<?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-7941374838736979380</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:19:11.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Heartbeats</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941374838736979380.post-5911759957628520524</id><published>2008-07-06T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:00:30.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is an edit - but I suppose none of you even read the original version. It doesn't matter. -flicks wrist at general audience-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm moving again (:&lt;br /&gt;No, you may not object to the proceedings, and yes, you may offer me celebratory chocolate, in all your sarcasm and apparently ironic comments. I know it's the goodness-remembers-how-many-th time I've moved my blog - but I assure you it's absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you blind/ignorant/mistaken people, I'll make it really clear. Please, please relink me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.circus-catastrophe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got link? (Like, "got milk?".) (Crud crud crud LAME GENES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blog is already kinda up and running - so yeah. I've got a ton of stuff to talk about (music-wise, school-wise, whatever-wise) (omg and Deathnote! I love NearXMello!) (and Epik High! Epik High!), none of which I'll probably actually get around to doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm running low on my chocolate supply. -hint hint-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-5911759957628520524?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5911759957628520524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=5911759957628520524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5911759957628520524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5911759957628520524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-im-moving-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-4909224116054865858</id><published>2008-06-28T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:14:23.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sneaking on and I shall do that month thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Bold the five that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Copy to your own blog and either link to a post that has all 12 months or copy-paste it all under your result. (ftw does this mean? my brain is dead.)&lt;br /&gt;→ Tag 5 people from your friends list your friends! (fat hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. &lt;b&gt;Easily influenced by kindness.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;Polite and soft-spoken.&lt;/s&gt; Having ideas. &lt;b&gt;Sensitive.&lt;/b&gt; Active mind. &lt;s&gt;Hesitating, tends to delay.&lt;/s&gt; Choosy and always wants the best. &lt;b&gt;Temperamental.&lt;/b&gt; Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. &lt;b&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;/b&gt; Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. &lt;b&gt;Easily hurt.&lt;/b&gt; Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. &lt;s&gt;Seldom shows emotions.&lt;/s&gt; Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. &lt;s&gt;Stubborn.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehmagawsh it is SO MEEEE. Brand conscious ooh la la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-4909224116054865858?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4909224116054865858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=4909224116054865858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4909224116054865858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4909224116054865858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/sneaking-on-and-i-shall-do-that-month.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-7284688544501554453</id><published>2008-06-19T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:39:13.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ripped from Hwee; in utter boredom I do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME: Amanda Lam - chinese name is totally unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;NICKNAME: Mandie, manda, mandiepop, mandiepoop, poophead, Manda Panda (stu Gerald), okaasan, Mummy Suou, etc. etc. etc. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;NAME SPELT BACKWARDS: Maladnama. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;NAME WITHOUT CONSONANTS: Aaaa, HAHA. I own!&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY: Over, and that's all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;ETHNICITY: Boring question. I shall make it amusing: Martian!&lt;br /&gt;GLASSES OR CONTACTS: Glasses, so much more versatile.&lt;br /&gt;PETS: I hate my pets. I shall cook them all one day.&lt;br /&gt;BAND: TVXQ! I like SUJU, SNSD, CSJH as well. Bigbang yongwonhi!~&lt;br /&gt;BRAND: Louis Vuitton, Anna Sui, Converse, DKNY, Juicy Couture. Probably LV the most.&lt;br /&gt;CANDY: I dislike candy. Except chocolate, if you count that?&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: Everything that corresponds to the statement, 'Edible and fresh'.&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY: Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM FLAVOUR: Blackforest from Island Creamery.&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: June. It's short and sweet and not as ah-noying as, say, May. May say, hey.&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: Thirteen, not just because it's my birthdate! It's just outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;PERFUME: Be Delicious from DKNY. Not that I own it, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;PIE FLAVOUR: Mud. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA TOPPING: Anything not seafood will do.&lt;br /&gt;RESTAURANT: Anything upperclass and expensive. xD&lt;br /&gt;TYPE OF MUSIC: All, everything, anything, zenbu.&lt;br /&gt;TYPE OF SANDWICH: Tuna? (I sound suspicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of your friends&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST ADVISOR: Audrey. She has the common sense I seriously lack.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST HAIR: Charlotte's hair is so damned pretty. And manageable.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST HANDWRITING: Uhh, I think JT's handwriting is pretty cool, even though I always tell her I don't like it. Haha, yeah JT, I love your writing!&lt;br /&gt;THE DIRTIEST MIND: ALL OF US ARE RATHER HORRID. Who was the one wondering what a blow job was? Oh right - MOST OF US. I mean, those that DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;THE FUNNIEST: Lynn, and most of my juniors are rather amusing (because I bully them). I AM NOT A PAEDOPHILE EXCUSE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE LOUDEST: Jean and her sudden outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;THE PRETTIEST: Tessa, this is not open to debate. xD&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST GOOD-LOOKING: Uhh. Do you mean like goodlooking as in guys? Because the last question was for girls, I assume. EH, but why can't we have pretty boys. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST TRUSTING: Sarah. She's so bulliable -ahem- I mean, innocent.&lt;br /&gt;THE NICEST EYES: Lynn! My daughter! She has really pretty eyes!&lt;br /&gt;THE SHORTEST: Ouch. That hurts.&lt;br /&gt;THE SMARTEST: Myself! Yes, I am my friend! Oh goodness I'm starting to CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;THE TALLEST: ...Simhwee? Haha yeah, probably. Or maybe Jac.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST DESKIE: I've only had two. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever&lt;br /&gt;ASKED OUT A CRUSH: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;BEEN ON STAGE: DUHHHH. NO THAT WAS MY BODY DOUBLE -_-"&lt;br /&gt;BEEN SCARED TO GET A SHOT: Yeah, but I didn't show it. I swore to myself not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;CHEATED ON A TEST: So many times it's become a permanent stain on my morals. (What morals again?)&lt;br /&gt;CRIED DURING A MOVIE: I didn't show it either. -wipes tears away hurriedly-&lt;br /&gt;FELT LIKE YOU DIDN'T BELONG: Most of the time, actually.&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT A BLACK BELT: I want to! And it'll be Yunho! xD&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO CAMP: Yucks, don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;KEPT A NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION: No. Isn't that, like, illegal?&lt;br /&gt;KEPT A SECRET FROM EVERYONE: This makes me feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;STOLEN SOMETHING: Uh food! Everybody's makan becomes MINE HOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;TOLD A GIRL YOU LIKED HER: Ew, no. Unless you count, "LYNN I LOVE YOUUUU" -_-"&lt;br /&gt;WON A TROPHY: No. Don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A LOVE POEM: Shakespeare we ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;CD LISTENED: SNSD's First album. Gooood.&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE WATCHED: Indiana Jones! The Crystal Skull thingy.&lt;br /&gt;PERSON THAT CALLED YOU: Wanxin. Last night. -hides-&lt;br /&gt;PERSON THAT SAW YOU CRY: Charlotte, I think? She should remember.&lt;br /&gt;PERSON YOU WENT TO THE MALL WITH: Pssh. My sister! We went to Takashimaya to mess around and act as if we're rich enough to browse through Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;SONG LISTENED TO: Doushite Kimi Wo Suki Ni Natte Shimattan Darou? by TVXQ. My blog song! Blog song. Blong song. Blog sog. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;THING YOU DRANK: Korean canned coffee. Mocha flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes or no&lt;br /&gt;GROWING UP SCARES ME MORE THAN IT SHOULD: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;I ADORE GETTING MAIL: Yes, especially fan mail. HAHA. I love getting DevArt favorites and comments, if that counts!&lt;br /&gt;IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED, TRY, TRY AGAIN: DUHHH. Quote me on that!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN THREE WORDS: Hopeless, addicted but passionate.&lt;br /&gt;IS YOUR COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM: Sadly. No.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR BED ROOM WALLS: White? Off-white? Mouldy? xD&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE BORED: Something that makes people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY: Daydreaming and realising that I have a life to paint.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU SAD: So many people. They seem to love me artificially.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Eat. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: How yours truly always feels. Uhh...thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, done. Chey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-7284688544501554453?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7284688544501554453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=7284688544501554453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7284688544501554453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7284688544501554453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/ripped-from-hwee-in-utter-boredom-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-3447350537382951044</id><published>2008-06-19T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:49:48.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[By the way, the music thingy looks so duh because Imeem is refusing to cooperate and I have to resort to Aimini.net instead.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go shopping again yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's starting to get a bit boring, if truth be told. I'd rather eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kinokuniya and bought a new book! Which is really amazing because I haven't bought a proper book in goodness-knows-how-long. It's a book in the Warriors Series by Erin Hunter. I remember the time I went crazy over that series - seems a bit stupid now, books about talking cats - and I refused to own less than the complete series.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but it was a nice series. I'm rereading them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Korea Tourism Organization to receive my prize -laughs- and it's really quite nice. The Korea Sparkling shirt is rather nice, and it's made of this weird comfortable material. HAHA. And I also a DVD featuring the most recent Kpop hits (which, though nice, is redundant given the amount of CDs I already own), which is sweet. The Korea Tourism Organization centre is damned nice and has loads of stuff for you to see, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS STARTING SOON (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of lolling around at home with nothing to do - although it may beat being stressed, but one can never appreciate what they have. So yeah, I can't wait for school to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not looking forward to either of my CCAs at all. Gehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Kim Jeong Hoon's album - it's rather nice! Although he doesn't sound like himself at all, but eh whatever. Most people don't sound like themselves when they sing - at least, quite a lot of people. Don't count people like Changmin, who squeak 24/7 and seem incapable of vocalizing in any other way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition in an hour ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-3447350537382951044?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3447350537382951044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=3447350537382951044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3447350537382951044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3447350537382951044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-way-music-thingy-looks-so-duh.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-144678337754518957</id><published>2008-06-17T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:55:59.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I was reading Hwee's blog and when I read that one of her friends was one metre away from TVXQ I nearly threw up blood and died -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE MEEEE. I am frickin' jealous, hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Let me tell you people something amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was listening to the station 96.3 FM which plays Korean pop music from 9pm to 11pm (sounds like a commercial), and I decided to request a song. For fun. Because my sister asked me to, and I stupidly did it.&lt;br /&gt;I requested Noona Is Pretty by Shinee, and I still remember my original message: Hello, this is Amanda, and I listen to Cool K Time (that's the name of the station) really often! I'd like to request the song Noona Is Pretty by Shinee, dedicated to all my friends who are listening right now (which equals none, but whatever)!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I won a Korea Sparkling T-shirt and some DVD -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJ was like, "And today's prize goes tooooo... Amanda whose number ends with five-seven-double-zero! Congratulations!" And I was like, "o_o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shittt. And they haven't contacted me yet. My dad laughed when he heard that I'd switched off my phone immediately after sending the dedication and said, "What if they tried to call you?" And I could've murdered him for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Things like that happen. It's called...luck. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;(Or unluck.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-144678337754518957?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/144678337754518957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=144678337754518957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/144678337754518957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/144678337754518957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha-i-was-reading-hwees-blog-and-when.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-6066381962923579</id><published>2008-06-13T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:23:23.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[this was written on the 13th of June]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from KL! Haha seems like I've been on a blog hiatus for really long so I shall make this a long one, eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit terrified because I have the DreaMelody meeting tomorrow and I simply refuse to sing a chinese song (ewww gross). But seeing that I haven't prepared otherwise, I shall just sing that stu song I sang for audition, and maybe people will finally stop pestering me to sing cheena music. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music - I recently heard Wonder Girl's new single, &lt;em&gt;So Hot&lt;/em&gt;. Goodness, the lyrics make me want to scream and die, literally. I mean, it's like, "Hello, I'm sexy and pretty, why the hell am I so wonderful that people want to follow me around all the time? I don't understand it, I'm so &lt;em&gt;hawt&lt;/em&gt;" Eh, okay, darling. But that's what you get from rather crappy artistes - I can't believe some people actually prefer them to SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;Even SNSD is tolerable-ish, and I quite like Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I bought tons of stuff from KL, which saves my closet from being banished to Anti-Fashion Loserville forever. The coolest item I probably purchased was the only pair of shoes I bought on the trip. Goodness, are they gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;Red, blue and white. It's a rather fascinating love story, how I got that pair of shoes, because the first time I saw them, I was like, "Nobody can walk in that, dude" - but look what happened. They're about two and a half inches high (I nearly sprained my ankle in them but I STILL HAD TO HAVE 'EM) and they're the sexiest pair of shoes evah. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the photos do the talking - not much of 'em, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKEb8WLcvI/AAAAAAAAASI/dbfLVQblSX4/s1600-h/CIMG2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211373334411571954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKEb8WLcvI/AAAAAAAAASI/dbfLVQblSX4/s320/CIMG2757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad saw this gigantic - I'm talking GIGANTIC - billboard in KL and I forced him to take a picture of it! Takuya Kimura still has a number of good years in him left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKD_3fTlkI/AAAAAAAAASA/dObyM7mSQAA/s1600-h/CIMG2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211372852071339586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKD_3fTlkI/AAAAAAAAASA/dObyM7mSQAA/s320/CIMG2756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister and I slacking in Salabianca while my mum goes ga-ga over sequined goods (-_-"). My first reaction to this picture had nothing to do with the background or the (rather bad) lighting or random elements in the picture - but no no, I'M SMILING LIKE YUURI CHINEN. How emotionally disturbing - seriously. Even my sister could tell the resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKC9KhEgvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HJ8f158LIXU/s1600-h/CIMG2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211371706127778546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKC9KhEgvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HJ8f158LIXU/s320/CIMG2758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad stole this shot of me and my grandmother walking in KL. My grandmother is actually smiling, while I (the perpetual retard) am just stoning happily and thinking, "My closet needs a revamp because I never want to be caught dead in this outfit ever again". Baggy shirts + cargo pants are OUT OUT OUTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKB8xhDqeI/AAAAAAAAARw/46YJtGwDNx0/s1600-h/CIMG2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370599905208802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKB8xhDqeI/AAAAAAAAARw/46YJtGwDNx0/s320/CIMG2762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHA!!! My gorgeous pair of shoes (: They're so nice - and surprisingly comfortable! TWO INCH HEELS ZOMG I still can't believe I got them, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKBqKcgBoI/AAAAAAAAARo/bpLPN3_iMvo/s1600-h/CIMG2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370280179467906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKBqKcgBoI/AAAAAAAAARo/bpLPN3_iMvo/s320/CIMG2768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me eating Korean BBQ a while ago. Nowadays I can eat tons and not actually feel bloated and full - in fact I eat even more after that! xD It's a good feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simhwee tagged me, so I'm doing this fer fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What's the most important thing in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My passion. I think I've made that pretty clear already, no? I keep clinging to that stubborn belief that it's what keeps me striving (and that's pretty true) and so yeah, that's what keeps me &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt;, essentially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When was the last time you bought something with your own money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh. I buy all sorts of stuff with my own money sometimes - and then again that term is rather loosely used. You mean, money in my possession? Or hard-earned cash? Or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Where do you wish to get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not planning to get married, and the thought of getting married &lt;u&gt;anywhere&lt;/u&gt; is horrific. Oh, I once chanced upon a quiz that told me I'd get married in a rubbish dump though. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How old do you think you will be permanently with your love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never, because I refuse to get bound with such commitment and permanance! I'll just alternate from person to person happily -laughs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Are you in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chang Korean BBQ Restaurant! Yay. It is way awesome and filling and YUMMERSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Name the latest book you bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'know what? I can't remember. I must start reading again, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is your full name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is hazardous to my identity! I refuse to answer this question as it goes against my morals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Do you prefer your mother or your father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh I shan't be honest on this one - but I'm generally 50-50 on both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Name a person who you really wish to see in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's meant by 'real life'? You mean the person isn't real, or what? Are celebrities included? Gahh. Don't throw me questions I'm meant to interpret! If it's a storybook character, then maybe Garfield or something, since he eats so much (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Christina or Britney?