem like a hypocrite i'm not.there are just many facets to me.i'm like a keleidescope.different with each turn and shift.who i present to the world is who i feel is appropriate to be shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope nas and ami darling understand.its still me here.its not some tome dick or harry typing this.its not a jane jill or june.its me.its still yanni.the same ol yanni you've known for the past 4 years.its the same yanni who gives the love of 10 and the wrath of a million.its still yanni.the chocoholic.its still me.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115746641991890693?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746641991890693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115746641991890693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115746641991890693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115746641991890693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/09/according-to-nas-and-ami-darlings-my.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115727965241660148</id><published>2006-09-03T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:25:44.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/bus-ed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/200/bus-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/erms...jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i want to cut my hair but i love how my hair looks in a french plait.gorgeous with my blue lace camisole.god.i want short hair cause it's undeniably easier to manage.and short b&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/bus-ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed hair looks gloriously sexy unlike long hair which just looks - to put it nicely - dishevelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yanni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115727965241660148?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115727965241660148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115727965241660148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115727965241660148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115727965241660148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-cut-my-hair-but-i-love-how.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115711006316657283</id><published>2006-09-01T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:27:43.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read some thing.and i guess it gave me the inspiration to write this.even though like agathon says,even god can't change the past.i've the right to revisit it.it's just that today's a speacial day for somebody i once deemed the centre of my world.perfect it might not necessarily be.but it was to me.belive it or not.i was happy.albeit the tumultousness of it all.i was happy.it's difficulti should never lie about this.each time we "parted" a part of me died.but it always got resurrected(?) whenever you came back.i was a sucker for you.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it finally dawned upon me that you were never going to come back.i just went into zombie mode.i was this happy goober in school but i was dying inside.all my ranting and raving on this blog were done hoping against hope that you'd actually read how it affected me.but heck.my name's yanni for a reason.i started doing my thang.got out.dated.flirted.flinged.but it just wasn't the same.i kept comparing.when i finally stopped was when you told me clear and loud sometime in june that you were exclusively dating her.i told myself then that i'd be happy for you and i'd be over you and i'd get you out of my pretty little head.and i did.for awhile.what did me in was seeing you with her.it felt weird.i don't know how to put it.i was hyperventilating and all that.and my heart was thumping.but i felt...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd cry when i got home that day.i really did.afterall it was only natural i did right?considering that you were my whatever and all.but i guess my resolve's stronger than what i thought.i refused to cry.maybe it was because my resevoir of tears have dried up.maybe it was because i didn't want my mascara to run.whatever it was.it was a sign that showed me.that indeed that which does not break you will make you stronger.i may not have initially came out of my relationship with you a winner.but somehow i've found my footing.somehow i've gotten over it all.somehow it doesn't hurt me anymore to look at the one picture of us.it doesn't kill me anymore to go where we once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and above all.somehow i found more reasons to live.somehow i found more reasons to write.somehow i found the inspiration to rhyme.somehow i found me.and i like who i found.i like me.for once in my life i don't want to be somebody else.after a long while.i found the confidence to walk around alone and laugh at ppl who come to me with relationship problems and yet pity me for not having a boyfriend.ironic eh?i'm happy single-ing.i find GREATER pleasure in mocah and books than in an excruciatingly weak conversationalist in the form of a guy.and i have more fun with my girlfriends.yeah i miss being pampered.but who the heck cares when life's good.it was great.but hey people move on.here's to you on your 17th birthday hunney.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/hmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/200/hmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/hmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115711006316657283?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115711006316657283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115711006316657283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115711006316657283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115711006316657283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-read-some-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115702605027527631</id><published>2006-08-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:07:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooo...staying back until 9 for the past few days have paid off.our performance was *THE BOMB* dead tired now.going to catch up on sleep and mugging.i'm scared shitless of retaining okay.it really explains why i'm studying like crap now.god.anyways met up with nas darls today.love her to bits.my squishy orange.caught up.and darls i won't fall for him.don't worry.i need intellectual conversations.i sound snobbish.god forbids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115702605027527631?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702605027527631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115702605027527631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115702605027527631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115702605027527631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/soooo_31.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115677629299790027</id><published>2006-08-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:44:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially addicted to jeans and gloriously gorgeous pointy flats.extremely sexy.i'm into wearing shirts currently.unbottoned it looks naughty.buttoned it looks decent.me and my endless dichotomies.go figure.i hate arguing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115677629299790027?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115677629299790027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115677629299790027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115677629299790027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115677629299790027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-officially-addicted-to-jeans-and.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115660587041720138</id><published>2006-08-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:24:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want a cig.damn it.i hate boys.i love horsehair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115660587041720138?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115660587041720138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115660587041720138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115660587041720138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115660587041720138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-cig.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115642964514766993</id><published>2006-08-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:27:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooo.i freaking hate bluhdie hate ms yeo.i'm sorry but you are not listening to what your students are saying.you hear but you don't listen.there is a STARK difference.i bet even you know that.sheesh.anyways i wanna go for the international touch comp at yck this sat.and i want gold hoops and bangles.whee.i wanna learn how to drum too.freakshits.i am still afraid.i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115642964514766993?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115642964514766993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115642964514766993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115642964514766993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115642964514766993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115625739075710996</id><published>2006-08-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:36:30.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a freaking mugger wannabee.argh.can't belive i actually stayed back for night study after talentime practice.and i was actually productive s: feel so weird since i've never really seriously studied.lollies.i guess the fear of retaining is getting to me.speaking of fears.i must say this, i am afraid of the future.it's filled with so many unknowns.indeed it'll be interesting to uncover what is not known but the fear still exists.oh dang.got caught for being vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115625739075710996?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115625739075710996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115625739075710996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115625739075710996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115625739075710996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-freaking-mugger-wannabee.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115607915458786309</id><published>2006-08-20T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:05:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i went out with the same guy for 2 days in a row.he's nice.makes me laugh.tolerates my random outburts of feminist statements.but.there's always a but isn't there.haha.he smokes albeit not around me.but.hmmm.shitake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115607915458786309?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115607915458786309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115607915458786309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115607915458786309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115607915458786309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-went-out-with-same-guy-for-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115590717770744607</id><published>2006-08-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:19:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/320/jumping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jumping.jumping.jumping.nice to be high.nice to feel high.like being and feeling high.whatever.i love nas who had an early dinner with me.and ami.hee.sorry nvr accompany you.damn tired.sleep deprived.high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115590717770744607?