<?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-2123242277880886908</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:45:49.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Gramophone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1129968351642939911</id><published>2008-03-13T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:41:56.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's my Biggest Mistake</title><content type='html'>Blogger, you've been good since I started but hello, LJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sstaticstereo.livejournal.com"&gt;sstaticstereo.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1129968351642939911?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1129968351642939911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1129968351642939911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-my-biggest-mistake.html' title='She&apos;s my Biggest Mistake'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8161750689651022430</id><published>2008-03-11T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:00:10.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to go</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired out by the choir camp I think I'm going to hibernate the rest of the March holidays (if only I could). And WTF I just remembered that my piano exam's next week and I'm truly screwed. I'm as hungry as a lion, as tired as a bear and my nails are too long. It's time to get things fixed. Maybe some TeeVee Therapy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point, really. Ah, you just never know when to stop and you happily let yourself go through this kind of crap over and over again. Stupid Asshole. I think you really care too much for what you're getting. Maybe it might work if you tell yourself it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm right about bad days being there to neutralize your good days. The wonders of balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yeah, I think I've got a pain in my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go eat your lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8161750689651022430?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8161750689651022430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8161750689651022430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-to-go.html' title='Good to go'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-4374943242839567950</id><published>2008-03-06T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:53:23.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just go on.</title><content type='html'>CTs are over but it really doesn't feel any different. It's been two months since the start of school, damn. Maybe I should switch to LJ. Melee cures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you say the right things and keep the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-4374943242839567950?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4374943242839567950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4374943242839567950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-go-on.html' title='Just go on.'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7037093061520734899</id><published>2008-03-02T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:37:37.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Jet Blue for everything they put me through</title><content type='html'>I don't need anymore whipped cream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got in a fight over some stupid insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out of the light.&lt;br /&gt;When did we lose our old identity?&lt;br /&gt;Now my white flags are waving around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't need your best friends bringing you down.&lt;br /&gt;Something in the air with the smoke and the fire&lt;br /&gt;Got in my eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melee fixes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7037093061520734899?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7037093061520734899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7037093061520734899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/03/sue-jet-blue-for-everything-they-put-me.html' title='Sue Jet Blue for everything they put me through'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2618179784810999302</id><published>2008-02-23T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:13:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigal</title><content type='html'>Maybe there are worms growing in my stomach cause I don't ever seem to stop feeling hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I actually do miss bits of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2618179784810999302?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2618179784810999302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2618179784810999302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/prodigal.html' title='Prodigal'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-5635248501179004310</id><published>2008-02-22T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:50:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lover's alibi</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Your best time buddy&lt;br /&gt;That you couldn't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting old&lt;br /&gt;It takes it's toll&lt;br /&gt;And hearts getting broken&lt;br /&gt;Leads to people growing cold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it that things are changing.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I just never seem to be able to sort my life out. I'll try to promise myself two hours of Happiness everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, much lubb for asking why and listening to me, And I sincerely apologize if I snapped/cursed other people/fingered you today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My sis really kicks some ass;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How could I even think of succumbing to resignation?&lt;br /&gt;And how could I even think of letting her get her way?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are so thick you win the Berlin wall.&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so full of yourself you're almost telling me in the face that you hurl ego down for your breakfastlunchdinnerwhatever and munch on self-satisfaction snacks for teabreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not shrivel and die, I will not crumble in the knives of humiliation, I will not let you drive me insane like this!&lt;br /&gt;I will (get myself ready first, and) blow your senses out, and I will knock you off your feet and send you flying back to the planet you hailed from, I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN, you shitface. I know I am not sumo fighting but whatever, WHATEVER YOU WANT. I am flexible to compromise, you pulp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stares in awe. Okay some grammar but Someone got The Sister unleashed! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-5635248501179004310?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5635248501179004310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5635248501179004310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/lovers-alibi.html' title='A lover&apos;s alibi'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-4113776459481443406</id><published>2008-02-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:37:23.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No need for pretence</title><content type='html'>You know, I wish you'd stop taking me for a fool. I'm tired of being taken for rides, just in case you haven't got tired of doing so yet, damn you. And do me a favour, stop saying what you don't mean, as it is, it's already bad enough and doing this little bit more isn't going to make a difference, so just save your energy alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bugger off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-4113776459481443406?