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina hands down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What's the most exciting place you want to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHA Isn't it supposed to be question &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;, not 13?~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay yeah. Uhhh. I want to go to the moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Hugs or kisses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses, I think this is a reused question -_-" I feel myself constantly answering stuff I've already answered to ages ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome, gullible (we all know this! xD), adorable, wonderful and just a bit floaty (?!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. 8 things i'm passionate about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Singing. My passion in life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Losing weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Being the best person I can be to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Money. (Jaejin from FT Island said food and money too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anything Japan-related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Humanities! (really, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. 8 things i say too often:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- What.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Re-e-a-ally?~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pssh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Obviously nawt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- That's just lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don't be ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You're just too [random medley of adjectives].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS QUESTION MAKES ME FEEL LAME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. 8 books i read recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fabulosity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Never Suck A Dead Man's Hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Good Omens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chobits Vol. 1-8 (count this as one book, whatevs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Japanese Schoolgirl Inferno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Outsider II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ella Enchanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Revenge of the Wannabes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. 8 songs i can listen to over and over again:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Leavin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Noona is Pretty (Replay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Choosey Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We Can Go Anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tell Me (no, really. It's addictive)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. 8 things i learnt last year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I procrastinate a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Why be normal when you can be outstanding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm not exactly in a healthy normal state of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fat is not neccessarily dislikable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People, even friends, are ineffable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Handling people and handling money are not the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Put your heart into something and it becomes fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I neglect many things, intentional or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shan't tag anyone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-6066381962923579?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6066381962923579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=6066381962923579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6066381962923579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6066381962923579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-was-written-on-13th-of-june-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SFKEb8WLcvI/AAAAAAAAASI/dbfLVQblSX4/s72-c/CIMG2757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941374838736979380.post-7295025881773716494</id><published>2008-06-05T09:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:07:29.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot to do this. Pretend it's the 4th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;밐키유천,생일추카함니다!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; Micky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208211882941058098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SEdJHP2rjDI/AAAAAAAAARg/QplO98OjCvI/s320/pianoboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay yeah, you stupid birthday boy! You're finally twenty two, so grow up a little (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was listening to 96.3FM, and they were playing some Korean programme, which was really cool because I'd only discovered that radio station yesterday. And then there was this DJ reading out this dedication from someone to Micky Yoochun for his 22nd birthday, and then TVXQ's 'You're My Miracle' starting blasting from the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although ehm yeah my reaction was rather stu, but I immediately began jumping up and down and screaming 'OMG OMG YAYYYY' -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I've been reduced to. Grrrh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yeah (: Happy belated birthday Mikkay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-7295025881773716494?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7295025881773716494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=7295025881773716494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7295025881773716494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7295025881773716494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-believe-i-forgot-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SEdJHP2rjDI/AAAAAAAAARg/QplO98OjCvI/s72-c/pianoboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941374838736979380.post-1173533845978558591</id><published>2008-06-03T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:42:26.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hwee made me do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is someone you don't have to subconsciously impress or please whenever you guys go out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;That I one day wake up and realise that I've lost 20 kilograms overnight. And that I never gain it back, if not there's no point in losing it all -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick the most?&lt;br /&gt;Literally, nobody, because I think my words can do a lot more harm than just kicking someone's butt. But figuratively, I generally get pissed with so many people all the time, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Spend it all in twenty minutes flat, then go home wondering all that money went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would your ideal lover be like?&lt;br /&gt;This is simple: He truly loves me. How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;This is going to sound extremely unselfish and unlike me, but I'd rather love someone. How many people who are unconditionally loved still feel lonely and unhappy? And how many people who love someone unconditionally are truly blessed even if their life sucks? Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Wait? WAIT?! Technically, it depends on two things: 1) What he's doing, and 2) How much I love him. And even then, I'll probably date twenty more people while I'm waiting for him, just to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Realising what I really actually want in my life. And of course, the fact that I lost 8kg is quite celebration-worthy too - but I think I gained it all back, bloody 'ell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Define the term love.&lt;br /&gt;Why is Simhwee's answer so, uh, detailed and &lt;em&gt;conditional&lt;/em&gt;? Okay, to me, love is a feeling, so you can't define it exactly. You may not love someone to the extent that you're willing to die for him or her, or even actually detest the person outwardly, but if you truly &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; love him or her, you'll gradually find it in your heart to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If the person you like secretly is attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Forget about him, or if I'm feeling bitchy, go after him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years' time?&lt;br /&gt;Dead, or something close to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Nobody. Oh wait, actually, people who make coffee for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is like?&lt;br /&gt;Simhwee is, hmmm, rather all-rounded. I mean, seriously; she's smart and pretty and skinny and wonderful and sweet and kind and generous! What more can a person ask for? But what I really love about Simhwee is that even if she annoys me with her positivity, or if I'm just being unreasonable and mad, she'll always try to make me smile. And even if it doesn't actually work, the fact that she &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to make me smile is reason enough for me to keep loving a wonderful friend like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;I think 'Rich and unloved' or 'Poor but happily loved' is a better question, but okay, obviously I'd choose to be single and rich. I don't even want to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Scream for a latte, and then realise I'm not rich and that I don't have a personal coffee maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I think all of you can tell - I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; give my all in relationships, worthy or not. It's just a characteristic in me that tells me something like: "If you know them then at least make them happy." It's things like that that make me buy Lynn gummies and buy Audrey and her friends drinks, even though I don't really have reason or any benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;But. Theoretically, in my heart, I'm actually more of a 'I'm not gonna do it unless I get something from it' kind of person. Stu conflicting mentalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously,who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with two people simultaneously? I wouldn't pick either, because I know one day I'll wake up and feel like being with the one I didn't pick, and that's when bad things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;I hate a lot of kinds of people, but most of all I hate temperamental people, because I'm one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-1173533845978558591?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1173533845978558591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=1173533845978558591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1173533845978558591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1173533845978558591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/hwee-made-me-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8683523327654888395</id><published>2008-06-02T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:12:08.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, y'know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everybody, and I think you're better off ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious this time, and I'm not just being moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-8683523327654888395?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8683523327654888395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=8683523327654888395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8683523327654888395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8683523327654888395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-yknow-what-i-hate-everybody-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-7534107573674422578</id><published>2008-06-02T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:58:32.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Simhwee! And before I start, side note: &lt;u&gt;CAN I HAVE MORE TAGS PLEASE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Hweehwee&lt;br /&gt;02. Lynn&lt;br /&gt;03. JT&lt;br /&gt;04. Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;05. Jiaen&lt;br /&gt;06. Tzehui&lt;br /&gt;07. Jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;08. Melly&lt;br /&gt;09. Yichan&lt;br /&gt;10. Shiting&lt;br /&gt;11. Celine&lt;br /&gt;12. Sheryin&lt;br /&gt;13. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;14. Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;15. Lauren&lt;br /&gt;16. Laura&lt;br /&gt;17. Andrea&lt;br /&gt;18. Joshua&lt;br /&gt;19. Sean&lt;br /&gt;20. Susanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.How did you meet #14?&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte] Surprisingly I find it hard to answer this! Uh, we got accustomed to one another during an unconfirmed period of time? Because we actually got to know each other over a rather dragged out period of time (which is good!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. What would you do if you didnt meet #1?&lt;br /&gt;[Simhwee] Hey my answer is somewhat similar to what she put about her friend Lidan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What if #9 and #20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;[Yichan and Susanna] Wth they don't even know each other! One is my senior and one is my cousin. Can you imagine your senior dating your cousin?! And I'm totally ignoring the fact that they're both girls (pretty, sweet girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Describe #3.&lt;br /&gt;[JT] Awesomely amusing and perpetually lovable! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Is #8 attractive?&lt;br /&gt;[Melly] Of course!! That's why I love her so much! -laughs- Uh yeah, she's awesomely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Describe #7.&lt;br /&gt;[Jacqueline] Ineffable. That pretty much does it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Know of any of #12's family members?&lt;br /&gt;[Sheryin] Goodness, no. That's a terrifying thought! Does she even have any siblings... I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What will you do if #18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;[Joshua] I'll die laughing! Oh oh, just so you know, this isn't the Joshua from NYPS GEP (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What language does #15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;[Lauren] English, Chinese, probably French?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is #9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;[Yichan] How'd I know! At the moment, nobody, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How old is #16?&lt;br /&gt;[Laura] Officially fourteen! I gave her a birthday present this year, yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When is the last time you spoke to #13?&lt;br /&gt;[Audrey] Last night on MSN, at approximately 1.15AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is #2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;[Lynn] She likes random stu songs! Uh I think she's rather amused with Arashi, though. Lynn isn't the kind to actually favor particular bands and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You ever date #4?&lt;br /&gt;[Jeremy] HAHAHA NO. But I think we both want to! -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you ever date #1?&lt;br /&gt;[Simhwee] Uh?! No! I'd feel so out of my league, if I were gay to start with. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is #19 single?&lt;br /&gt;[Sean] Duh. He's so young. -pats his head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's #10 last name?&lt;br /&gt;[Shiting] WHAT AN ADEPT QUESTION! My favorite: Vong! VONG VONG VONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever be in a relationship with #11?&lt;br /&gt;[Celine] ... My brain hurts to consider it. It seems so wrong, even if one of us weren't a girl. She's sweet and funny, but there's no denying we have conflicting personalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. School of #3?&lt;br /&gt;[JT] Gwak. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where does #6 live?&lt;br /&gt;[Tzehui] Uh somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Whats your favourite thing about #5?&lt;br /&gt;[Jiaen] She's awesomely amusing and caring despite her somewhat stoic appearance (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was amusing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-7534107573674422578?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7534107573674422578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=7534107573674422578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7534107573674422578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7534107573674422578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-simhwee-and-before-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-2909011754630171583</id><published>2008-06-02T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:21:12.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amelia is flying off to China in approximately four minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope she'll be okay, but never mind her. She'll take care of herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm addicted to caffeine, like seriously. The stuff is &lt;em&gt;awesomely addictive&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I drink coffee everyday now, like canned coffee or hot coffee every morning. And the other day, I had Coffee Bean, Gloria Jeans and Starbucks all in one day. Surprisingly coffee doesn't make me high or anything, I just love it to bits. Tea and coke is alright too - but anything else just makes me want to puke. Then I go get more coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, tomorrow morning I'm having coffee, and I just had iced coffee. It's 1.15 am, mind you. But I really really LOVE caffeine, hell.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Cafe Latte - Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Mocha Frappucino - Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Swedish Berry Iced Tea - Coffee Bean&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Dream Ice Blended - Coffee Bean&lt;br /&gt;Iced Kopi - Yakun Kaya Toast&lt;br /&gt;Cookies N Cream Mocha - Gloria Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Iced Cafe Latte - Gloria Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My common favorites. Yummmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-2909011754630171583?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2909011754630171583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=2909011754630171583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2909011754630171583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2909011754630171583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/amelia-is-flying-off-to-china-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-2022273363871059414</id><published>2008-05-31T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:49:42.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to all of your blogs and find you're doing that quiz that I did, and I'm the only one with super negative answers. Y'know, the kind that snap and you and basically say, "I'm in an effing bad mood so get out of my way or I'll kick your [inserts word]", which is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing my mind. My schedule is super screwed, my &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; is super screwed. Ask Char and Drey, they can vouch for a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part, mind you. That's only the effing &lt;em&gt;tip of the iceberg&lt;/em&gt;, for ice cream's sake. Bloody bloody chicken. It's effing &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my minddddd. Being a PSL, is hell. How can you throw duties to me at light speed? Am I not anti-superhero? Goodness, the things they think we're capable of. What makes you think I even KNOW the Thousand Legged what-the-hell-it-is song - much less &lt;em&gt;teach&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-2022273363871059414?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2022273363871059414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=2022273363871059414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2022273363871059414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2022273363871059414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-so-unreal.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-7978885749789930438</id><published>2008-05-27T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:12:58.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q1: Do you like your present school?&lt;br /&gt;A1: Uh, let me see. Yeah, pretty much, apart from the fact that it's filled with a criminally insane amount of skinny people that deserve to be force fed tons of Dreyer's Ice Cream. The teachers are really sweet though, at least, &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2: What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;A2: To get a damn life. I'm sick of trying to do everything that I don't exactly like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3: Who is the closest person to you in your school?&lt;br /&gt;A3: This is a rather debatable question. Do you mean physically, like I'm always with them, or like we share similar thoughts and feelings a lot of the time? I don't want to, like, hurt anybody, you know. I guess the few people I'm close to include Hwee, JT, Drey, Lynn, Char - but not necessarily in the same ways, and besides, there's always CCA and other stuff around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4: Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;A4: Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5: Are you afraid of death?