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115590717770744607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115590717770744607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115590717770744607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115590717770744607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/jumping.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115574336987959356</id><published>2006-08-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:49:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/caucus-ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/320/caucus-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all hyped up for a hands-in.as one we shout.as a team we play.as individuals we put in our best.as individuals we are responsible for the limits we push ourselves to.above and beyond personal physical limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115574336987959356?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115574336987959356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115574336987959356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115574336987959356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115574336987959356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-hyped-up-for-hands-in.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115556671175659573</id><published>2006-08-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:45:11.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/CIMG1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/200/CIMG1373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i so believe in the importance of inner beauty.explains my desire for pretty panties and bras doesn't it.good investments=girl boxers in retro prints.i look retarded in this picture.haha.anyway still on inner beauty.i miss striking sport bras.i want a gorgeous lime green on.a fireman red one would be nice too.haha.but i think a fireman red lacy one would be saucier.oh wells.its all for my viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115556671175659573?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115556671175659573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115556671175659573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115556671175659573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115556671175659573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-so-believe-in-importance-of-inner.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115530130499277849</id><published>2006-08-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:56:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hands.hands.hands.my hand's feeling under appreciated.it's special though.it shook some seriously importantly cool hands before.dr shashir tharoor.mr tharman.mr president.pm lee.sm goh.mm lee.yours.painful pinky )): i want to rhyme again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115530130499277849?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115530130499277849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115530130499277849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115530130499277849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115530130499277849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hands.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115512495746650597</id><published>2006-08-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:02:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/pic25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/200/pic25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;words uttered once too often.it's not all good though.it's jeopardised one too many things.and the person who wrote this seemed to live by it.but cause of that person i was made to feel...i dunno.peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115512495746650597?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115512495746650597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115512495746650597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115512495746650597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115512495746650597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-uttered-once-too-often.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115495699608039622</id><published>2006-08-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:23:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/320/lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this pisture.it's oddly serene.anyways people complain too often, too much about the lack of stars in singapore but what i think is that these people are too lazy to be bothered to look beyond the dark clouds looming overhead and the dazzling singapore skyline to see the numerous stars twinkling, ever so present behind it all.similar is this not to the society we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115495699608039622?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115495699608039622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115495699608039622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115495699608039622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115495699608039622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-this-pisture.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115485401573231411</id><published>2006-08-06T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T16:46:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reclusing.i need my time.i just don't care anymore.i'm through.really.too tired to bother.it's just not worth it.and i'm not inconsistent.it's only a matter of whether i let my feelings be known or not.go screw stingrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115485401573231411?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115485401573231411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115485401573231411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115485401573231411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115485401573231411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/reclusing.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115452209842887607</id><published>2006-08-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:34:58.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've about had it with simply thrashing out and not just cutting the problem from where it stems.eventhough no names will be mentioned, i think things will be rather obvious.who knows so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you please stop using your f-king sickness as an excuse for ppl to pity you.for things to go your way.for EVERYTHING?!?!so what if you can die anytime.so bloody what?you're not the only "SICK" one around.i've abou had it with your sob stories.shut up already.stop pretending to be happy when all you want to be is sad.NOBODY is affected if you're sad la.please.you've little influece over how people feel.get that in your supposedly pretty little head please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please ah.can you stop contradicting yourself.at first you were so unhappy when he didn't seem to be able to get along with those around him but you got OVERLY upset when he finally decided that perhaps he'd rather not be around you so much so that he can quell what he feels fr you.and please ah THINK!put yourself in his shoes.how would you feel if he told you EVERYDAY how much he loves your BESTFRIEND when he KNOWS how much you love him.the bloody guy's only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.when the 1st guy.let's call him mr.x supposedly drifts away from you and gets supposedly closer to another girl, you get all sad and what not and go to MY closest guy friend mr.z.hello???how the shit do you expect me to react?and you come to me saying hey you know what he told me about the girl he likes.hello???i'm the 1st person he told.if you were trying to make me jealous.forget it!he's just a FRIEND.close as i feel i am to him.get real.stop living in this fantastical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can you STOP saying things without thinking???i know i'm the same but i most times my words are said to hurt those who hurt me first.yours are said without basis.yours hurt INNOCENT people.yours imply the impossible.you expect mr.x a person who loves you like no other to simply forget you like as if he can do it by just snapping his fingers.you expect him to go to the girl he supposedly grew closer too.but what you don't realise is that mr.x and that girl have always been close it's just that RECENTLY you realised he's close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.i'm just so full of anger.but nvm.i have nas baby whom i went out with today for a bout of shopping.and ami darling who i hope i will see soon so that i can complain endlessly.haha.going for the touch rugby tingy at turf cty this sat.about time i watched some serious touch rugby man.coach aka haz aka god picked me to represent ijc for s'pore in the asian touch rugby comp in nov/dec.freaking opportunity of a lifetime.bloody happy ((: shan't harp on what upsets me and be with horsehair always.i love people who love me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115452209842887607?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115452209842887607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115452209842887607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115452209842887607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115452209842887607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-about-had-it-with-simply-thrashing.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115396086045381193</id><published>2006-07-27T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:41:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>malay oratorical competition is revolting.sorry.having mr goat directly in front of me didn't do much for me.haha.ANYWAY loads of great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i.Touch got 2nd for the plate finals which means we are the 6th team out of 20 more experienced teams&lt;br /&gt;2. we're getting haz as coach!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. i sms-ed him last night and am still happy though he got sorta mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm faking injuries so that i can wear slippers to school ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much all there is.haha.pool session this sat.can't wait to waer my couple shirt with horsehair.i'm so BI! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115396086045381193?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115396086045381193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115396086045381193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115396086045381193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115396086045381193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/07/malay-oratorical-competition-is.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115373545049484627</id><published>2006-07-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:04:10.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nerves.&lt;br /&gt;tuessday - malay oratorical competition&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - SRU touch rugby&lt;br /&gt;i need you.fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115373545049484627?