&lt;br /&gt;A5: For someone who's pretty terrified of pain, surprisingly, no. I mean, it's something that happens to everyone sooner or later - so just deal with it. And you all should know that I'm pretty familiar with this concept, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6: What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;A6: Not to break down and get another whopping bout of depression. And of course, make something out of my mess-of-a-report-book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7: Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;A7: -pauses to think- I usually just say, "Yeah, duh", but maybe I should rethink this. Maybe that's why I'm always loving the wrong people! -laughs- Okay, actually, yes, but it may not last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8: Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;A8: Hell yeah. If it doesn't exist, my life is so totally shattered. I mean, what's the &lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt; of loving &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; if eternity love doesn't exist? We all may as well give up now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but yeah, I'm the kind of bitch to go around getting twenty boyfriends and not actually get married, ever. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9: Have you ever broken someone’s heart that he/she wants to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;A9: Uhh. Come to think of it - I think so. It was...disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10: What do you enjoy doing the most?&lt;br /&gt;A10: EATING. Singing, doodling, songwriting and dancing come equal second. Shopping and dressing up third. I mean, all these things mean a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; to me, because they prevent me from drying up and dying due to immense boredom. That's gotta count for something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11: Have you ever done anything for your admirer?&lt;br /&gt;A11: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12: What feeling do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;A12: All feelings suck, even happiness and gratefulness and all that. I know, because I've been in states when your systems just screws up whatever you're feeling and morphs it into something twisted and ugly, and then jams it down your throat while you choke on your tears. Trust me, there's nothing quite like it. But I think the worst feeling is unrequited affection, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13: Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;A13: It's difficult, but I want to. I mean, who wants to be a fair-weather friend anyway? But of course no matter how hard I try, it takes quite a bit to upkeep all my friendships to perfection. For one, I'm not omnipresent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. Who would you probably spend the rest of your life with?&lt;br /&gt;A14: Let. Me. Think. Obviously, I can't just say "Anyone I love" because that isn't exactly &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; - I get bored easily. And staying with a guy forever would just drive me crazy, really. When I find someone I love so much I lose sense of righteousness, I'll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15: What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;A15: Myself. Hello, it's what &lt;em&gt;makes&lt;/em&gt; my life! I think you can read this question in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16: Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;A16: Bad enough I want to fling myself off my HDB flat?&lt;br /&gt;But okay, at other times I just want to kiss the whole world and actually do some meaningful stuff (eg. finish Chinese SIA xD), so it evens out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17: What do you live for?&lt;br /&gt;A17: I'm actually clinging desperately to the hope that I actually make something awesome of my life one day, and that when I die, more than a million people in the world will remember me as someone they'd miss greatly. How's that for ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18: Who do you talk most to in school?&lt;br /&gt;A18: Probably Lynn darling. Isn't that obvious enough? Hey, she just came online, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19: What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;A19: You're Lovable by Kim Jong Kook, thanks to Sheryin! This song is just so lovely and cute. To be honest, I was actually listening to Ever Ever After because my iTunes was on shuffle - but I hate that song so much I decided to cheat and click the 'Next' button once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20: What material thing do you want most now?&lt;br /&gt;A20: Material? A black frilly dress! Either that, or my off-white hi-top Converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't tag anyone. Don't feel obliged! -laughs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-7978885749789930438?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7978885749789930438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=7978885749789930438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7978885749789930438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7978885749789930438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/q1-do-you-like-your-present-school-a1.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-4932953650124780588</id><published>2008-05-27T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:48:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so exhausted; goodness knows &lt;u&gt;why&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truth be told, it's only expected. Practice, tuition, piano lessons in one day - I have this irresistable urge to fling myself off the sixteenth floor of my flat. I'm serious. I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; do it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Char and Drey at Coffee Bean yesterday, and I was so thrilled when the waitress served us a Large White Chocolate Dream Ice Blended despite the fact that we had ordered a Small. Sweet of her, that, and the beverage was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'll be seeing Char and Drey again tomorrow - ain't that lovely! Sadly, I can't share a meal with them again, because I'll be having dinner with my cousins tomorrow at some random chinese restaurant that does awesome dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Algorithm March! It's so awesome, and my dad has picked it up with great enthusiasm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-4932953650124780588?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4932953650124780588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=4932953650124780588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4932953650124780588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4932953650124780588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-exhausted-goodness-knows-why.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-2403953385372732456</id><published>2008-05-25T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:06:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday my house contained 5 cakes. Now they're completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I'm putting on &lt;em&gt;weight&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously. I look like some fat dumpling now. It's terrifying, because I'm suddenly twice the size I was on Friday, no joke. I can shed the pounds in a jiffy, but I can pile them on really fast too. That's pretty horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it's disturbing me greatly, I mean, I'm very visibly thicker (xD) than I was two &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt; ago - but somehow I can't be bothered to try and lose weight anymore. It's so exhausting and you're always pale and sickly and depressed - which just irritates people. I shall just harp on the fact that at least I'm not ugly as well as fat, and that I'd rather be happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt;, throwing up after every meal is just plain exhausting. And it makes you look green and ill all the time, not pretty at all. -waggles finger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside! People seem to become unnaturally yet subconsciously ego-istic whenever their birthdays are within reach - theoretically speaking, that is - and often hint greatly toward their wishlists. And seeing that I lack one, I shall just...scribble them here. -hints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deathnote manga, in english, please. All twelve volumes are absent from my shelf.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tata Young CD! Goodness, I have no idea why but I suddenly love her music. How odd, but anyway, I think Audrey's getting this one for me. Gracias!&lt;br /&gt;3. Clothes. Yeah, this is a major need, not so much a want. Ehm.&lt;br /&gt;4. A pair of off-white Converse shoes, the hi-top kind. Like there's this pair Changmin owns. They cost $76.99, and that's in American dollars. Grrh.&lt;br /&gt;5. KAT-TUN CD. Why in Singapore sell them not?!&lt;br /&gt;6. Platinum blonde hair. GOODNESS YES. And have it back to school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more that I can't really think of now, ehm.&lt;br /&gt;I shall shed all the weight I gain over the holidays by locking myself in a metal box five days prior to school starting. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SDkrsC2hLAI/AAAAAAAAARY/lRk5bGkQVcg/s1600-h/My+iPod+Nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204238880083094530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SDkrsC2hLAI/AAAAAAAAARY/lRk5bGkQVcg/s320/My+iPod+Nano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the skin I actually designed for the iPod Nano competition. I hope some stu person doesn't show up and rip it off as his own work. The raw design is posted up on my &lt;a href="http://fizzymoon.deviantart.com/"&gt;DevArt&lt;/a&gt;, so yeah (: Let's pray I win &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, after all that gruelling, damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-2403953385372732456?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2403953385372732456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=2403953385372732456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2403953385372732456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2403953385372732456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-my-house-contained-5-cakes.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SDkrsC2hLAI/AAAAAAAAARY/lRk5bGkQVcg/s72-c/My+iPod+Nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941374838736979380.post-1746839799599189170</id><published>2008-05-24T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:52:48.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabbaticals are fulfilling, in spite of everything! But of course, the fact that school's out is even better. I shall while my time away devouring everything - trivia included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm wiki-ing random people. It's good fun after a bout of Chinese SIA. People are going to declare me mad and lock me up in an asylum after I say this, but: Doing Chinese SIA is actually excellent. Either I'm magically morphing into some perfectionist nerd who revels in mad fantasies of overwork, or I actually just &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; Chinese. And I might add that this morning, I had this sudden urge to read all my Chinese books. Right now, I'm reading 那个骑轮箱来的蜜儿，神秘的老师，窗边的小豆豆，妈咪爱，撒哈拉，局外人I, 局外人II, 局外人III, 玻璃泪珠，and at least six other books that I can't recall the titles of. It's pure madness, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, away from that, I'm wiki-ing Ueda. Goodness, he is such a &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, okay, he has all these weird tendencies and quirks (refer to Trivia section, please, ladies and gentlemen!) which make him so...odd. It's mildly terrifying, because Kazuo of Battle Royale comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Remember? The stoic and manly guy who looks really cool and awesome, but behind all that he's got no emotions whatsoever and tons of odd talents, like, playing the violin, for instance?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. Classical music? Speaks English and French? Likes roses? Black and red? Likes shopping? Wants to name his daughter Elizabeth? Easily hurt? Sensitive? Calligraphy? Wears blue contacts? If that doesn't scream 'girl' I don't know what does.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. That actually sounds like &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really. Thank goodness, but why does he have to like history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, Ueda really is an emotional person. And a bit of a timid person. Maybe his personality stemmed from the fact that he witnessed a man being killed in his early years. And of course, the fact that he went to an all-boys school helps the feminity in him. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Yuuri's voice for the first time yesterday, watching some video where he was in a fricking hot air balloon and singing. It was so cute it killed me, but also a bit gay. His voice is so &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, high. It was frightening, but the fact that it's also lovely and steady saved me from screaming and flying out the window while spasming. I mean, he can probably hit higher notes than &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, for goosh's sake. And he doesn't even squeak at them - he just sails over the high notes happily. Grrh. -stabs leg in anger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally partial to AB blooded people. It's legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the drama of Jpop industry. They have all these weird problems and stuff. Charlotte pointed out that KAT-TUN is probably one of the worst (meaning more screwed up, "history and morals"-wise) than others, but still. I mean, &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; at them. Arashi is still okay, and I think NEWS is okay too (albeit a bit problematic, but that's common occurence right?), and HSJ is still somewhere normal. But KAT-TUN, geesh, they have issues.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you don't see this kind of thing with Kpop bands. TVXQ is just mildly gay but that's as far as it goes. The worst thing they've committed is, I don't know, Jae drunk driving? KAT-TUN has all these conflicts and stuff. It's odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall resume SIA-ing, so as not to lose my head too soon in the holidays. Jyanne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-1746839799599189170?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1746839799599189170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=1746839799599189170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1746839799599189170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1746839799599189170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/sabbaticals-are-fulfilling-in-spite-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-2400592688312346509</id><published>2008-05-21T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:59:31.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/h/?k=DZstIVOovkFDrPk-DM-ADDAA-445f&amp;t=Advocating+Artist"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! Quite fascinating, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-2400592688312346509?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2400592688312346509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=2400592688312346509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2400592688312346509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/2400592688312346509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/awesome-quite-fascinating-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8426623105687513522</id><published>2008-05-20T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:34:18.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hit me only a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I really miss the days when I didn't have to worry if I was fat or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember those times? I used to sit in a corner every single breaktime, doodling in my sketchbook. Usually with something to munch on, or at least candy.&lt;br /&gt;And you'd be right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you remember the times we could laugh at anything, even the seemingly most insignificant details? Now they make me smile. I mean, they've always made me smile - but it's a bit painful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those were the times I was most happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you didn't really treasure them as much as I do, but that doesn't really matter. I mean, sure, I'm still happy, and life doesn't suck &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; much (or maybe it does), but it's way different. And maybe I just really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the lame things we loved to do (and still love to, secretly). It's the memories we made that mean so much to me now, and I doubt we can ever get them back. Things have changed, and it's probably for the better - but I do miss our happiness. My happiness, if I feel particularly selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the times when I was fat, cute and a bit retarded. Like Winnie the Pooh. At least Winnie the Pooh was really happy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? I really do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Maybe it's just a wave of nostalgia - but it aches quite a bit, really. Those were the good times, even if we didn't actually know each other that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Char. I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-8426623105687513522?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8426623105687513522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=8426623105687513522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8426623105687513522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8426623105687513522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-hit-me-only-while-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8612552843494997610</id><published>2008-05-17T14:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:09:54.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC59boakEGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kEtVTrgUO40/s1600-h/CIMG2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truly memorable, that's what it is. Since the morning of 16th May till now, I've been wrung out, turned upside down, shaken up and everything else you can think of. Frankly, I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring, granted; but damn, was it fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I complained, but I wouldn't have missed a single second of it all. Not if I had to do it all over again. I haven't been so utterly passionate and just, well, happy, for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't sound good yesterday, that's a given. I mean, listen to us. We committed every sin in singing possible: split notes, rhythm problem, unblended sound, going flat, going sharp, inability to reach high notes, screechy sounds, dynamic problems, goodness knows what else that I've failed to mention. I can totally understand our (rather obvious) failure.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, on the whole we sounded fine - especially to music illiterate people, but we know we didn't do our best. But you know what? We made things better. It may have been halfway through, and it may have been better much sooner - but we tried. NYC, we believed in ourselves when nobody else did. You could see the evident disappointment in every single soul - but we still persevered and gave it what it was worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we disappointed Ms Lim. I'm really sorry about that, honestly. Call it lethargy, call it irresponsibility - I can totally understand why we didn't win her favour. But we'll take it as a lesson and move on - things can only get better from here. And well, if we managed to make last night a small success, what more of our future? People going to Graz (especially my darlings Leting and Mandy Tan!), I'm not going to be there with you all, so you must work extra hard for my sake, capisce? I'll leave my spirit with you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of you who supported us, I love you so much. Thanks to my awesome classmates - namely Lynn, JT, Venus and Sarah, who stuck around at the end to give me Toblerones! Haha they were delicious, my dears, and extra special love to Lynn who gave me extra dark chocolate. You truly understand your okaasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our HCJC seniors - especially Mel Goh and Yichan! You two really made me smile, and you don't know how much your continuous support means to NYC, not only me. Thank you once again. And Mel, I finally got to pull your cheeks! -triumphant!- Heh, I must watch out from now on lest you want to take revenge :X Yichan, the chocolate you gave me was REALLY GOOD. I shall go buy an entire bag for myself next time (: I'm really grateful for the concern you guys show; it's wonderful to see you again, and just so you know, I worry for you as much as you worry for me. Take care, and our paths shall cross again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiling - even though you weren't with us, I know you were singing with us in China. When I messaged you, I was feeling rather crap, but when I read your reply, I perked up. You have no idea how much you were missed - I'm speaking for not only myself but I'm sure for the rest of NYC as well. Thank you for your support,  you're truly a senior I respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all NYCers! We tried, and you can feel it, can't you? Here's a hug for every single one of you, simply because I love you all and we must continue to bring glory to the name of NYC. This concert has pulled us closer together, thank goodness for that.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to these people who made me smile last night, you'll always be in my heart: Leting (you look awesome on stage darling), Mandy Tan (don't mull over things all the time; you're brilliant in every aspect), Jiahui (thank goodness for your emotions, they make us all feel happy and sad all the time), Yvonne (piano genius! you cute person), Sheryin (I feel much closer to you now - here's to a lasting friendship!), Tzehui (you have beautiful eyes!), Loyee (words can't express how much you mean to me, really), Seok Ting (I'm glad to know you! Thanks for all your concern + jokes all the time), Jemima (be positive!), Rebekah (you give your all, and we love you for that), Yueqi (you're really trying your best in NYC, and it's encouraging!), Wenjing (capable as always), Chiachia (awww &lt;3), Huiyi (I understand why Tzehui loves you so much!