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115373545049484627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=115373545049484627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115373545049484627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/115373545049484627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/07/nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115329366767380073</id><published>2006-07-19T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:08:34.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided that since I speak neither good English nor write any linguistic masterpieces during GP, I am going to use this blog to practice my English. Yes, I am reverting to my bombastic vocabulary, even if I do say so myself. Anyway please do forgive me for what I believe is going to be a relatively long post. It’s been awhile since I blew off steam. No prizes for guessing why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really rather disappointed with a certain somebody. It seems that broken promises are his/her forte. It truly hurts when someone whom you once regarded as a confidante treats you as though nothing ever transpired. Sometimes, it gets as bad as the aforementioned person blatantly ignoring you. Forgetting and thus forgoing manners and all other forms of social adequacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a person even I would not want to live with. I have turned into what people would colloquially term a wuss. I am disgusted with myself for having lost most of my ability to reprimand when it is called for. Indeed it makes me someone much nicer in the eyes of the world but I have also become a weaker person in the sense that I am unable to voice my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not as much as a breeze as it used to be. I actually found it marginally tasking to have to write the previous 3 paragraphs is almost perfect English. How dreadful. English used to be second nature to me. I swear in English for crying out loud. Perhaps it is the lack of usage of proper English that is making English seem like such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with my ranting and raving. I seriously LOVE (notice the capitalised letters) the following things/people. Shelly – my partner in crime; tanning – because it makes me look healthy; white bikinis – for its classy look; Amirul –my part-time boyfriend who secretly loves me; 0643A (with the exception of Deeben Raj s/o Rouben) – for being nice; and of course you – not for being who you are but for making me who I am when I am with you. God, how much cornier could I ever get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I feel so psyched up for next Wednesday. We’re actually taking the upcoming SRU fixtures seriously. It is such a relieve to have members who help me in my captaining of i.Touch and who appear to be equally passionate about touch rugby. To have a co-captain who despite his skirt-chasing pastime has suggestions and beneficial strategies only make me love i.Touch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget let me be another emo-freak for a grand total of the time you will take to read this paragraph. I am so depressed that for the first year since I turned 12, I have not been told that there is someone out there who likes me. I had a hard time swallowing this down since I did once upon a time have flat hair, weird clothes, high socks, white shoes and yet I had my fair share of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that is pretty much all I have to say but Yanni being me, I will always keep some, more private thoughts to myself. It does you no good to hang all your dirty laundry for everyone to see. You never know just how contorted things can get in this world we live in. A world that seems to hold parallels with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something there is moves me to love. And I do know I love, but know not how nor why.&lt;br /&gt;- Alexander Brome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/TANNED.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/320/TANNED.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partners in crime ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115329366767380073?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-115266994199614099</id><published>2006-07-12T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:56:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm here to say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm not dead as many might have prayed and wished for.my net's just down and i'm avoiding the net due to stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm phoneless due to stuff.call me at home.ask me for my home number.&lt;br /&gt;3. i hate being fat )): weight taking is such a depressing thing.&lt;br /&gt;4. i love nas baby, ami darling and zul sweets.they remind me why i can actually still survive all the shit that's ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate pw and people's attitude about it.wake up and smell the shit.it's really about time.it's MID-JULY for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;6.i've been sick 4 blardie times as off february and my mummy guessed why.doesn't take a rocket scientist to know why either.&lt;br /&gt;7.i'm still in love with touch rugby and the ruggers.&lt;br /&gt;8.i'm tanned after sentosa outing but still get mistaken for a chinese.dang!&lt;br /&gt;9.i miss talking to a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;10.hashwin aka mr goat aka my eyecandy freaking-ly introduced me to his gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.i've updated.i know it's not much but some things are best left unsaid eh.one person knows what's going on.and that's the one person who's becoming by the day more of a stranger.so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-115266994199614099?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/115266994199614099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.shit.endless shit.our resolution paper is screwed.i don't know what's happening to our working paper.and i've so many things to carry tomorrow )): and to top it all off.he replied my email.and it's just so sad.and i'm trying my best to put it out of my head - what he said.god.help me.and it just seems so crazy to me.so ludicrious.so audacious.so...****ai.i guess in some ways i needed him to say what he did.but in others...oh ***k.dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.thanks for being truthful.i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114960865368909976?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114960865368909976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114960865368909976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114960865368909976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114960865368909976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/06/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114952078569323988</id><published>2006-06-05T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:22:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when others speak to me about the happiness at which they receive that solitary greeting from that special someone, whatever the time, all I seem to be able to do is smile. a smile so bitter it hurts. when we stepped into the classroom on saturday night, everything came back to me. to finger the tables and the walls and to sit in your chair. it felt like so long ago when one of us would come over and just sit or stand around – waiting. and it was only until the end of Saturday did I realise that what I had then was a privilege and not a right. though I may cry enough to fill the river Nile, it’s just too late. so much has transpired. too much perhaps. I don’t know. maybe I refuse to know. heck. i want anything but now. for it is now that I long for what I had and what we were but it is also now that I wish upon the few stars that my yearnings disappear. it does one no good to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.you know it's you i speak off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114952078569323988?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114952078569323988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114952078569323988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114952078569323988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114952078569323988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-others-speak-to-me-about.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114917583590633500</id><published>2006-06-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:30:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a wise person (whose name i've forgotten) once said.&lt;br /&gt;don't walk in front of me, i may not follow.&lt;br /&gt;don't walk behind me, i may not lead.&lt;br /&gt;walk beside me and be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling in the pits.the utterly despairing pits.why do people look to me for directions when i am just so freaking lost and confused and so tired.why not someone else?WHY ME?!?!why not someone who is a school councillor?why not someone who is older?WHY ME?!?! damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't want to see you today.didn't nee to see you.of all the people in the singapore i had to see today why did it have to be you?and it just did me in.i pretended not to care.but when you went off.i couldn't help but just look at your retreating back.WHY?!?!damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is it like impossble to find alternatives when you don't have the best option open to you?you hear but you don't listen.you read but you don't comprehend.i'm just so sick of it all.i just want to scream and sit at home watching reruns.but i can't.damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to a point where i just don't want to talk anymore.where i just don't want to feel anymore.where i just don't want to be me anymore.i'm just too tired to keep up with the oh-i'm-so-happy-and-giggly-and-nothing-is-bothering-me act.i'm simply too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.you know it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114917583590633500?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114917583590633500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114917583590633500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114917583590633500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114917583590633500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/06/wise-person-whose-name-ive-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114889895630944556</id><published>2006-05-29T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:34:26.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/1600/i.touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4112/925/320/i.touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blacks fun touch.heavy rain.mud bath.slides.fakes.tries.cuts. bruises.blood.was a good day overall.yeah sure a certain sch with unfashionable yellow jerseys played dirty but it was fine.we've nth to lose.anyways innova girls got 5th and 9th positions out of 12.not bad considering we're noobs and that we're coachless.lol.love i.touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway finally caught mi:3,x-men 3 and the hedge.decided against da vinci since it supposedly doesn't do the book any justice.so yeah.thanks for the treat J.got myself new glasses also.funky brown,green,yellow and white plastic frame.and the optician praised me for maintaining my eyesight for 1.5 years.but i apparently have astigmatism )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.wtvr.farrer park inter-school this coming wednesday.hope the pitch won't be half as bad as ccab's.and i learnt my lesson.wtvr the weather,ALWAYS bring extra everything ((: and nobody died from bringing an umbrella out.gay as it may be.it will still save one from the torential singapore rain.lol.and bring sandals please.wet feet+dirty shoes=WMD ((: LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114889895630944556?