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Ms Lim. We mustn't let her down next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC590oakEHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gTB39bLNu4o/s1600-h/CIMG2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201232962815004786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC590oakEHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gTB39bLNu4o/s400/CIMG2391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC59-IakEII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1ICA4-lQ5vE/s1600-h/CIMG2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201233126023762050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC59-IakEII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1ICA4-lQ5vE/s400/CIMG2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC5-TIakEJI/AAAAAAAAARA/tGABd-PmmxI/s1600-h/CIMG2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201233486801014930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC5-TIakEJI/AAAAAAAAARA/tGABd-PmmxI/s320/CIMG2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC5-koakEKI/AAAAAAAAARI/l0IZ9ReWAIU/s1600-h/CIMG2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201233787448725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC5-koakEKI/AAAAAAAAARI/l0IZ9ReWAIU/s400/CIMG2401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC5-2IakELI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hmrTYJYTv0U/s1600-h/CIMG2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201234088096436402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC5-2IakELI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hmrTYJYTv0U/s400/CIMG2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandmother - I love her so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had Open House tour guide duty this morning, from 8 to 12. It was so tiring, and it was hot. But it was way fulfilling - when I answered the parents' questions and helped them decide a bit of what they planned for their children in future, it felt good. Even when I couldn't help as much as I liked, I could still tell them about my own experiences in NY. Suddenly my life felt meaningful, like I was using it to shed light on so many things people wanted to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I shan't complain about being a PSL, an AEPer, a GEPer, a Asst. Monitress, part of the NYC committee all at the same time. In fact, it's something I should be proud of. Getting commended for being 'entertaining' and yet 'diplomatic' was refreshing. I admire Hwee's endurance, really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, I think I've grown up a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-8612552843494997610?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8612552843494997610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=8612552843494997610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8612552843494997610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8612552843494997610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/truly-memorable-thats-what-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SC590oakEHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gTB39bLNu4o/s72-c/CIMG2391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941374838736979380.post-4782820158281477847</id><published>2008-05-15T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:02:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just dawned on me, that I should truly respect my metabolism rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually (yes I'm really saying this!) rather thin, given the ridiculous amount I consume. Only I can wolf down a whole loaf of bread with random jams and peanut butter and nutella and not immediately expand with great violence, so I should be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;And, just for the record, I am now &lt;strong&gt;41kg&lt;/strong&gt;. Goodness, it's the lightest ever. Unless my hair weighs about 3kg and chopping it off contributed to this figure - I think I definitely lost weight. I have no idea how, though, seeing that I'm eating thrice my usual amount due to the antibiotics I've been taking. They make me hungry, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had choir practice today for tomorrow's concert. NYC is going to rock the house - I promise you that. It feels good, undeniably. I'm grateful for the amount of memories preparing for this concert has created. I mean, yeah, they're more bad than good - but it's really how you look at things that affects you forever.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming tomorrow, and a huge amount of miscellaneous people - so I EXPECT ROSES. -ahem- For I know the person who gets me a rose is probably someone like Marcus, instead of you -ahem- lovely 213 people or my parents. That's the way it goes, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chiling. She'd better come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently have this odd obsession with eyes. Like, the way people's eyes are shaped and stuff. And I also (because of this) have recently realised how pretty some of my peers are. I think Yueqi's really pretty, genuinely so. I've always thought she looks cute and happy, but she's actually really attractive. Especially her eyes! They're really nicely shaped.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn's eyes are really nice too. I mean, they're not shaped really nicely like Yueqi's, but the ends of her eyes are kinda wide and deep set-ish, which makes them really pretty. And of course she has big eyes and long eyelashes, which make them even nicer. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to notice this kinda stuff, but it's really quite fascinating. Probably because I draw a lot, so I can kind of picture how eyes like these people's may look down on paper. Really gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gorgeous, that's what Yamada Ryosuke is! Geesh, he's so pretty - but I don't find him greatly attractive. Because he isn't like 'OMG PRETTY' like Jaejoong - although he's definitely goodlooking. Ehm I'm still with Yuuri Chinen though! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iTunes just started blasting gay rock music - and I realised it's some tune from the soundtrack of TVXQ's 2nd Live Concert (which I haven't watched although I have the DVD staling away somewhere). CAN YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY STOP UTILIZING ODD MUSIC TO ENHANCE THE ODDITY OF YOUR CONCERTS and JUST BE COOL. Some people never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to eat now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-4782820158281477847?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4782820158281477847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=4782820158281477847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4782820158281477847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4782820158281477847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-just-dawned-on-me-that-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-9175664572190956553</id><published>2008-05-13T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:11:08.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate SO MUCH TODAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From morning. One hot dog bun, one kueh thingy, two bottles of Frappucino, one cup of apple brainfreeze drink, one tuna puff, some sandwich thingy, one ice cream cone, spaghetti with roast chicken and pomegranate juice.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE DAY ISN'T DONE YET, NOT TILL I EAT SO. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frighten myself, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why does everyone say I resemble Yuuri Chinen when he's doing that stupid happy pose? Do I do stuff like that all the time? SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, imagine me before the haircut - now look at Yuuri Chinen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SCmEC4akEFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/D6TCqG1y0Q4/s1600-h/yuuri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199832429814354002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SCmEC4akEFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/D6TCqG1y0Q4/s320/yuuri1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I (or could I) resemble that guy, &lt;em&gt;honestly&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES IT'S A GUY (are you shocked!). Really. Goodness, I do not look like that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I need to be doing work now. I have a mountain of work waiting for me to finish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somebody get this chick a vodka, she's pulling an all-nighter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for those of you wondering - my burnt arm is pretty darn ouched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-9175664572190956553?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/9175664572190956553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=9175664572190956553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/9175664572190956553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/9175664572190956553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-ate-so-much-today-from-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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://bp2.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SCmEC4akEFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/D6TCqG1y0Q4/s72-c/yuuri1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941374838736979380.post-5801407783354589</id><published>2008-05-12T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:54:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at home today, a nice change from the perpetually bustling environment of school. But it's getting a tad boring, sitting here with not much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a splitting headache. Grrh. I feel like eating something again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate so much last night! Cream cake, Timtams, an apple and a pear, almond jelly with peach, a cup of hot tea, and dinner. Yes, &lt;em&gt;and dinner&lt;/em&gt;. It's really a lot, but I don't feel fat or anything today. I feel...hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall scavenge for food, but my house seems miserably devoid of any satisfying makan. This sounds funny, like - Adventures of the Food Obsessed Freak. Sounds catchy (not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel giddyish; why. I ate so much and I'm still giddy. Oh no. I think I lack of blood, really. And sleep. That's why I feel so crap right now - I kid you not. I think I need to hurl. Goodness. Catch you later, when I'm not half dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-5801407783354589?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5801407783354589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=5801407783354589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5801407783354589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5801407783354589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-at-home-today-nice-change-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-5178894564077850523</id><published>2008-05-11T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:27:22.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my hairdresser. How in the world does she translate 'trim off half an inch' to be 'chop off two inches'?! Dammit, now I look so effing horrid. Mrs Teo will regret having asked me to 'do something about my hair' because now I look like a damned coconut. That's the last time I pay any attention to teachers yammering away about the length of my hair. It looked &lt;em&gt;good, &lt;/em&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scalded my arm on Friday and it became red and blistery. Now a whole layer of skin is gone, I kid you not. It looks horrible. Misfortune is laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fat. Let me describe my breakfast: Huge curry bun thing, one huge cup of hot milo, a timtam, a stick of gummy candy thing, more chocolate. And my tea yesterday (TEA, not uh LUNCH) was a blueberry muffin, Swedish Berry ice blended tea, a slice of Raspberry Michel cake, some quiche, black cherry tea and coke. And last night I actually had cup noodles for supper. AUGH AMANDA WHY YOU EAT THE WORLD UP haha not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a fantastic lunch and dinner today since it's Mothers' Day, don't be astonished if a pig turns up in class. With a bad hairdo D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-5178894564077850523?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5178894564077850523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=5178894564077850523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5178894564077850523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5178894564077850523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-my-hairdresser.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-3050575020471964702</id><published>2008-05-10T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:49:05.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I scalded my arm, and it's red and blistery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sue the school. The water cooler didn't have the red tape to tell me it's hot. Plus, the General Office didn't have &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; burn cream. I actually had to borrow Daphne's (thank you, darling). How inefficient can you &lt;u&gt;get&lt;/u&gt;, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Chiling at Raffles City yesterday, and she's in China by now. She's really a very nice person. I think I'm going to miss her a whole lot when she has to graduate; it's like last year all over again. Except I think it won't hurt nearly as much this year. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Simhwee during 2.4km, you were the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-3050575020471964702?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3050575020471964702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=3050575020471964702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3050575020471964702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3050575020471964702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-scalded-my-arm-and-its-red-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-7723919957137435176</id><published>2008-05-09T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:32:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the computer lab right now with Hwee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY ELSE IS HERE -mysterious smile-&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm blasting gay music from the computer; partially also due to the fact that Simhwee's computer can't play any music. Tragic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd to be in the computer lab with nobody else around, I'm kinda accustoming myself to the weird aura of this place. It's fascinating, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for NAPFA five stations in about two hours or so, and it's a bit heavy on me. We had 2.4km run today and I cried like hell. CRIED and CRIED I tell you. Simhwee was really nice but I bet she was a bit freaked out by my inexplicably odd behaviour. Ehm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn got me a rose for Mother's Day - so sweet hey! -hugs Lynn- She looked so cute in her NPCC uniform; I had to resist giving her a big hug (although her whole demeanor is so UN-cute). It's a mother's love, yes. BUT LYNN THE ICE POPS YOU SOLD WEREN'T COLD WHY. I demand all ice pops to actually be ICY. Like frozen. Goodness, don't you know anything! -shakes head in disappointment-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat something, but I just don't know WHAT. A bit disturbing. Normally I don't feel like eating anything, but after today's 2.4km run I feel sapped and skinny enough to eat as much crap as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shite, people just came in. No more gay music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-7723919957137435176?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7723919957137435176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=7723919957137435176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7723919957137435176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7723919957137435176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-in-computer-lab-right-now-with-hwee.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-1051624009090447516</id><published>2008-05-07T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:06:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a rather tiring day, but one of the best of my life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw a sort of hissy fit this morning, and I apologize sincerely. I guess it really wasn't fair of me, yeah? Goodness, I need to get a grip on my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just upset-ish, because you guys seemed to be really happy together, and I just wasn't part of it. I mean, you couldn't even &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; me, for eff's sake, but really, that doesn't warrant me to be such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I haven't been practicing what I preach. Hell, I can't expect you guys to come to me all the time, I've got to do some work too. Next time I'll be the one running over to give you guys a big smile, because given my recent attitude, it's what I owe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys really mean so &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; to me, really. It's more than I can put into words, but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simhwee&lt;/strong&gt; I know I've been rather irritating and even unfair to you recently, and it's obvious that it's kinda irking you, even if you don't think so. I'm really sorry, and I hope things aren't spoilt between us. Your support means a lot to me, and I think we both know that we annoy each other really badly sometimes, and we just know how to hide it. But thanks for always being around, your friendship has meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lynn&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes I guess I don't know you that much at all. We weren't that close until recently, to be frank, and I'm glad that we know each other much better now. You're a really capable person, more than you may appear (it's not an insult~), and I think you're one of the most wonderful people I've ever known. Sometimes it looks like I'm just making fun of you and stuff, but I want you to know that I genuinely care for you and that I'm really grateful you're on my side all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jt&lt;/strong&gt; you're an awesome deskmate~ I know I tend to ignore you sometimes when I'm busy doing stuff, and I apologize for it. You're really a wonderful friend and really talented, though you'd probably disagree. You care for my wellbeing, and that makes me really happy. Thanks so much for just sticking around all the time, because you mean a lot to me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlotte&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I've been bitchy recently, but I just want you to know that you're really important to me. The stupid things we do togther just make me smile like crazy; I guess that's enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legit (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-1051624009090447516?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1051624009090447516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=1051624009090447516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1051624009090447516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1051624009090447516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-rather-tiring-day-but-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-23119595841758920</id><published>2008-05-06T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:58:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness, I'm majorly panicking about my Show And Tell tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only person stupid enough to get myself in a fix like this; a Show and Tell about Jaejoong. I kid you not, &lt;em&gt;Jaejoong&lt;/em&gt;. WHY. WHYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even possible for me to do a damn powerpoint presentation on him without twitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't think about that now - hopefully I can muster up some faux nerves to get me through my Show and Tell tomorrow, goodnessireallywanttocurlupanddiereally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just staring at myself in the mirror just now (narcissism much?) and it dawned on me that I'm not actually fat. Wow, amazing. And just to check I weighed myself and I'm 42kg. Cool, I dropped a kilogram when I was genuinely busy stuffing myself. I really thought I was putting on pounds, but it just goes to show what a wonderful thing metabolism is, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want COKE. Why is it so AWESOME. Goodness, withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that Jaejoong doesn't wear normal shoes like normal people. He's constantly donning some weird boots with heels and tassely thingies on them, in particularly gay colors like cream or maroon or something. The picture of him that I'm currently staring at depicts him in some rainbowish outfit and electric blue boots. Goodness, and he doesn't even look odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I go get coke? Because uhm I really want some. Or should I opt for tea and just regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should START MEMORIZING MY SCRIPT FOR SHOW AND TELL goodness, that's a brilliant idea. Why didn't that strike me any sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-23119595841758920?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/23119595841758920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=23119595841758920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/23119595841758920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/23119595841758920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodness-im-majorly-panicking-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-1146326148033818283</id><published>2008-05-03T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:37:24.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick,  but to be frank I have no clue what exactly it is that I'm down with. It's a bit like flu + fever + dehydration but not really at all. Goodness knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I now lack the appetite to eat &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; at all - which is rather saddening. Food is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then somebody tell me WHY I'm getting fat! It's outrageous - I'm actually getting fatter despite my illness. I won't be able to fit into my school skirt on Monday I tell you. It's annoying. I mean, I'm okay with the fact that I'm fat (or going to be, whatever) and I've kinda resigned myself to it. It's perfectly okay to be fat, and besides, it looks better than being too skinny or what people call 'plump' - may as well just be FAT and get it over with. And anyway - it's cool to be pretty and fat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stu school skirt. Damn, it's &lt;em&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/em&gt; if your fats spill out over the waistband. Which is why, actually, I'm so hell bent on being skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fairprice Finest with my parents today. I wanted kimchi but my mum refused. At least they let me get soba - I'll be eating soba for the next few days (:&lt;br /&gt;It's healthy and tasty, no wonder the Japanese people don't get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ did a Samsung ad with SNSD! It's awesomely &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;. But still. I think it was really smart of them (the producers, whatevs) to put Yoochun and Yoona together - because they look uncannily alike. They smile in the same way, and everything. And when you see their expressions you just want to smack them simultaneously. Awesome, really.