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114889895630944556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114889895630944556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114889895630944556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114889895630944556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/blacks-fun-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114864310053451626</id><published>2006-05-26T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:31:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a little something i read.enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate A.Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate B.He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate C.He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these candidates would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.Candidate B is Winston Churchill.Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question: If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Amateurs...built the ark.&lt;br /&gt;Professionals...built the Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114864310053451626?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114864310053451626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114864310053451626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114864310053451626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114864310053451626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-little-something-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114856903185632835</id><published>2006-05-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:58:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love touch!!!we rock!!!PLEASE!!!all other ccas just pale in comparison ((: lol.played in the wet but not muddy field today.after training practically everyone was pushed into or dragged or carried into the very full steeple chase ((: was darn fun!!!anyway friendly was cancelled due to the heavy downpour )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.that aside.i need to like get my term break into order.&lt;br /&gt;before 31 may: collect jerseys&lt;br /&gt;31 may:inter-school touch comp. farrer park.&lt;br /&gt;29 may-2 june: bridging )):&lt;br /&gt;2-5 june: PILOT PROJECT&lt;br /&gt;7-9 june: SMUN&lt;br /&gt;20 june: SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;23 june: end of GPP ((:&lt;br /&gt;25 june: last day of term break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while juggling intensive research and smun and god-know-what-else, i have to study like crazy for 26 -30 june:summer test )): i need to pass 2 h1 and 1 h2.my fate for gp and mt is sealed since i already did the papers ytd )): jc life is draining )): BUT i have my darling touch ruggers and gilbert.lol.anyways i'm off to do the second half of my gpp now.take care y'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.i'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114856903185632835?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114856903185632835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114856903185632835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114856903185632835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114856903185632835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-touchwe-rockpleaseall-other.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114830186964183121</id><published>2006-05-22T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:44:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got to say this MI carnival was nice.it was good to see nas darling.it was nice to put a face to faizal.it was great kicking and fooling around with ami sweetie.saw angelia baby also.hot babe of pae ijc.and nas.i hate art!!!and your notebooks are so pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream i had last night has been bugging me out the whole day.and i think i was very easily aggitated today.i'm so sorry if i snapped.it's just that i wanted to be alone with my thoughts.i know its rather unreasonable of me but it was just an instinctive  reaction )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having friendly with republic poly this thursday.balcks fun touch this sunday and we're like so inexperienced.as a team and as individuals.my skilld at the very least need much polishing.indeed the games are for experience purposes but i want us to win.i want touch to be an official cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.i've got to chill.relax and find pleasure in the small beauties on life.smile cause it uses up lesser muscles.don't worry it'll encourage white hair growth.lol.i'm a vain vain pot.lovely.vicky said i'm cute.ahhh shy!hahha.since which century also i dont know.but oh wells. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114830186964183121?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114830186964183121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114830186964183121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114830186964183121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114830186964183121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-got-to-say-this-mi-carnival-was.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114804442293598970</id><published>2006-05-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:13:42.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the powerful choleric one rhymes again.been a while since i last wrote my last piece so this is my diamond in the rough.will post it when its polished to perfection.9days to blacks fun touch and trainings have been neglected by everyone )): however it was fun playing with the guys yesterday.touch really takes my mind off of every single one of my worries.so does running actually.running 4x100m was just...MARV.shall run again next year.anyways i'm gonna like see nas and ami and god knows who else tmr.YEAH!*lepaskan rindu* lollies.so i'm like swamped with work.gpp is proving to be a daunting task and smun is just stressing me out.and i'm hating my role as lit rep )): anyways i want to say CONGRATS to my wonderous class 0643A for being the highest point contributor to Aquila-our house.lovelovelove my classs.they're the source of my smiles these days ((: and i hate stupid deeben aka gay boy.stop pulling my hair!!! or i'll pull your eyelashes and your leg hair and your head hair and i'll poke your sides and kick your shins and bully you endlessly about _______. muahhahhahahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bigger your balls the easier to smash.&lt;br /&gt;   the longer your dick the easir to pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114804442293598970?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114785976910444092</id><published>2006-05-17T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:56:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yakitty-yakitty-yak-yak.from last night while doing a very overdue gpp until this very moment.i've been chatting.caught up with hafiz.after what seems like years.feels good to have the air cleared.man i miss his ass.lol.chatted with faizal who was such a sweetie.helped me with my gpp.thanks.spoke to the very quiet due to hmwk syahid.who said i'm funny.(these guys are nuts) also showed zaki the position paper for smun.and got complimented for my writing.reminded of why i love english.talked to haashir also.lol.spent a good half of the day today talking to fad.the marvels of girl-to-girl chatting.caught up on much needed sleep after days of staying up doing mountains of work.today was good.loved last night and today.the delectable boys who made my day and the born funny fad who made my aftn.lol.God is Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114785976910444092?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114785976910444092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114785976910444092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114785976910444092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114785976910444092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/yakitty-yakitty-yak-yak.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114759827668740204</id><published>2006-05-14T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:17:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's silly really when i think of the reason(s) why i miss certain people.take nas for example.i miss her as my fickle minded,flabby armed and orange partner.as for amirul.i miss his morning joviality and the tolerance he has for my complete and utter nonsense.i even miss the god-forbiddenly ugly zul for his vain ways and his unbelievably limited vocabulary.hahhaz.but the most ridiculous reason is for missingyou.i miss you because i miss getting piggyback rides ((: utterly absurd when it's spelled out this way but some things just can't be explained in words-the vernacular of the human soul.LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114759827668740204?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114759827668740204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114759827668740204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114759827668740204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114759827668740204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-silly-really-when-i-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114736051733237250</id><published>2006-05-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:15:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think death is such an irony.it brings people together yet someone is passing on.and i was thinking if i already almost dropped my phone, how wld i react if my grandfather passed.he looked after me.he's the father figure of my life.the most important man in my life.to lose him would almost be like losing a limb-nt that i've lost one before but...i suppose it's the closest equivalent.you're without a support.i hope he'll be as healthy and strong as he is for many years to come cause i want him to see me graduate from uni.god willing.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.school has been a BITCH!we're swamped with an avalanche of work starting from monday all through the week.tutorials have been pure torture.weather has been hell.what with our impractical fire and waterproof uniforms.sheesh.i was just thinking.if ever the sch burns down, all that'll be left is a mass of sch uniforms in the place where students once stood.just imagine the headlines. INNOVA JUNIOR COLLEGE FIRE. COLLEGE UNIFORMS ONLY SURVIVOR.like hello???fireproof and sinapore weather just don't agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.training and Gilbert which were supposed to be a respite has been neglected.i miss proper trainings.rugby tennis,ball passings,leg loops,games,games and more games!my life.yanni the mugger rugger.gawd.gilbert,the love of my life.hahhaz.since there's a lack of single cute boys in school, gilbert shall replace them all.my lovely gilbert.so hard and fun.fit perfectly into the erms curves of my body.to hold you close to me brings me such joy.o gilbert.i love you my rugby ball! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaz.that was utterly random!lollies.i'm just blocking all negativity out of my head.it matters not.if it don't matter to you,i won't give crap about it either.anyways.special commend for the j1 aquila 4x400m runners.good run just now.some of you performed above what i expected of you.well done.hope my team will do as well on monday!sling,sya,shelly and myself.my nerves.hope and pray we'll do well or at the very least not get last.i know that sounds like so elfish but sometimes it can't be helped. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.i think i'm going to turm in soon.or perhaps i'll watch Munich on DVD.or mabe i'll go eat.yummy!and to debunk all myth about JC students having no life i'm here to say that i'm going on this sat and next too! ((: ok fine the first half of this sat is for GPP but the second half's for fun ((: and my group of GFs are probably going to MoS on 30th May.party like mad until dawn.can put all the dancing that we do in sch to good use ((: hahhaz.can do fad's stupid finger move. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right.so i'm off now.btw to nas,thanks for intro-ing.to faizal,was nice chtting with you.to haashir,thanks for the prata.to you,love your hair when it's disheveled.to shelly and fad,no life ah go esplanade and emo.then go emo nvr ask me.MANGKOK!to the rest of the wonderful people in my wonderful life.i know you love me.nlb,bugis,shopping and bbq.HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.apparently i'm too loud )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114736051733237250?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114736051733237250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114736051733237250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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doing something about things that have been bothering me.why is it taht when i try to right it, it goes wrong instead.good god.help me.want so badly to tell you how nice it is to fall in step beside you.to sit beside you.to indulge in our childish banter.BUT i must keep mum cause it just ain't right.on top of that.i can't belive i sent you that msg.but i guess it was about time i said what i said.for you have indeed ceased to be my everything.however as always the mere thought of you and what we shared.god pls give me strength to go on.but i'm glad i worked things out with her.that would be the sole reason i can sleep tonight.it feels good to have the misunderstandings set right.dear god pls bless your kind soul.i so seriously hate mondays.can't wait for training.the love of my life.for now.and my workload.god forbids so much work.ANYWAY on to happier things.i got 13:09 for my 2.4 ((: with Him in mind.i run my best.am truly proud of the girls.WELL DONE!marvelous effort.anyways i'm loving this song.you can take a listen to it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.video.aol.com/video.index.adp?mode=1&amp;pmmsid=1472613&amp;amp;referer=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.windowsmedia.com"&gt;http://us.video.aol.com/video.index.adp?mode=1&amp;pmmsid=1472613&amp;amp;referer=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.windowsmedia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Next Door; Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;Small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Shes the star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way to deny shes lovely&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside shes ugly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous I can't help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutante&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;Never to harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll admit it I'm a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;Oh an I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;I spend all my time wishin that I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit she gets a little more&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and... she's Miss America&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the girl next door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114709355775106381?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114709355775106381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114709355775106381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114709355775106381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114709355775106381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-post-is-gonna-be-so-damn-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114675136576142303</id><published>2006-05-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:02:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had training and i flew!!!we were playing mixed teams fun touch and boys will be boys.a guy whose name i shan't mention whacked my back, and i was lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the push and i fell on my right side a few feet away ((: NO BROKEN BONES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collapsed yesterday.flew today.wonder what will happen to me tomorrow.hahhaz.was not on form today.during both PE and training.very distracted.but training was as always fun.despite the danger it poses.hahhaz.i now have a permanent fear of ___.lollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i've about had it with you.seriously speaking your actions have become from justifiable to simply-CHILDISH.you might not realise it but you truly are breaking my heart.and to think we were sooooo close not too long ago.tell me.how have i wronged you?HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i think i'm crushing on someone.muahhhahhahahaz.seriously unlucky guy.but to have made me think as such you must have been something so ya.hahhaz.you too my mind off HIM and that is no mean feat.really.thanks man.really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.pardon my limited vocab.fad darling has such  bad influence on me.with her "you so meeeeaaaann".it's just so much easier to be dumb then be normal.cause fad,who was born FUNNY,will just not get it.will she?hahhaz.she'll be saying "you so mean" right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.guess that's it for me today.off to sleep.and ZAKI dateline for the position paper is extended.breathe easy!ugh!my chest still hurts.I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!hahhaz.nights everyone.LOVE!HUGS!KISSES(for girls only)!hahhaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114675136576142303?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114675136576142303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114675136576142303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114675136576142303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114675136576142303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/had-training-and-i-flewwe-were-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114666355690196422</id><published>2006-05-03T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:39:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANG!so irritated with myself.how can i give in to pain?SINCE WHEN DID YANNI GIVE IN TO PAIN?!?! %*&amp;@ (#* shitass.so darn angry with myself.why?stupid man.argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm irritated with you.actually it's more of upset than ath else.your nonchalance just really hits me right smack and i just feel like collapsing again.shld have expected it though.ahhh.wtvr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways sch's been fine and dandy.caught up with my work on monday.had a marv weekend.hehhez.flag day.shopping.sleeping.happy ((: easier to be happy than sad.use lesser muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.i have man arms.i mean-biceps.its so prominent la.wen i flex.its like one egg pops up on my scrawny arm.so damn guy la.nvm.0643A girls shall be half-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.wtvr la.i shall go and sleep w/o having done ath.GP.econs.lit.all undone.wtvr.i'm gonna die if i have to run 2.4 tmr.i want t eaither maintain my 13:20 timing or get sub 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i can get sub 12.don't dare exert.scared sia if got repeat of just now.hahhaz.not funny bodoh.oh crap.i need to shit.all right  man.off now!!!POOP MORE IMPT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114666355690196422?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114666355690196422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114666355690196422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114666355690196422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114666355690196422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/05/dangso-irritated-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114622543818052608</id><published>2006-04-28T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:57:18.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mind's in an awful mess.i'm in an awful mess.crap shit.when i decided to let out.water works all around.does not do to come home to an empty house.it's been too long.realised that i haven't been smiling unless it's for pictures.almost caused a fire at home today.that's how screwdd i am.was reheating food and i just forgot all about it.if not for my sis who came home.i'd probably be choking on smoke now.ARGH!dammit.WHY???fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114622543818052608?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114622543818052608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114622543818052608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114622543818052608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114622543818052608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-minds-in-awful-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114605459486603508</id><published>2006-04-26T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:29:54.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i even bother msg-ing you?dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114605459486603508?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114605459486603508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114605459486603508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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what it is you're trying to tell me.so exactly what is making you keep mum about wtvr it is that's bothering you.sadly i feel awkward even trying to talk to you.you distanced yourself from me.strangers we have inevitably became.tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.crap.i miss you.still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114588452029755650?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114588452029755650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114588452029755650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope none of the shit that happened today will repeat itself during camp.please man.keep your differences for another day.settle it like EDUCATED men.use your brains not your fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utterly upset by what transpired.glad i had nutella at home to eat.ilovechocolates.i really really do.at least it doesn't disappoint me.like ppl tend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.i think husher's friend who thinks i'm cute need to see an optomologist and get prescription glasses man.funky.funky.at least that made me laugh despite the horrendous situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shldn't think of such negative thoughts.negativity makes me sick.and i don't want to be sick for camp.heez.tmr's friday.YEAH!camp with aquila and saggitarius ppl.and annual awards ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.smth i somewhat slogged for to get.and i got it.maybe hard work does pay off ((: lollies.hopefully all will go well tmr.yups.i'm so nervous i wanna poop.ooops.TMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite.guess i'll be off then.won't be posting in awhile.need to let things simmer down and i've alot of things to do.ooooooh.MY PI IS GOOD ((: says my supervising tutor.*jumps* ciao.baise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114553812275984428?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114553812275984428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114553812275984428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114553812275984428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114553812275984428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks-for-not-even-bothering-to.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114536415320821434</id><published>2006-04-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:26:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which guy in the right state of mind will like ME? funky.funky.came to this conclusion at pizza hut.heez.it's true btw.oh wells.wtvr.they're the ones missing out.muahahhahaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pardon me for the vulgarities to come.but i just don't know what's up with me.i fucking miss you like fuckshit man.fuckwit sia.dammit.today was like fucking crap walking in the fucking rain.FUCK MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im tired ah.ytd waas a long day man.one of the longest i've had so far.nvm.for a friend.nvm.hahhaz.thanks to those who comforted me.lollies ((: sorry ah.i know it was random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waiting for ami my darling who i miss like nonsense to come online after he's done trying to kill himself ((: nobody wakes me up in the morning like ami does ah.and he tolerates me ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm off now.need to do homework )): i hate MT!bleugh*not onlt i hate.alot of ppl also.8 ppl(+ ME) ponned MT today.it was an empty class.too bad for fat cikgu ahmad.just too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yanni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.it's lightning not lighting that zigzags across the sky ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114536415320821434?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114536415320821434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114536415320821434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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look like one.so we are complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was down with cough and flu and you said that to cheer me up.makes me smile thinking of it all.hahhaz ((: so much has transpired.and more will happen.just a matter of what and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.been rotting happily at home ((: and when i decided to go out.i meet my sweet aj umbrella share-r ((: his umbrella sharing after training one night was just so random and nice.chatted then went off ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things that have been happening that's making me happy.i love God.his garce fills my days with such joy.decided to start dancing again.but i'm so darn rusty it's unforgivable. )): oh wells.as long as i'm happy ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished all my assignments except for hsitory cause i cleverly left my notes in school.did my UNESCO reading.trying to read DOM.but it's no fun reading a play.complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get colouring book.shelly yeo xue li has influenced me to wanna buy colouring book.say what you want.but I think that colouring's fun and miraculously destresses.hahhaz ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i hate MENses.my mammaries hurt.i have darn cramps.and my "nokia" is in such agony.hope it'll be over by friday.before camp.before annual awards.before FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.my entries are nonsensical.damn no life.hahhaz.wtvr man.i'm happy.and i don't give a shit about YOU!hahhaz.ok.i'm RANDOM-ing.blahdy blah blahhhh.lollies ((: off now.ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114517104263825912?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114517104263825912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114517104263825912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114517104263825912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114517104263825912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/mei-sound-like-frog-youi-look-like-one.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114501485041008762</id><published>2006-04-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:46:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Venue:National University of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Event:Model United Nations Conference 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 7-9 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;Organisation:UNESCO&lt;br /&gt;Country:Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;Representatives: Ahmad Zaki and Nur Fahriyanni(Team 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be the coolest and probably most mentally challenging thing i'm about to do.and i can barely wait.hahhaz.another once in a lifetime opportunity.let's see how it goes ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NAS!and it felt so good to see her last weds.lunch and cards was just fantabulous!and she assured me that she'll try to come next friday ((: whee* i won't be alone afterall.lollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHARON,FADHILLAH,SHELLY.JANICE &amp;amp; AMIRAH too!we're just a bunch of perverse ppl and WE LOVE TAMPONS.went for lunch.thurs ended perfectly. ((: hahhhaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh!The Salmon Dance or also known as Dance of a Thousand Hands is so darn cool!Possibly 0643A's campfire's item?can't wait for camp!mr goat.bang.mr black.EYECANDIES!hahhhaz ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can't have the one you want take the next closest substitute.hahhaz.life is GOOD!0643A is KINKY!yanni is HAPPY!sincerely and truly.and God is GREAT!heez ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're talking.and for now.it's enough to keep me happy.i derive pleasure from the simple things in life.and that's why i'm so happy these days.contented like a cheshire cat brian would say ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.carpe diem!and amour!it'll make you a happy person.expel all negativity from your life.and the grass will look much much greener on your side of the fence ((: BAISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.will YOU be there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114501485041008762?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114501485041008762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114501485041008762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114501485041008762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114501485041008762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/venuenational-university-of-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114484563940494741</id><published>2006-04-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:40:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm scared.please understand.i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114484563940494741?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114484563940494741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114484563940494741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114484563940494741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114484563940494741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114467590584907652</id><published>2006-04-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:31:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love shelly,zaki and sharon.shelly for being random and high with me.zaki for treating me to dinner and sharon for teaching me smth new today. ((: i am a happy girl ((: hahhaz.BELAY SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i feel so stupid and gullible.had maths test and jsut cause the qns is 5m i happily WASTE my time on that qns and didn't get to finish my paper!!!i'm so screwdd!!!felt like the BIGGEST idiot on earth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw my eye hurts like nonsense.it hurts even when i blink.i don't want to lose my eye!aiyah.maybe it's cause i rubbed it too much.lollies.nobody stops me now.nobody to encourage me to not rub :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking and i was like...who wld actually see me go take my principal book prize.who wld actually give a damn.who wld actually come back for me.this is just so saddening )): cause i don't think anyone'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.nvm.i guess it'll be ok.i mean it's nth big and impt.(BUT IT IS TO ME).ugh.it's smth i've always wanted but nvr thought i could get simply cause i thought there were others better out there.haiz  -_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.i'm just being random la.I MISS NAS!hahhaz.I MISS AMI!also.hahhaz.aiyah.but i'm too damn busy la.*sings* i miss you, miss you.hahhaz.yanni=extreme nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i shld go.stl got STUPID and POINTLESS malay compo to do.i LOVE mt.and i absolutely ADORE my fat teacher who is probably 4times of me.hahhaz.i'm being evil. ((: what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.perhaps you have forgotten.this is really the saddest )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114467590584907652?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114467590584907652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114467590584907652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114467590584907652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114467590584907652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-shellyzaki-and-sharon.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114440815784787857</id><published>2006-04-07T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:09:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEKEND'S HERE!REJOICE CELEBRATE!YOU SURVIVED SCHOOL!hahhhaz.school has been one tiring and seemingly endless week.my goodness.i can't believe i actually survived la.had so much work and PE )): and training ((: we finally have a field.and we're gonna get NIKE jerseys.hahhaz.and i think i'm gonna buy myself a ball.and i'm so darn happy cause i can go for both my J1 camp and BBSS annual awards ceremony ((: there is a god! hahhhaz.my new phrase ((: but i'm having trouble with my expenses.i need to do smth that will add on to my allowance but not take up too much time.as it is i don't exactly have that much now.more is being piled onto my small plate.anyways i'm so loving nickelback's FAR AWAY.so nice ((: hahhaz.i'm being nonsensical cause it's the weekend and i've not much work.and there's gonna be the standard chartered singapore sevens on tv! ((: hahhaz.anyways gtg.uploading photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.you're my pick-me-up at the end of a bad day ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114440815784787857?