&lt;br /&gt;ChangminxJessica is really cute too, even if I dislike Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I can't end the post with 'I'm hungry' anymore. GRRH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-1146326148033818283?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1146326148033818283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=1146326148033818283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1146326148033818283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1146326148033818283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sick-but-to-be-frank-i-have-no-clue.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-1634277819231487137</id><published>2008-05-01T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:01:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ripped from my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Never. Don't tell me I'm not answering question, damn I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on...oh actually, either way I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, because people can't (be bothered to) understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, I just make it look like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If sacrificing something of yours would bring happiness to another, would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm conjuring up a few examples of a situation like that and honestly, yes, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Let. Me. Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've already lost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;Goodness no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Uh no. I'll just wait and see what happens. If he loves me back that's good, but I'll probably have gotten sick of him by the time that comes. If he doesn't love me back that's fine as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;She should know! Mada tegami wo yomimasenka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Rich, goodlooking, humorous, talkative, tall, talented and responsible. HARHARHAR methinks I sound really picky. Scrap that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;I hate so many types of people, particularly females. Why, I cannot fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;Musician - sounds cooler than 'singer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Shoot, shag, marry?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you find it a need for you to have a boyfriend / girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I can live without the stress, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. At this point in time, would you rather stay in your comfort zone or try something new?&lt;br /&gt;Staying in a comfort zone is for wimps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Tell me five things that we don't know about you.&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I'm really (really severely) not living in reality, and this takes a toll on my performance in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- I struggle with my emotions very badly.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't actually like sweet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate it when people are too positive.&lt;br /&gt;- I've always thought it was cool to be a guy, but I guess now it's a bit late. (xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Because I am awesome! (really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you have quarreled with your friend, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who's fault it is; I don't throw away pride for the sake of pathetic 'friends'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-1634277819231487137?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1634277819231487137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=1634277819231487137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1634277819231487137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1634277819231487137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/ripped-from-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8200682840386620481</id><published>2008-04-30T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:27:34.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I refuse &lt;em&gt;refuse&lt;/em&gt; to attend CSM next year; it is my stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly - what can anyone make of three hours of tolerating (seemingly engaging but actually useless and boring) lame cheers and announcements, all while staying under the blazing sun? Excuse me, but if that's &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; idea of fun &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; can go sweat your butts off. After seeing tons of people run like the wind about ten times, the novelty wears off and we all look forward to bubble tea and meeting old friends - but soon that grows old too.&lt;br /&gt;After wandering around in the sweltering heat enough, everything just sucks. I have absolutely no tolerance for heat and I swear I could've dried up and passed out. Blame me for running all over and screaming - but it was all for a purpose (one that I'd rather skip on).&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to boycott the stu company that gave us our bubble tea forty five minutes late, damn. I'll never go near another bubble tea thingy in my enti-ah lyfe. I think I died of excess sugar with the first sip. Goodness, even Leting - the absolute sugar addict - thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;And the heat was intolerable. Lynn and Simhwee, I'm sorry if I whined a bit too much, I know it was annoying. I'll try to keep my ramblings to a minimum next time, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this person giving free hugs. I got one! It was kinda fun actually - but all you people keep calling me cheap -_-" At least I didn't go, "Because free mah!"! It was genuinely fun - I'm just the kind of person to do un-norm stuff like that, and you guys should know it. And that guy was rather amusing, honestly (albeit desperate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Pizza Hut, which was rather amusing. Simhwee actually eats pizza with a &lt;em&gt;fork and knife&lt;/em&gt;. Damn, you shoulda seen it - Lynn and I were attempting to be ladylike and ended up with chunks of pizza all over and were completely unable to get the pizza pieces anywhere near our mouths. Lynn gave up and used her hands while I persevered! -does triumphant pose- It was wildly interesting - goodness Simhwee, I suppose you use chopsticks to eat potato chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairprice Finest was awesome! They have all these exclusive Japanese snacks (including Marble Pocky and Bourbon limited edition stuff!) and tons of Japanese food you can&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; get elsewhere! Like Kirin bottled milk tea that I first saw in a convenience store in Tokyo - heavenly, really. And these cute cups of jelly and yoghurt, so pretty. The prices were intolerable - but when I'm loaded I'll be back! -stabs the air with my finger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopped on the bus and went to Island Creamery! The flavors are so &lt;em&gt;queer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn had Apple Crumble, Simhwee Burnt Caramel and a Blackforest Cake for me. It was the awesomest thing I've had in a long time, or so I thought. Tasted mildly, uh, liquorish and bitter but yeah, it's genuinely Blackforest-ish. It even had little frozen berries, how awesome is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; those berries. Are they black cherries? I never knew what they put in Blackforest Cake, but it certainly ain't strawberry or blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, black cherry! Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to manga all over again - spent third lang break and after third lang reading Deathnote in Japanese. And this odd manga about a murderer killing people like in the Phantom of The Opera. Frickin' awesome, really. I calculated how much I need to purchase the manga I'm currently aching for, and it amounts to about S$150. Manga prices have risen, and none too late either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour Day tomorrow! AWESHOMEEEE (: I shalt sleep in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-8200682840386620481?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8200682840386620481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=8200682840386620481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8200682840386620481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8200682840386620481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-refuse-refuse-to-attend-csm-next-year.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-3532462941192976532</id><published>2008-04-29T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:21:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a horrible Tuesday - but it's more or less over.&lt;br /&gt;I was dying the &lt;em&gt;whole day&lt;/em&gt;. From the science paper in the morning all the way to drama, I felt horrible. It was the flu from last night, but now it's gone so I can't skip CSM tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, CSM. I think I'll just die of irritation before the day's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to NPCC for their ice pops. I'm addicted to those things - thanks to the horrible weather. And they have less calories than cookies or cake - since they're just sugar anyway (: Ice pops are truly awesome. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for gown fitting today (and ended up late from Drama, which I shall refrain from explaining lest I get the impulse to stab my Drama teacher with a pencil) during lunch! Honestly - it looks like a nightgown. -twitches- And it feels like one, too. But okay, all things considered, it's &lt;em&gt;not bad&lt;/em&gt;. Better than I'd expected, but I look so PHAT in it. Grrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to tie a red rose around my arm with white ribbon though! It's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 1/3 a Subway sandwich for dinner! What was inside I couldn't tell though - lettuce, olives, honey mustard, roast beef, tomatoes, cheese, etc. As long as my sub has honey mustard I'm happy (: It was yummeh, and not some boring blah food like I always eat. Keh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to CSJH's Girlfriend! Also known as Girl Talk - it's so catchyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-3532462941192976532?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3532462941192976532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=3532462941192976532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3532462941192976532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3532462941192976532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-horrible-tuesday-but-its-more-or.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-4804211103077481725</id><published>2008-04-26T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:57:56.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. My life is horribly hectic so I only have approximately fifteen minutes to ramble off a quick post before I devote three precious hours of my life to shelving stupid fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPS this morning was more emotional that I'd expected, in all honesty. But I think I've learnt a good lot about myself - and everyone else - in that short five minutes, and it's awesome, really. I love all my FPS mates so much, so much - if we really make it to Australia and need to kick someone out god forbid it be anyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for CIP later, and I can't think of anything I'd hate more. Except maybe bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh. CIP. C.I.P. See. I. Pee.&lt;br /&gt;That's hilarious, really. See I pee. Damnit, CIP! -stresses out-&lt;br /&gt;Fine I shall make those three hours enjoyable and meaningful and indulge in the sweet thought that all these wonderful considerate people are way too engrossed in discovering the meaning of reading to place their books back nicely. And also that they are deeply fascinated and awed by the fantastic phenomenons they are reading about, so much such that they need much more and have no choice but to abandon their exhausted material on my book cart so that I may further shelve to bring happiness into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that didn't work, did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm ooh. I'm 43 kg again. And it's really quite funny seeing how I've actually been eating a LOT recently. Heh. And in fact I've just finished lunch+dessert+after lunch snack. Ooh. So maybe I'm actually lighter than that. Awesome. On with the flab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm greatly amused at the prospect of donning a girly white dress and flouncing around to a highly well-known tune from a respected timeless musical. But all things said, it sounds rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo. I'm hungry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-4804211103077481725?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4804211103077481725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=4804211103077481725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4804211103077481725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4804211103077481725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-150709666925677296</id><published>2008-04-25T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:50:08.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff have been happening recently, enough to make me a tad frantic. But that's a good thing really - much better than stoning around and waiting for my life to make something good of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather sad day today, and tomorrow's just going to suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was painful, crappy and screwed. Things got ugly and I cried twice, only nobody noticed. It felt better that way. Sometimes I really wonder why I put up with all this. I used to be able to tell myself, tomorrow's gonna be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't work anymore. Tomorrow's even more screwed than today. I try to hold on to my dreams and try to tell myself that I'll get all that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I want one day - but it doesn't exactly work. I'd just like to die, if you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want to kill &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's painful, and it's against my religious principles. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angst aside, I want this post to be more happy than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of religious principles, I actually think pre-marital sex is rather awesome. Or as Charlotte puts it, with mutual consent and protection. -laughs- But again, it's against my religious principles - but it's &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick Guo's leaving soon (quietly now:"Hoorayyyy."), so I think we'll be throwing him a farewell party. Aren't we so sweet. -glares-&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get why all of you adore him so much. I find him mildly annoying, especially when he asks me stupid questions like 'have I eaten lunch'. It's rather disturbing. This is an example of how I'm irritated by Derrick Guo.&lt;br /&gt;The other day during lab lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just realised you have really small wrists, Simhwee.&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: Htw?! Everybody has small wrists!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, some are smaller than others. You're skinnyish.&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: What, no! Everyone's like that, please.&lt;br /&gt;Guo (who happened to be eavesdropping): Amanda's just too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What, no! I'm normal!&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: YES SHE IS TOO SKINNY. Like what is your BMI? 17?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, actually, 16.5, but it's still normal.&lt;br /&gt;Guo: You're underweight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! I'm not! -pauses- Okay I am but I knew that already.&lt;br /&gt;Guo: So you should eat more.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I eat a lot already!! -indignantly- (I do eat a LOT.)&lt;br /&gt;Guo: -doesn't believe me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he makes me sound like I have some eating disorder! It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pauses-&lt;br /&gt;FINE SO I DO HAVE EATING DISORDERS SO WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly now I'm okay. I ate dinner + cookies +watermelons (: Food is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've such a sweet mortal now, who gives me so much food. But if you're reading this - you really don't have too! Because I'm getting fatter now ): So yeah. Thanks a lot, but you really don't have to! I'm trying to cut down on snacks and eat proper food, so support me by not giving so much junk food yeah? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-150709666925677296?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/150709666925677296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=150709666925677296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/150709666925677296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/150709666925677296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-havent-blogged-in-long-time-no-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-4834986918888540284</id><published>2008-04-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:16:01.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish people'd stop lying to themselves, because after time, everyone else who sees it gets majorly, majorly, annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean, seriously. So y'all stop cheating yourselves. It's damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Amelia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-4834986918888540284?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4834986918888540284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=4834986918888540284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4834986918888540284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/4834986918888540284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish-peopled-stop-lying-to-themselves.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-529522661766780801</id><published>2008-04-21T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:20:05.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was blogshop-hopping and I found something that I really adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm93/sweetlittledress/S032.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SO CUTE! Apple shirt! Heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be skinny enough to look good in this, but it's motivation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-529522661766780801?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/529522661766780801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=529522661766780801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/529522661766780801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/529522661766780801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-blogshop-hopping-and-i-found-some.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8052751377375391372</id><published>2008-04-21T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:59:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Monday, and I'm kinda bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate effing Tuesdays, they should fester and die. But it's inevitable that I get disappointed once every week and have to tolerate Tuesdays. There's choir tomorrow, which really sucks since I haven't exactly memorized my scores.&lt;br /&gt;Correction, I'm having a bit of problem due to having to self-teach myself about four songs, nearly from scratch. And I sacrificed majority of my scores to Ms Lim, leaving me with none to revise. It really, really sucks. You don't know how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, so I'll mass-do quizzes. Let the results speak for 'emselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 13% Fake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouafakegirlquiz/fake-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake doesn't even come close to describing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're totally natural, and proud of who you really are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouafakegirlquiz/"&gt;Are You A Fake Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Little Black Dress Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thelittleblackdresstest/dress-4.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are chic, worldly, and charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You naturally fascinating and popular. You never feel like pretending to be someone you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your style is simple, flattering, and always appropriate. You fill your closet with well quality, timeless items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a shoe, you would be: Open toed heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thelittleblackdresstest/"&gt;The Little Black Dress Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Wear a White Bikini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorbikinishouldyouwearquiz/white-bikini.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the genes to be the ultimate beach beauty, from your golden tan to your natural sun kissed highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a fancy bikini to prove that you've got it going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorbikinishouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Bikini Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a White Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/white-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent youthfulness and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lemon Meringue Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/lemon-meringue-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of sassy and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always know how to brighten someone's mood, but you're not overly sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you can be a bit too honest at times. And most people find that refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're always true to yourself, you keep things light. That's how people are able to stomach your slightly bitter outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you have well refined tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're complicated - and let's face it - a true enigma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy defying expectations, and there are many layers to your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not one easy way to define you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Espresso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/espresso.