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114440815784787857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114440815784787857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114440815784787857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114440815784787857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekends-hererejoice-celebrateyou.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114424431666206313</id><published>2006-04-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:38:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>memories.memories.go away.come again.on no other day.yanni is in dismay.(sing that to the tune of rain rain go away).i was hit today.hit by the fact that everything reminds me of everything.makes sense?no?oh wells.nothing is making sense to me either.i can't think straight.dang.ahhhhhhhhhhhh!NONSENSE!damn it.damn it.damn it.damn it.damn it.i'm so confused :T help...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.don't leave.you promised you wouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114424431666206313?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114424431666206313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114424431666206313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114424431666206313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114424431666206313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/memories.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114395270297254704</id><published>2006-04-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:38:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...i know nas is so gonna kill me for posting this.i love her loads but this is MY blog afterall.hahhaz.anyways it's just gonna be a whole avalanche of questions that have not been answered.hahhaz.what's new eh?so here goes my life. :T was it wrong for me to want to give you time to settle into what could be considered as a foreign environment?was it wrong for me to do so cause i didn't want you to feel obliged to go out with me?was it wrong for me to have given you back all that you gave me cause you didn't want me waiting around anymore?is it wrong for me to still wait cause nobody seems to match up to you?why did you reply my msges?why did you have to be the first to wish me?why did you IM me?why did you tell me you care?why do you not answer my questions?why are you still in my life when you told me to stop waiting?why is it that you make me worry?why is it that i care what happens to you?why is it that you still matter to me?i know what i like and miss is not the physical aspect of being with you.i know this cause i've gone 7weeks without it.what i miss so terribly right now is you.what i like is you.i know i probably sound like some despo piece of crap.i know the possibility of me not being adminished for this entry is ZILCH.and i know the chances of my feelings being reciprocated are NIL.but even then i know it's good for me to let things out like this.perhaps it's stupid to you but everything i do it somehow reminds me of you.so basically if i kept this in uch longer i'd just go stark raving mad.so anyway if you read this and feel that it's you i'm talking about.tell me about it and i'll confirm or debunk your suspicions.that's about it for today.i'm swamped with so much reaserch and reading to do :T oh wells.i sould have expected it.hahhaz.off now.ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114395270297254704?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114395270297254704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114395270297254704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114395270297254704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114395270297254704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114381100781518186</id><published>2006-03-31T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:16:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so anyway i finally watched forrest gum.it's such a heart wrenching movie.makes me wonder if my IQ of 126 is a boon or a bane.anyway it got me thinking.and i thought waiting's not too bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways to nas darling.i love you mostest after god and my mummy.and we're not lesbos.we love boys but we like looking at girls better ((: hahhaz.and nas darls you're the funniest ever. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you.you surprise me each day with bits of you i never knew existed.when you were the 1st to sms me ytd i was pleasantly surprised.when you started IM-ing me and asked how my day was.i just swooned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm off now.quite tired.hahhaz.i've hmwk to do also.i'm so screwdd.and i think many agree.but oh well.WTVR!hahhaz.i think that's enough of my nonsense for one day. ((: BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114381100781518186?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114381100781518186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114381100781518186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114381100781518186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114381100781518186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-anyway-i-finally-watched-forrest.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114372410326464550</id><published>2006-03-30T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:08:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my 0643A darlings.thanks for today.but no thanks for making me all sweet and sticky with cake ((: to zaf.thanks for the chocs.to dan thanks for having dinner with me. ((: and to those who dropped a msg.THANKS! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway wretched bbss gave me a birthday present too ((: got a letter stating that i got the principal's book prize for el/ml.first time getting smth that would prove to be useful from bbss. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.personal dedication to the drummer i'm chatting with. ((: thanks for the wishes,encouragement and the nonsense.forgot how nice it is to talk to you.miss seeing you arnd.i'll be in bbss on your bday.so ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaz.quite happy today la.though i got snubbed by someone.it doesn't matter.to each his own.can't expect everyone.evenif i know that person.to like me.afterall i am easy to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.i hat what i keep seeing today.argh!can't stand it.go away.i am so filled with much longing and sadness cause of what i saw.ugh!irritants.hahhaz.i'm being PETTY. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS before i digress further i'm off now.i'm still so tired.and i wanna watch forest gump but i've training.why???hahhaz.i guess i could just drop by the seminar room ((: BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114372410326464550?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114372410326464550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114372410326464550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114372410326464550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114372410326464550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-my-0643a-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114363934276985245</id><published>2006-03-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:35:42.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a supremely fun day despite the swetering sun ((: had my 1st IJ xcountry at macritchie and i did not bad.got 25th position actually ((: quite satisfied since i didn't exactly run all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to shelly's house with norman,sharon,deeben,evelyn,nicholas,janice,fifa and bird to swim.was so nice ((: i love water.the ppl who were there were just so full of nonsense la.but it was fun ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was reminded of how bad i am at pool.everyone is so so good :T hahhaz.my ball jumped.that's how bad i am )): hahhaz.but i had a good laugh at myself.my skills...tsk tsk. lollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm at home attepmting to finish GP (which i suck at btw) and review PW (which confuses me).oh wells.this is my life now.i am now suffering cause i wrote ONLY narratives.nvm.i'll learn ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm off now to continue my essay.i'm having mental block. )): i hate TOULMEIN.hahhaz.and i hate how things are now.why are we united yet separated?haiz.it wasn't like this when there was only 15 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that last part is just so spoiler but i just can't help it.so sad.nvm nvm.like wha fad said,it's just the starting.things can only get better.i hope and pray she's right.btw i want 0643A tee ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnights all.to kamielah the itouch monkey.happy birthday.you deserve you're first prize.you ran well today.hahhaz.hope you heard our birthday song above the racket just now. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought 16mths was long but 6 weeks is feeling even longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114363934276985245?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114363934276985245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114363934276985245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114363934276985245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114363934276985245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-supremely-fun-day-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114346712276257340</id><published>2006-03-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:45:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love sharon scandalous stone for studying with me and bearing with my nonsense.and for being cheeky with me.WE'RE SO DEAD!hahhaz.but it'll be worth it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the chocs that i bought for myself.nobody buy for me then i buy for mysef lorh.hahhaz.i'm not like sharon ((: (i'm jealous la ok) lollies.oh wells i think my chocs will last awhile. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i need a h1 maths tutor!!!but he/she must be V patient cause at times i can do it but at times even the simplest of sums can make me dumbfounded.and i'm lagging behind. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells i shan't be sad.darling angelia and jennifer sweetie came to IJ today!i miss them like so much la.angelia and her "i'm oh-so-innocent" act.jennifer and her fetish for "kong". ((: &lt;3 them loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super tired now.i think i'm going to turn in already.i'm gonna run after sch tmr.there'll be motivation.I KNOW IT. ((: hahhaz.but i think i'm faster than my so-called motivation ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd morning.gd afternoon.gd night.gd riddance (?) hahhaz.i think i'm so cute!!!hahhaz.okay crap i'm high.and the fact that you said "hey" is not making me any lower.NONSENSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114346712276257340?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114346712276257340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114346712276257340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114346712276257340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114346712276257340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-sharon-scandalous-stone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114338523002254677</id><published>2006-03-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:00:30.