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Jam Cookie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/jam-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside, you project a straight-laced, innocent vibe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the inside, you're complex, exotic, and full of flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Blueberry Margarita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavormargaritaareyouquiz/blueberry-margarita.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there's no one quite like you.  And believe it or not, most people think that's a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open, wild, friendly, wacky, and tons of fun. You have a big personality... and a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavormargaritaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Margarita Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Smores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/smores.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual and unconventional, you make your strange ways work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got personality - no one's denying that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What Dessert Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Green Tea Pocky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/green-tea-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: natural and zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful yet full of life. Deep and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're halfway to tantric bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are More Cutthroat Than You Think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoucutthroatquiz/cutthroat-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you do have that killer instinct lurking in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may not be actually cutting throats anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You certainly don't mind clawing your way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoucutthroatquiz/"&gt;Are You Cutthroat?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Total Player!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whenitcomestomenareyouaplayerquiz/player.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, when it comes to the game of love, you're a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are you an expert player, you are a highly evolved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, dating is like a game of chess - with a much happier ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you adeptly alter your moves, depending on who's in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whenitcomestomenareyouaplayerquiz/"&gt;When It Comes to Men, Are You a Player?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Goth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/goth.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so gothically outrageous, and you aren't afraid to flaunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you dress up like Robert Smith or a tragic Little Bo Peep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are that you'll be parading around with the rest of the goths at Yoyogi Park on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your white makeup and blue lipstick! Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may just get picked up by one of the seedy photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/"&gt;What's Your Japanese Subculture?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 76% Intuitive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/intuitive-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very intuitive person. And luckily, your intuition is normally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wise enough to know that relying on intuition alone can be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your intuition seems really off, you tend to ignore it - and look at the facts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/"&gt;How Intuitive Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Margarita Martini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavormartiniareyouquiz/margarita-martini.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a full on partier, with a good deal of sass and spunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always friendly and welcoming - and very tolerant of obnoxious drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never: Drink and dance. The pictures will be everywhere the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal party: Is loud, with good music and fun drinking games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking soulmates: Those with a Dirty Martini personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking rivals: Those with a Classic Martini personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavormartiniareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Martini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/gummy-bears.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 44% Sociopath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouasociopathquiz/sociopath-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a sociopath, but you're very prone to antisocial behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people's opinions matter little to you. You live your own fringe life - for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouasociopathquiz/"&gt;Are You A Sociopath?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Body Image is 76% Unhealthy, 24% Healthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourbodyimagequiz/bodyimage-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative body image is borderline serious. It could turn into an eating disorder or psychological problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you're just having a bad day. But maybe you need to think about getting help for your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourbodyimagequiz/"&gt;How's Your Body Image?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Make 73% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction skills are practically legendary. You know how to close the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let someone you're really into get the better of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep up your end of the flirting game, you'll get the prize at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Paint Your Room Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorshouldyoupaintyourroomquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and soothing, blue rooms have been known to reduce blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blue room will encourage deep rest and great sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue room is the perfect oasis for a stressful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoupaintyourroomquiz/"&gt;What Color Should You Paint Your Room?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a a Martini Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofdrinkingwomanareyouquiz/martini.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly classy and refined, you drink like a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to hold your liquor, and you always keep your composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you demand the same in a guy - especially if he can remain a gentleman while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to date successful men, who can pay for your quality drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrinkingwomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drinking Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Gingerbread House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatholidayfoodareyouquiz/gingerbread.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little spicy and a little sweet, anyone would like to be lost in the woods with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatholidayfoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Holiday Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-8052751377375391372?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8052751377375391372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=8052751377375391372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8052751377375391372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8052751377375391372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-monday-and-im-kinda-bummed.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-3258720271005709023</id><published>2008-04-20T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:27:56.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huge breakfasts are damned wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate two large slices of raisin bread, y'know the ones that come in huge yummy loaves? And a few chocolate chip cookies and a weird chocolate candy thing that actually tasted mildly suspicious, but never mind. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at around two in the morning, due to excessive DVD watching. My mum had rented Deathnote and Deathnote 2 on Friday, and demanded that we finish watching them so that she can return them without having to pay for extra time, or something like that. So we ended up piled in front of the TV from ten to two, eating miscellaneous leftovers. It was...mildly amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deathnote is awesome, though. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure how to react to it though, but I think I was going to cry at the ending. Possibly because L died, and I really love L. Uhm but immediately after thinking that I remembered that Light had died as well, so I decided to feel sad about Light as well (this doesn't really make sense, does it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, screw it, I love L. He's so awesomely wonderful! And he makes me feel like eating loads of sweet stuff now (: I don't understand how Simhwee can't crave for sweet stuff. We were discussing something like that the other day, and I came to the decision that I'm actually craving for sweet stuff more than anything else. I'd skip dinner for cake if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, maybe, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. People are coming over for music project today! Let's make it good -twitches-. I hope they can find my house without getting LAWST, keh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go eat more chocolates now. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-3258720271005709023?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3258720271005709023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=3258720271005709023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3258720271005709023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3258720271005709023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/huge-breakfasts-are-damned-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-3341706395373417073</id><published>2008-04-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:19:04.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SAitphWlGLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NtEBVsWlK0A/s1600-h/blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190589499383814322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SAitphWlGLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NtEBVsWlK0A/s400/blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks awesome, doesn't it? I really love it! Awesome awesome awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while we're on that topic - Yunho isn't all that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-3341706395373417073?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3341706395373417073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=3341706395373417073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3341706395373417073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3341706395373417073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-looks-awesome-doesnt-it-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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://bp1.blogger.com/__xQ95VG7c0Q/SAitphWlGLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NtEBVsWlK0A/s72-c/blackandwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941374838736979380.post-6738749131213578193</id><published>2008-04-18T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:16:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously. There is something to be said for over-eating. How come I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; learn my lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate dinner, two slices of bread (with peanut butter and jam), a Magnum, three scoops of ice cream (that tasted damned sucky, dunno why I went ahead and ate it anyway), a blueberry muffin, two chocolate wafer thingies, a stick of German chocolate, three glasses of apple cranberry soda, a cup of hot tea and god knows what else. No &lt;u&gt;wonder&lt;/u&gt; I feel full. And I still had the nerve to go, "I'm hungry. Can I go buy something to eat?" -screams and dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like SHITE. I just NEVER LEARN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling awfully pressurized by choir. I suck so bad I can't even memorize my scores properly. Maybe I should just quit, since I suck so bad. And join Green Club, or something. The pressure I get from choir is enough to hurt me like mad - I'd rather do 24 hours of CIP straight. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Choir practice early in the morning tomorrow. I'd better go mug to memorize NOW, because I make it or I break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I fake it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-6738749131213578193?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6738749131213578193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=6738749131213578193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6738749131213578193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6738749131213578193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-3687434550114467680</id><published>2008-04-17T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:58:45.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from school. Because my mummy instructed me to, rather forcibly, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just finished (not really, but whatever) our LA assignment :) And I sent it to myself (and dear mother), along with a few stupid sentences:&lt;br /&gt;"I am young and stupid. Which is why I excessively ate brocolis. That's why I am green." Amusing much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, hasn't anyone ever told you that it's rude to trespass on people's cyberspace? Especially your son! I'm growing up, I need my personal space. That's right, so kindly get your nose out of my internet history. NO I DO NOT WATCH PORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I think too much school has burnt out my brain cells. I'm speaking (typing, WHATEVERRRR) in this highly diplomatic manner, which may strike some as annoying and stupid. Gah. And I greatly refuse to be an adolescent son of someone by the name of Vong vong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AEP's ending early today, which is AWESOME (I totally overuse that word). Maybe I'll make a trip to Lotte Mart to purchase Amelia's birthday presents. I'm planning to buy her a huge box and throw all sorts of lame goodies that eleven year olds seem to find great delight in. Like...tons of Korean snacks. And cute notebooks and whatnot. Grrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell just went. Adios. I should go too, and eat more brocolis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-3687434550114467680?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3687434550114467680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=3687434550114467680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3687434550114467680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3687434550114467680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-blogging-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-5584466485550728847</id><published>2008-04-15T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:07:26.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody seems unnaturally obsessed with the thought that they may be one of the fifteen (or whatever number) people on everyone else's list. So I shall now re-draw up my own list, if you all know what I mean. A bit longer than the last, this one's thirteen people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Simhwee gave me a brilliant idea on who else to write on. -wiggles eyebrows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First I must say, I really miss you very much. Even though I didn't exactly know you very well in the first place, but you've impacted me a lot. You made a point in my life really enjoyable and delightful, when all I needed to do was to catch a glimpse of you and I'd feel really happy! (probably because you're so adorable!) But honestly - thanks so much for bothering to understand and care for me, because it's all the little things you did that mattered a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're probably one of the most interesting lifeforms I've ever laid eyes on. -laughs- But okay uhm. You're awesome! The things you do always make me laugh, even if you didn't actually mean to (huh that just makes you sound spastic xD). Thanks for sticking around in my life, and it really doesn't matter if we're not exactly the best of friends, because I suppose it's the mutual weirdness between us that bonds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes I really just wanna SMACK YOU! You seem to lack the ability to speak with care, and lack the ability to receive compliments properly. But okay, that's kinda why I like you too. You've been a really sweet lovely person and you always pay attention to small details that make people smile. Keep being the wonderful friend you are and I hope you understand how much you mean to me, flaws and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You make me laugh a lot! (and I think I do that to you too, yeah?) I admire you a lot, in many ways, even if I don't show it. You have this really awesome aura that, uh, displays the retardedness of your personality! But even then you never fail to amaze me with the way you can also actually be really serious and get things done fantastically. Basically you handle everything very well and you know how to have loads of fun too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You've actually been a rather big source of encouragement for me! Although I just realised this myself too -_-" It's like you're the positive energy that I lack, so you kinda make things good every once in a while. I'm really happy to have gotten to know someone like you, and no matter how much I may deny it, I really do love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm greatly influenced by you! And I admire you ah LOT, even though I'd never say it to your face. You make me laugh and feel much better about myself all the time, because of the way you're always lovely and happy despite anything that happens. You make everything seem like a good thing, and everyday seem like a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I DISLIKE YOU GREATLY. Although in theory, you haven't actually done anything wrong or offensive - at least not to anyone else. To me! You have been greatly annoying, especially in everything you say and do! But okay, I can't exactly get myself to hate you, because you do have reasonably redeeming qualities (or not?). So I suppose you're quite alright after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To be perfectly honest, I don't even know if you're the same person anymore. You've changed a lot ever since the time I first met you, and it's not exactly a bad thing. I mean, you're a lot funner than before, even if we're not as close (probably because you find me annoying!). But I'm glad for all the times you've been with me and comforted/encouraged me. It really means a lot to me - and thankfully, nowadays you seem closer to me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're a greatly disturbed person, I seriously think so. It's kinda painful whenever I talk to you, because I can sense a lot of negativity within you. Not exactly hate, or angst or depression, but just this feeling of perhaps wanting to give up. I know you really lack a lot of self-confidence, and you always think people are unhappy with you. But honestly, you know what? We all love you the way you are, and to be honest - the more you demean yourself and stuff, the more we find it annoying. It's not worth your time and energy, and it just makes you less likeable. So learn to love yourself, m'dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I admire you SO MUCH. It's not just the awesome talents you possess, but just the very being you are. You're not exactly prominent or obvious in showing who you are, because you seem pretty self-conscious; but I guess it takes a lot for anyone to really get to know you. But anyway, you're awesome and brilliant and I'm really impressed with where you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't know you all that well yet - but we do converse on a regular basis! You're a really funky and amusing person and I'm glad to have known you. Thankfully I seem to have more opportunities to get to know you now as compared to last year, and I'm really hoping that we become really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Even though it may seem like we spend quite a bit of time together (due to the nature of our responsibilities), in actual fact we both know that we're not all that close. It's a shame really, because you have no idea how much I really look up to you. I guess it's not exactly a newly found respect since I've always admired you to a certain extent. But you're a really fantastic person and you're capable of a lot, and I admire you for that. I'm sorry for all the numerous times I've let you down greatly, and I think I'm really a disappointment to you. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We should hang out more often, because we have common interests! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh we have fruitcake at home. Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-5584466485550728847?