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's the point?no words shall be uttered anymore.strangers we will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114338523002254677?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114338523002254677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114338523002254677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114338523002254677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114338523002254677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-pointno-words-shall-be-uttered.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114328587649098516</id><published>2006-03-25T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:24:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;eautiful &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;atastrophe.&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;ear &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;xhilaration.&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;rothing &lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;ruesome &lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;unger.&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ndecent &lt;strong&gt;j&lt;/strong&gt;okes.&lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;nowing,&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;ooking,&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;emorising &lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;othing.&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;bvious &lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;un.&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;ueer,&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;adical,&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;assy,&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;umultous,&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;nique,&lt;strong&gt;v&lt;/strong&gt;ivacious,&lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;ild,&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;eroxed,&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;awning,&lt;strong&gt;z&lt;/strong&gt;oning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just a random paragraph.try to figure out what's so special abt it(hint:look at the capitalised letters).other than the fact that it's by me.lollies ((: i'm just so full of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todat's run was tiring and i had a stitch.hurt like crap la.and i'm so not used to the sloping terrain of macritchie.and obviously my timing deproved by 5 mins.so sad la. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so drained.physically and mentally.physically is cause of obvious reasons.mentally is for reasons that won't ever be known to you.hahhaz.actually nas and ami should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does one draw the line?when is too much, well too much?when is it right and when is it wrong?why is it tha though it feels right to one to another its just so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.i miss so many ppl and to think that i just met some of them.missing them for so many random reasons.gosh!it's just so crazy.hahhaz.i miss so many things too.lollies ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you found me when noone else was looking.how did you know just where i would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114328587649098516?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114328587649098516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114328587649098516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114328587649098516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114328587649098516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-catastrophe.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114320240369175805</id><published>2006-03-24T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:13:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was very distracted today.nothing seemed to register.rather confused.DUH?!hahhaz.and i keep feeling uneasy as in my meart suddenly starts thumping super fast and all that.*shrugs*anyways when it comes to you.i know i have only three possibilities.hahhaz.first:i would jump at the opportunity to be with you.second:i just want to forget abt the existece of an "us".and last:i just want to be friends.however i know i mustn't melt at you sweet words cause they're just a indication that you can't get another girl and knowing that i've a soft spot fpr you, you come to me.and secondly i perceive it impossible for me to forget what was once so precious and sacred to me.yes i will (and maybe have) let go but i will never forget teh moments that put a smile on my face on the rainy days.thirdly i do want you as my friend.the guy i can cry on.the guy i can talk to abt crushes and blushes.the guy who wants to hang just for that purpose-hanging.hahhaz.maybe i'm being unrealistic but i know that for once this is what i really want.and i know nothing would make me happier than for it to happen.so on and on i shall dream for this day to come.sighs.there'll be x-country mass run tmr at macritchie.i don't even know how to go there.ahhhh!hahhaz.got to go now.goodnight sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114320240369175805?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114320240369175805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114320240369175805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114320240369175805'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;obviously i walked super fast.my first encounter with the freak was enough to put me off from a second one.i'm quite scared la.hahhaz.i mean i don't exactly look intimidating and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.ahhh!ok.i shld stop scaring myself.but...wah...i was just putting the first incident out of my head and now this.NONSENSE.i do hope today won't repeat itself.it can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i think i just like ordered the 2005 alumni shirt?hahhaz.wth.i'm already so darn broke.and i owe so much money.i'm dead meat man.and there's more to come.omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to turn in now.i'm so pooped.and i'm still going out tomorrow.goodness.my life.and my lack of cash.what's new???hahhaz.and i need new FBTs.shit!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i doubt today would have happened if you were arnd. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114312233250116273?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114312233250116273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114312233250116273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114312233250116273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114312233250116273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114303086214115152</id><published>2006-03-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:34:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellios!!!((: hahhaz.i wanted to tell y'll abt my firsts in IJ.hahhaz.such cheap thrills.and according to fadhillah (the bitch ((: ) i've no life.oh wells.as long as i'm happy i've a life okay!hahhaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd i flushed my first urinal in IJ.ytd went for first lunch with my class.today i got punk'd by mr goatee!stupid shit!and he's GLAD he made me scared!ahhh!so stupid.and today i got my locker too! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.i'm being nonsensical.and it just hit me that i signed up to run competitively for IJ's cross country next wed.i'm so dead.hahhaz.and i'm representing my house.this is so crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved sms-ing you that night.even if i was complaining and you were just being you in your lackadaisical manner.hahhaz.and i was so relieved after you explained what the 2 things meant. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will never know who we are if we fail to remember what has come before-both the vicories and the disgraces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114303086214115152?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114303086214115152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114303086214115152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114303086214115152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114303086214115152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hellios-hahhaz.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114294950152422993</id><published>2006-03-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:58:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahhaz.mr goat is too hairy!!!thick,black and curly.i can't stand it.and yes shelly and zaki i am ball-less!haa!oh wells.at least i know i'm ball-less.hahhaz.anyways i have no rugby ball also.returned it to daniel lee )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of rugby.i scored one try today and in the process of scoring i attained my first itouch injury.and all cause clever me sort of slided on the parade square.hahhaz.but its not so bad la. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i've gotta go la.'m so tired.touch rug is so darn fun la.i can't help but love itouch so much.hahhaz.our nonsense level is just...OVERWHELMING.hahhaz. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm single because i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114294950152422993?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114294950152422993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114294950152422993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114294950152422993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114294950152422993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahhaz.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11414865.post-114285407847344986</id><published>2006-03-20T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:02:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.i'm yanni.i like boys.hahhaz.my introduction today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fetish for goatee.omg!i totally made a fool out of myself today in front of goatee guy.hahhaz.zaf and dan and whoever was at our table shld know why i was so...hahhaz.that encounter realy cheered me up considerably ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sad over last night.i really can't get over the damn thing.i know i mean nothing to you but i didn't know i was that insignificant.the disappointment was so rife that i lost sleep over it.sigh. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.shall try to put that out of my mind.i'm back in 0643A.with MAHMOOD!and there's like ALOT of ppl in my class.i'm so used to a small class of &lt;15&lt;em&gt;itouch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.we're the blacks and whites.i want no 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11414865-114285407847344986?l=yanni-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/feeds/114285407847344986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11414865&amp;postID=114285407847344986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114285407847344986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11414865/posts/default/114285407847344986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanni-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>prosefessor yanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11992228615928798809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