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5584466485550728847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=5584466485550728847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5584466485550728847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5584466485550728847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/everybody-seems-unnaturally-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-6389569103223091991</id><published>2008-04-13T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:17:09.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay it's really early in the morning! Like... eight fifteen or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like waking up early, because then it seems so far to lunch. But something in my internal system refuses to let me sleep any longer, so here I am. I'm blogging in hopes that it will distract me from getting random food to eat, seeing that there really isn't anything yummy at home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden urge to go downstairs and buy yummy food. For my (curently sleeping) family, if not for me. -twitches-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how effing boring my life is. You know your life really sucks when you find using the computer boring. Either your life sucks, or well, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; suck, which could very well be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Going to church later, then visiting the graveyard, then going for a birthday party. My social calendar is way overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this urge to play truant tomorrow. Maybe I shall run off early in the morning (since school starts pretty late) and not come back till maybe lunch. Only my medical cert. doesn't extend that long so I won't have an excuse - but that's the whole point in playing truant, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I'm blogging in old-man style monologue. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice jelly rocks! Lynn, you must taste the awesomeness of ice jelly before you die. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-6389569103223091991?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6389569103223091991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=6389569103223091991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6389569103223091991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6389569103223091991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-its-really-early-in-morning-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-3212242224134777388</id><published>2008-04-12T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:00:35.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's astounding. I really &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; lost another kilogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ゆうべ、私はケーキをたべました。でも、ケーキは新鮮でわなかったから、病気に成りました。それから、今日は少しをたべましたね。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, I went out to eat at McDonalds today so I'll probably gain it back. All of sudden, though, I'm not craving for food like I used to. Like I don't have this uncontrollable urge to down chocolates/ice cream/blizzards/frappucinos/cakes/smoothies anymore. It's just a momentary passing desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want M2M's Shades Of Purple. Their voices are so floaty and girly and high that it's &lt;u&gt;lethal&lt;/u&gt;, but I like it all the same. How odd. I'm addicted to Jesse McCartney's songs, on another note. His singing is way awesome, wonder why I never noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the graveyard tomorrow - maybe I'll meet some old friends of mine. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks that I can't go for the Strings Ensemble concert. I really wanted to see JT in her little black dress. It's pretty - albeit slightly unsuitable for her, but still. Grrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Carrie Underwood. I know you can hold that damn note for about forty seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-3212242224134777388?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3212242224134777388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=3212242224134777388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3212242224134777388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/3212242224134777388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-astounding.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-1560764446029185625</id><published>2008-04-11T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:39:27.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from a really bad bout of food poisoning, and I swear I shall sue BreadTalk. Stupid Sakura California roll. Don't they know you shouldn't leave food out on the counter like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my entire body aches like hell, and I keep having to dash to the toilet. Only to be sorely disappointed (as mildly put as possible) because, well, isn't that what food poisoning is about? It feels horrible, and I've been condemned to eating gross stuff like porridge. PORRIDGE. Without any other toppings whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside of it is, I now have no desire to eat anything containing milk, cream or dairy products. The ice cream in my fridge absolutely disgusts me to no end, and I don't exactly crave for my beloved Raspberry Frappucino anymore. Or any Dairy Queen blizzards. Or Orange Julius smoothies. They just make me feel nauseous. It may be only temporary but I'm thoroughly put off by the idea of having to suffer so much due to my stu lactose intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just go off coffee as well, which really sucks. Especially iced coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn, if you're reading this, or anyone else who's going for the Strings Concert:&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to go, so don't expect me.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for my CIP, which really sucks because I was expecting to clear 6 hours in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out on Sunday, let's pray I don't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-1560764446029185625?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1560764446029185625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=1560764446029185625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1560764446029185625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/1560764446029185625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-suffering-from-really-bad-bout-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-5458023353312643063</id><published>2008-04-10T07:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:40:34.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;Operation scar, wheee. It's LONG AND NICE. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I'm SHORT. So obviously I can't answer this freaking biased question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;LYNN. -_-" Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A KID?&lt;br /&gt;I was convinced he was thoroughly gay. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. It was either 9.00 or 13.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;To be eternally skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;Miss? MISS?! Life when it didn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?&lt;br /&gt;I can't see myself being proposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Studying about WWII! (due to recent influence of History) Somehow it just really irritates me when people start blah-ing about the badness of the Japanese. I shall support them against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Dark...no. Very very the dark...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;So many materialistic things. What, you gonna buy them for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving in what sense? But probably not. Because then I'd be whining and pining every single day like a stupid hedgehog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. "Hello, I love you so much!"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT CAR DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;A Ferrari. Really, really. -nods solemnly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;School, because I can't live in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, obviously something delicious. But right now I'm craving for my chocolate cereal drink :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Someone awesome that I'll become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;EEYURH NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECIEVED?&lt;br /&gt;Probably nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;This Japanese cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I want some. It sounds mildly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Which idiot doesn't. -runs from idiots who don't-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;Kind?! Do you mean species? Or what?! It's fish, and green turtley thing you call a...tortoise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV. :X Maybe CSI. Or Supernatural. Or Pops in Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Some show on Arirang channel. In my cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;Interesting song the school PA system is playing. Probably by BoA, or at least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE BAND/SINGER?&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY PLEASE. Probably TVXQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;I use at least 5 kinds of shmapoo okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Pi-a-no. Pi-a-pi-a-pi-a-noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?&lt;br /&gt;If you count jogging on the spot then last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;How the hell do I know?! I just go, "No la where got" at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I really meant what I typed for the past ten minutes! Really! (I just used sarcasm on Simhwee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. The phone is kinda alien now that I've discovered messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;Kisses are sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;Both are equally duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Same sex: Skinny or not. (which usually is)&lt;br /&gt;Opposite sex: Tall or not. (which usually is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. DESCRIBE YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;Sorta...non-existent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY?&lt;br /&gt;I have outrageously high standards that shouldn't even be conceived in the mind of someone as lousy as I. So maybe I'll give this question a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, do you want me to lie, or do you want me to sound like a total bimb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-5458023353312643063?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5458023353312643063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=5458023353312643063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5458023353312643063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/5458023353312643063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8294063759899749062</id><published>2008-04-05T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:11:58.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TVXQ's new single,&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/uWCen-i/video/hbJO4f9c/tvxq_beautiful_you_music_video/" target="_blank"&gt; Beautiful You&lt;/a&gt;, is...scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give them credit, their vocals are actually pretty okay, and they sound more musical than before. And at least their dance steps aren't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; gay now (albeit still odd and...y'know, gayish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, because the tune of the song actually reminds of KAT-TUN. It's along the same lines as KAT-TUN's You, I think, which sounds awesome. I think I like songs like that - they just don't have a proper category yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the single.&lt;br /&gt;The music video is really creepy-ish. I mean, most of it consists of them just sitting around and/or dancing gayly, and there are occasional shots of high heels and long fingernails and long hair which I assume do not belong to Jaejoong, right? The whole thing is just really...suggestive, since I'm lacking of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;And what's with Yunho singing to his reflection in the mirror? He really needs a haircut, by the way. The bit where they dance, his hair is, uh, just odd. Ringlets come to mind. Their stylist should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's an addictive song, and I suppose that makes it all okay. -smiles meekly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for choir today, and it was alright. It's the thought of future practices that gets my intestines all knottish. Gross thought, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my dad's birthday tomorrow! He got two large bags of oatmeal from someone -_-" That's what you get for claiming you're healthy and on an oatmeal diet. HAH. But that aside, it's his birthday lunch tomorrow and I'm immensely awaiting. -rubs hands together gleefully-&lt;br /&gt;And just now, I had an awesome time in the kitchen, I kid you not. Together with a &lt;u&gt;huge&lt;/u&gt; tub of cookies and cream icecream, Sara Lee all butter pound cake, and slices of mango. Oh, and some marmalade diluted in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to put the icecream on top of the cake and the mango on top of the icecream and glaze the whole thing with the marmalade concoction, but I ended up chopping the pound cake into little round pieces and dumping them into little cute tupperware. And filling the rest of the tupperware with icecream and mango slices. So now we have these ah-dorable parfait-in-a-cup thingums, sitting in the fridge waiting to be eaten :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my daddy likes them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-8294063759899749062?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8294063759899749062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=8294063759899749062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8294063759899749062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8294063759899749062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/tvxqs-new-single-beautiful-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-7933513536702295021</id><published>2008-04-02T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:47:19.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been an emotional day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt horrible this morning but I trudged to school anyway, in hopes that I'd either 1) get better by then or 2) get skinnier due to my illness. Sadly, I think neither has occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started off rather...emotionally. I think I've finally found the source of my somewhat obscured ostracised-ness (?!). It's quite simple, really. I suppose I just figured that I'm not that important to any of you.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, sure, I can hang out with all of you and it's good fun. But let's say we have to pair up. I'm never the first one you search for, right? I always have to take initiative and scream, "Me with so-and-so!" If I didn't I'd be left hanging wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you guys don't &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; my company or anything of the sort. I mean, yeah, we have good fun and everything - but I'm never the most &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt; in your life. Take a minute to think about it, or maybe you don't want to anyway. But honestly. I'm not the first person you'd want to be stuck with.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe second, third, fourth, or even never. Maybe one and a half, so close. But I'm never your number one. I'm always lagging behind.&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. I make you guys laugh and smile and so do you guys make me. But I think that's as far as it goes, don't you think? That's really as far as it goes. That's me, the human coffee. Gives you a temporary high, and nothing later on. Is that it? Is that really it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't actually be close to any of you. I realise my own shortcomings (everything) and my own good points (nothing) and now I understand &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I'm so lonely. It really makes sense, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I cried during History today. Most of you probably thought, Poor emotional Amanda is crying over her marks again. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but looking at the shape of my life - does it look like I actually give a &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; about my marks at &lt;em&gt;all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who came over to try and make me smile - or at least stop crying. It was sweet, but you just reminded me of how none of you actually place me first in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried again, because I thought Lynn was mad at me. And partially because I know I'm not exactly the person Lynn wants to hang out with. Or sit with. Or talk to. Yeah, we have good fun - but I don't exactly mean anything to you right? Right? That's why I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-7933513536702295021?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7933513536702295021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=7933513536702295021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7933513536702295021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/7933513536702295021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-emotional-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-6343682002473740293</id><published>2008-04-01T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:25:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm down with a flu-like illness. I have a feeling it's part of dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was burning like mad during Physics today, and I seriously thought I was gonna just pass out and die. I know I barely consume the minimum water requirement (I drink like, two tablespoons maybe?) but then again neither do JT and I think Charlotte. And I've always been partial to drinking, well, nothing. So it doesn't seem like much.&lt;br /&gt;But I felt like shite starting from drama till 3.30, so I decided to give a miss on choir. Which is a crying shame, really; for once I felt like going to choir and singing but it just didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feel icky now, but it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason,&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Imeem&lt;/a&gt; is being mean and refuses to let me use it. You call all try and feedback to me - but I think my server's just being bitchy. Check it out, Mr Lee, I can do personification too.&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. Someone tell me why everyone's avatar on DevArt is a stupid blue pokemon. I got three comments and it looked weird that all of the user avatars were this stupid blue duck-like creature, then I suddenly realised my own avatar was no prettier.&lt;br /&gt;GRRH it's some hacker who decided Mudkips were "kute :3". I just attempted to change my avatar back and &lt;a href="http://s171.photobucket.com/albums/u299/fizzy_moon_skye/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GAH.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is what I saw. You tell me lame I tell you ah-noying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of homework and filing to do - yes I am a conscientious student, mind YOU - and yet I'm here typing nonsense. Maybe I should resign from my post as student and just go pick up a career as a biker. But knowing me I'd be the kind to actually demand a hot pink motorcycle with my name on it in black Gothic font. And never actually drive it, because I have drivophobia, or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this excellent piano score book at the library yesterday - awesome considering how they never actually buy new books. It's heavenly. I only wish I could play better. Micky you're such a pro piano player, damn. I should totally emulate people like that- only I'd end up irritating and somewhat gay. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's craving for mochi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-6343682002473740293?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6343682002473740293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=6343682002473740293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6343682002473740293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/6343682002473740293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-down-with-flu-like-illness.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8668802540002343351</id><published>2008-03-31T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:37:54.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate that my internet is revolting against me, but the way I've been taking it for granted - I suppose I had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;Does the same go for teachers? Because I feel really guilty about what we did today, whatever 'we did'. I'm not going to be soppy and apologize and hang my head in shame, because I don't think that's what they want, is it? I'm sorry, and I'll do better. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's birthday is imminent, and I'm still giftless. Any suggestions, anyone? Apart from wine, because I think that's already in order. We're probably going to make cocktails on his birthday, namely the Screwdriver, Cape Codder and Sea Breeze. Vodka, vodka, vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going crazy. Little flying bugs are swarming the room and I feel thoroughly grossed out. Adios before they eat my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-8668802540002343351?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8668802540002343351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=8668802540002343351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8668802540002343351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/8668802540002343351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-that-my-internet-is-revolting.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-413708669742369740</id><published>2008-03-30T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:49:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite early in the morning and I have church today, so I'm using this opportunity to ramble here. Now I'm amazed (or not), Simhwee how'd you locate my blog?&lt;br /&gt;I was actually wondering if someone would find it by searching online or something, but I didn't actually expect anyone to at all. Kudos to you, then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a fun day. It's all a matter of the CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys ever get that feeling? Like, you're going out shopping or studying or CIP-ing or clubbing or whatever, and it's what you wear that defines your mood. For example, if you didn't wear the right thing you'll just end up feeling miserable all day, no matter how much fun you're actually having.&lt;br /&gt;I think we have serious self-image problems when that happens. Because sure, it's quissential to look and feel beautiful (I sound like a counsellor! Ew!) but I think I'm overly-reliant on the way I look to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? That's the way I am, screw your positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's going to be fun, definitely. I'll be out with my parents all day, and we'll definitely hit Starbucks. -starts beaming at the computer- Starbucks makes me think of Micky! It's amusingly cool. I shall attempt to get a part-time job at Starbucks, when I stomp in and declare, "I love Starbucks so much and I promise not to steal stuff on the job!" They'd be so grateful for my passion - but they wouldn't trust me, ever. Damn, time to rethink that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness TVXQ is losing to Rain by at least. 10%. I'm going to kill myself. No scrap that, I'm going to kill RAIN. Oh no!! This is insanity. How can Rain have more fans than TVXQ?! Or are you TVXQ fans insane?! I suppose you think you're being nice by not voting so TVXQ can rest and have less in their already busy schedules but they need the publicity no actually they don't - oh damn. You're right. They don't need the publicity, not really. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;STILL. Can anyone who stumbles across this blog just &lt;a href="http://yule.sohu.com/20080107/n254501887.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;VOTE FOR TVXQ&lt;/a&gt; please? Thank you. Your participation is greatly appreciated. -bows 90 degrees and smacks forehead on the table-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat today, like I've gained weight again. Grrh, stupid me. WHY DO YOU GAIN WEIGHT SO?! You offensive innards that refuse to burn fats like normal innards. Complain complain complain. Let's see who's next to discover this blog. -wiggles eyebrows-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7941374838736979380-413708669742369740?l=different-heartbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/413708669742369740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7941374838736979380&amp;postID=413708669742369740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/413708669742369740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7941374838736979380/posts/default/413708669742369740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://different-heartbeats.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-quite-early-in-morning-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>mandiepop!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628553404975701683</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-7941374838736979380.post-8911091974198251441</id><published>2008-03-29T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:31:42.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's rather empty, isn't it? But I like it like that. Decluttering is really therapeutic, and it's perfectly applicable to all things in life (not just my room, which I've been instructed to clean up ay-sap). Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling otherworldly at the moment because:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm actually not hungry. I repeat, I'm &lt;u&gt;not hungry&lt;/u&gt;. It's nothing short of a miracle. And I haven't actually eaten a lot today - which makes it even MORE amazing. However, I'm going to dedicate this opening post to food (as you shall all witness in a few minutes), simply because it's a neccessity, an enjoyment and it's...pretty.&lt;br /&gt;2) I've been listening to a wide array of oddly mesmerizing songs, consisting of tons of Boyzone ballads, Teardrops on My Guitar, It's Happy Line, Hide &amp;amp; Seek, Close To You and goodness knows what else. Try listening to my playlist and you'll probably keel over and die of confusion. My iTunes shuffle likes to mess with my emotions, the bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. As mentioned above I shall now begin my food rants! Hold on to your kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I prefer sweet over salty. I suppose normally people'd prefer salty, but for some odd reason I can't find myself surviving on salty when I probably could on sweet. Of course there's always too much of a good thing - but in my case it's sweetsweetsweet till the day I perish from diabetes. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Japanese sweets. Especially parfaits. I mean, okay, Charlotte pointed out that you could just kinda make 'em yourself; dump cornflakes yoghurt nata de coco whipped cream frozen fruits icecream into this huge glass and voila, there's your 'parfait'. But honestly store-made ones are SO MUCH BETTER (especially if they're genuine Japanese goods). I mean, could you possibly go get that delicious red bean paste from any random Cold Storage and happily add it to your gross concoction you refer to as 'parfait'?! No! And the nata de coco we use is so obviously inferior to the cool jelly cubes they use. So here goes our parfait collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tgr728/88596504/" target="_blank"&gt;Uji parfait&lt;/a&gt;. Honestly, what makes the jelly look so &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;? It's like semi-squishing its way out of the glass, and it looks so so so YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tgr728/100400778/" target="_blank"&gt;Houji-cha parfait&lt;/a&gt;. More jelly cubes, hooray for gelatin!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/icecat_seoul/2166106728/" target="_blank"&gt;Chocolate parfait&lt;/a&gt;. It's got awesome macaroon thingies on top!! DELISH. Uh, you don't know what a macaroon is? Honey, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cloughridge/2239750292/" target="_blank"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; are macaroons.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yannconz/50448114/" target="_blank"&gt;Custard parfait&lt;/a&gt;. Sounds good, but it doesn't exactly look that appetizing huh.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7279832@N05/419397766/" target="_blank"&gt;Princess parfait&lt;/a&gt;. Strawberries and cream! My personal favorite. It's pink and tall and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cafe1/196819891/" target="_blank"&gt;Mixed fruit parfait&lt;/a&gt;. But honestly it's the CAKE that looks good, oooh. Sorry, sorry, parfait you look awesome as well. -eats it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you have no penchant for parfait (I sound like a cheesy news article, what with the alliteration. Gross!) because now we have CAKE. CAKE CAKE CAKE. Come now, chant with me - "Cake! Cake! Cakecakecake!"&lt;br /&gt;The best cake in the world is debatable. Personally I love cake from Europe, because they have really rich and varied flavours. But for now I shall attack a huge variety of cake from all over the frickin' world, simply because I want to. Let's do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/derra1029/1565275227/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Chickling cake&lt;/a&gt;. Is this way ah-dorable or what? I want to eat it (or not?).&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bananagranola/2180263470/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Wagashi&lt;/a&gt;. Okay this is sort of cheating because it's not really cake, but damn it looks tasty, ja? It's some sort of pudding. NOT KUEH PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crispyteriyaki/419716444/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Tokyo Banana Snack&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crispyteriyaki/419716705/in/photostream/" target="_blank"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;) Excuse me but - GROSS!! Why do they even &lt;u&gt;make&lt;/u&gt; stuff like that?! I'd never touch it! NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/unixonline/207610387/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Strawberry Cake Roll&lt;/a&gt;. Not first-class but it looks good! It's supermarket-bought, so the next time I go to Japan I'll smuggle them back here for you all.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shimmertje/275036943/" target="_blank"&gt;Italian Chocolate Cake&lt;/a&gt;. Generously topped with ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sethward/2232747547/" target="_blank"&gt;Italian champagne cake&lt;/a&gt;. With chocolate ganache frosting and vanilla pastry cream OMIGOSH AND IT'S PINKKKK. PINK CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64095527@N00/2007051073/" target="_blank"&gt;Korean Rice Cake&lt;/a&gt;. Looks suspiciously like 九层糕, only moister? And perhaps not as chewy.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/osemin/477157699/"&gt;Korean steamed Sweet Rice Cake&lt;/a&gt;. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/slagtenhelligko/150394431/" target="_blank"&gt;Denmark Rhubarb&lt;/a&gt;. Never tried it, but now I'm inspired to. My dad's a huge fan of rhubarb though. -pauses- Let's see if he's willing to trade this rhubarb in for a Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/foodiejenius/453914049/" target="_blank"&gt;Australian Chocolate Hazelnut Gateau&lt;/a&gt;. Not a huge fan of hazelnut but this looks way classy!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lectric_blue/1084021094/" target="_blank"&gt;Handmade blueberry chocolate cupcakes&lt;/a&gt;. It sounds FANTASTIC and looks just as good. It's probably healthy, judging by the blueberries... OKAY FINE THE CHOCOLATE AND CREAM DON'T but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's plenty cake already. Let's move on to chocolates! Chocolates are excellent, in the sense that you don't need a fork to eat them. You just pop/squash/shove them into your mouth and uh, chew. I'm kinda off Mars bars and stuff - thanks to these beautiful sexy chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/katcat/2127777316/" target="_blank"&gt;Dark chocolate Fudge&lt;/a&gt;. Irresistable, really.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beezy/24491733/" target="_blank"&gt;Meiji chocolates&lt;/a&gt;. They look way adorable and taste pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rei_rei/279474800/" target="_blank"&gt;Strawberry Shortcake Chocolates&lt;/a&gt;. -drools in anguish- They're SO SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly spotted Pocky. Let's change sweet treat. YES. Pocky is worldwide and international and unbelievably varied. Going through even half of what Pocky exists would take, I don't know, six hours?!&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just AH-DORE Pocky. Wonder how many I'll go through before I change sweet treat again. And didja know that lemon Pocky exists? And that's not even odd, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yusheng/362305665/" target="_blank"&gt;Strawberry Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Typical enough, but this shot completely enhances the whole sexy sweetness of strawberry pocky. Strawberry bits included, so it isn't actually your typical strawberry pocky.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/earthhopper/524785057/" target="_blank"&gt;Peach Decorer Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Looks fab, if Barbie dollish.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roboppy/6869573/" target="_blank"&gt;Pocky-esque&lt;/a&gt;. The best get together, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blu_pineappl3/169401808/" target="_blank"&gt;Array of Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. You &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; look at this one! It's enough to make me want some too (even if I'm not hungry, amazhingly). It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roboppy/6807674/" target="_blank"&gt;Banana Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Excuse me once again, but -clears throat- GROSS!!! Banana...what?!! Why is there banana everything nowadays?! It's sickening!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beakee/1405154615/" target="_blank"&gt;Matcha Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Good old green tea's dug it's way into every industry possible. Except maybe...underwear.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beakee/1406042524/" target="_blank"&gt;Mango Mousse Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Now that's sexy! Mango Mousse Pocky, mmm.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jul/65787602/" target="_blank"&gt;Chocolate Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. With extremely pretty packaging!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/warmnfuzzy/2216710755/" target="_blank"&gt;Pocky Crush&lt;/a&gt;. Expensive, exceptional and exquisite. It's probably one of the classiest Pocky around, now that the new packaging is actually adorned with old masters' paintings (I kid you not!).&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deconstruct/135658804/"&gt;Pink Chocolate Mousse Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Pay attention to the packaging! It completely makes me forget I'm actually looking at a box of Pocky, dude.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nasebaer/196167782/" target="_blank"&gt;Melon Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. It's adorable! Small and cute.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimmaki/262744569/" target="_blank"&gt;Extra Fine Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Exactly what kind of things do we come up with! It's a chocolate stick, dammit! Not a supermodel!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaimono888/441863673/" target="_blank"&gt;Fran Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. These are stylish beyond Pockyness. I bought 'em for Becky before :)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/optionthis/2065751777/" target="_blank"&gt;Marble Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Seen 'em but I've yet to taste one.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deconstruct/303864535/" target="_blank"&gt;Black Sesame Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. I think they're pretty popular in the Pocky industry - but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indy138/2173483670/" target="_blank"&gt;Tricky&lt;/a&gt;. IMITATION POCKY, as good as it may taste. -snorts-&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bettybl/177350856/" target="_blank"&gt;Rocky&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently this is meant to be the original. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taberukoto/2281336576/" target="_blank"&gt;Otona No Toppo&lt;/a&gt;. This is the Lotte version of Pocky, pretty and tasty.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/earthhopper/2182165343/" target="_blank"&gt;Strawberry Chocolat Dessert Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Ooh, shortcake style! They're really expensive even though they're sold around here, though. About five dollars per box.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bettybl/177350857/" target="_blank"&gt;Glico Poare&lt;/a&gt;. It's like a reverse Pocky, with the cream inside, suspiciously like Lotte's Toppo, no? But the packaging is way cute, and the photographer has similar opinions as moi! "Banana...yuck!" HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jleighb/454918306/" target="_blank"&gt;Honey and Milk Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Sounds mighty delicious, but I may need the toilet after. (WHAT?!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carlsoldphotos/2347297041/" target="_blank"&gt;Men's Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackpearlz/108121200/" target="_blank"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pointybunny/428643100/" target="_blank"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;) Dark chocolate, and I don't think this is very alien to anyone here. But this comes in SO MANY packagings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much imitation Pocky. But we know Pocky when we see Pocky. Seeing so much Pocky has made me think of two things. Firstly, Simhwee. Secondly, the philosophical aspect of the world going gaga and making motherloads of money over little sticks of biscuit. And hell YEAH we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! Let's do the sweet drinks now. I adore Starbucks, and if you don't know it what are you &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; here?! Lattes, cappucinos, frappucinos, yummychinos, whatever. And I'm a huge fan of anything with milk and blend. My second best friend is Italian Soda, jam packed with calories! Hooray, shut up and let's get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amorsintetico/1435716933/" target="_blank"&gt;Starbucks Iced Chai Latte&lt;/a&gt;. Venti being the hugest size, I'd diarrhoea from downing this.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/capitals_of_tin/457262199/" target="_blank"&gt;Iced Grande No-Melon Green Tea Latte&lt;/a&gt;. It looks...chilly. YUM. Refreshing! Melon plus tea, what'd you get!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elena777/843168062/" target="_blank"&gt;Array of Starbucks Coffee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sherrieberrie/1918416163/" target="_blank"&gt;Starbucks Mocha Praline Frappucino&lt;/a&gt;. I'm a frapp-addict, no doubt. Especially Raspberry frappucinos, but I suppose anything else comes a close second.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kieshajenkins/528184462/" target="_blank"&gt;Orange Creme Frappucino&lt;/a&gt;. Interesting! It's...orange! JT'd like.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leonefabre/703960478/" target="_blank"&gt;Lavender Violet Lime Italian Soda&lt;/a&gt;. It looks ladylike, if anything.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cloughridge/2067082597/" target="_blank"&gt;Italian Cherry Soda&lt;/a&gt;. Refreshing, ah! We should totally drink these ay-sap.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/somewhereinak/1148337715/" target="_blank"&gt;Lime Italian Soda&lt;/a&gt;. I got it! It's the fizz that makes me all hyped up about italian sodas.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mookieluv/2360381402/" target="_blank"&gt;Raspberry Italian Soda&lt;/a&gt;. It looks temptingly cooling. And calorie-filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now move on to the salty bit. Excuse the abrupt change - I especially HEART bento, for obvious reasons. Generally, bento is like pretty tasty and absolutely irresistable in all aspects, so what's not to like? And somehow, even if it's not that tasty, bento always manages to appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/digiyesica/461245806/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Tofu Bento&lt;/a&gt;. It looks WAY SAVOURY :)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nagoya2005/363268867/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Supermarket Bento&lt;/a&gt;. I love how they come all nice and compact and yummy. They heat it up for you and stuff, and you can just happily walk back to your hotel/room/apartment/dorm and eat.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nagoya2005/369888381/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Bento&lt;/a&gt;. Damn this looks good.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/midorionna/150565319/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Bun Bento&lt;/a&gt;. Hey, cute! I'd love to take this to school...-looks at mum-&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/happyfoodhappythots/2063680723/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Children Bento&lt;/a&gt;. Same as above, my mum just gave me a face and went, "You siao issit." -_-"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pkoceres/275700278/" target="_blank"&gt;Hamuchu Bento&lt;/a&gt;. Hey, cute! Especially the strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lunchinabox/163304357/" target="_blank"&gt;Toddler's Bento&lt;/a&gt;. Erm...rolls of rice? I'll pass on this one, seriously. Starch and carbos and not much taste.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90821652@N00/707420311/" target="_blank"&gt;Chickie Bento&lt;/a&gt;. Packed with goodness but she might wanna work on the aesthetic appeal of the...ginormous food hamper. It's...rather messy, even if I couldn't do better.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kitsa_sakurako/407384132/" target="_blank"&gt;Bunny Theme Bento&lt;/a&gt;. This one's rather interesting. Tropical yogos?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pikkopots/2264722729/" target="_blank"&gt;Valentine's Bento&lt;/a&gt;. This is a true blue delishious bento. For my daughter from Okaasan~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the world hasn't exactly picked up the art of bento yet. It's AESTHETIC APPEAL + YUMYUMYUM + CULTURE what do you not get?! Speaking of which, I have a whole bag of instant miso soup in my cupboard that I have yet to devour. I'll attack that once I'm done here. Now let's talk about...rice.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; Bento is kinda like rice - but rice in general has many other aspects. Like bentos &lt;em&gt;include&lt;/em&gt; rice but they're not &lt;em&gt;primarily&lt;/em&gt; rice, you get me? Okay. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bananagranola/815143558/" target="_blank"&gt;Oyakodon&lt;/a&gt;. Chicken and egg on rice, my personal favorite when it comes to Japanese rice.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aiyah/2194894326/" target="_blank"&gt;Gyudon&lt;/a&gt;. Had one of those in a restaurant in Shinjuku once, and it was instant love.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/burls/384478591/" target="_blank"&gt;Duk Bok Ki&lt;/a&gt;. It's like rice cake, and you can actually find it at Takashimaya's basement. I'm not sure about now, but the last time I went they were selling this. Words of Warning: It's not exactly healthy.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ann_ming/403210382/" target="_blank"&gt;Kimchi Spam Fried Rice&lt;/a&gt;. Spam? Why spam? But it looks yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rickpoon/158856131/" target="_blank"&gt;Fried Rice&lt;/a&gt;. Just genuine, down-to-earth fried rice. It's the absolute best.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21671926@N00/85975155/" target="_blank"&gt;Thai Green Curry Fried Rice&lt;/a&gt;. Now what on earth is this? I shall go and try.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/teenytinyturkey/2150155206/" target="_blank"&gt;Baked Sundried Tomato Risotto&lt;/a&gt;. Although I generally prefer cheese-loaded, potato-loaded risotto, cutting down on the starch intake isn't a bad idea. As long as it's &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. I'm sure there's a lot more food you guys know, that I haven't even began to touch on, but that's about it for now. I actually took pictures from many different Flickr users so you shouldn't be able to locate all of them at one shot that easily, HARHARHAR. Anyway. I'll constantly update this post (maybe?) if I get anymore of the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! 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