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4113776459481443406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4113776459481443406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-need-for-pretence.html' title='No need for pretence'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6758785459604930376</id><published>2008-02-19T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:45:54.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fevrier</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while since I'm home so early wheeee. Plus the fact that I feel like I did quite abit of stuff like have piano lesson and dabao OrangeBowl, my Lubb. I think I should seriously consider boycotting VJ canteen food for good and dabao SN food. Or start bringing my own lunch. I'm already half fasting in school cause I can never think of anything to eat. NINE MORE MONTHS HOWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTs are coming soooooooon! Study Study Study ughhhh D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite sleepy and full from OrangeBowl now, gooooodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6758785459604930376?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6758785459604930376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6758785459604930376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/fevrier.html' title='Fevrier'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-649838754169382807</id><published>2008-02-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:47:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last appeal for the life I lead</title><content type='html'>School's in tomorrow again. Sighxz and PHYSICS SPA THIS WEEK HELLO CHOO JIA MING WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING NOT STUDYING FOR IT!!! Seriously, I'm so screwed up. My life is so messed up I might as well just kill myself. (I was kidding the last sentence but I'm really screwed up ]: and I truly mean it. RAHHHHHHHHH) Chinese New Year this year wasn't much, really, it's tragic how the everything about this tradition is dwindling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so little time, so little discipline, too much heart.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my &lt;a href="http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/id-take-another-chance-take-fall-take.html"&gt;AngBao Wish&lt;/a&gt; this year, sad. I don't even know if that's what I really want. I think I change my mind. Pardon my incoherence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Neeeeeeeeeeed More Sleeeeeeeeeep. ]:&lt;br /&gt;I lubb OneRepublic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there &lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-649838754169382807?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/649838754169382807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/649838754169382807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-appeal-for-life-i-lead.html' title='One last appeal for the life I lead'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8310960054050445485</id><published>2008-02-08T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:48:37.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practised in the ways of the world</title><content type='html'>See I was right about not looking forward to Chinese New Year. Really really, Unimaginably boring first day, except for Sweeney Todd at night maybe but that just about sums up my day. But I watched Sweeney Todd anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh I do wish I could stop. Just stop everything and anything to do with you. This isn't working out very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop and Stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8310960054050445485?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8310960054050445485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8310960054050445485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/practised-in-ways-of-world.html' title='Practised in the ways of the world'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-239824768822369535</id><published>2008-02-04T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:28:37.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FFF</title><content type='html'>I should,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move my ass and get started on studying for Common Tests&lt;br /&gt;Stop procrastinating (the book my mom bought is still untouched :])&lt;br /&gt;Get on with life&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate Chinese New Year before I do anything else&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH I DON'T KNOW LAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it'd help if only everyone knew when to shut up, just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNYCNYCNY&lt;br /&gt;PINEAPPLETARTS xinfinity (yeah I helped bake a hell lot (I think,) this year)&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't like Pineapple Tarts that much actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really my fault the last bloody paragraph's so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-239824768822369535?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/239824768822369535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/239824768822369535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/fff.html' title='FFF'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-5889120855341215810</id><published>2008-02-03T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:52:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thump Thump Thump</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is coming! I don't know if I should be happy for the short school week ahead. I still want to go out ): My mummy was going to bring us to Esprit last week to Look See Look See but then we didn't in the end. We were supposed to go shopping again yesterday and we didn't again. RAHHHHHHHHHHH I don't actually have anything to buy BUT LOOK SEE IS STILL NICE. I should have realised what I was actually going to be missing for two years when I sacrificed my Saturdays ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has been turned into a cake shop, only my mom, my maid and my dog (to pick up scrap food) enters the kitchen. I'm bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my better days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-5889120855341215810?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5889120855341215810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5889120855341215810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/02/thump-thump-thump.html' title='Thump Thump Thump'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8934287113675857919</id><published>2008-01-31T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:14:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Fall</title><content type='html'>For you a thousand times over. Please watch The Kite Runner!&lt;br /&gt;And some just won't ever get it. It doesn't matter how long, it doesn't matter how many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8934287113675857919?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8934287113675857919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8934287113675857919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-fall.html' title='If I Fall'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8732525581809420674</id><published>2008-01-29T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:21:24.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you</title><content type='html'>I think MusicFest sign ups ended today wheeeee and I don't think anyone of us even remembered to go sign up, so much for coming up with the music video if we don't procrastinate too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new mindset and a bigger heart for Chinese New Year. Oh yes, I'm sure there are red packets big enough to contain them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: Ah good point, we should do that sometime hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if I fall through these days that go by without cause,&lt;br /&gt;Just a painful mistake has left me here on my own.&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on,&lt;br /&gt;Just a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8732525581809420674?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8732525581809420674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8732525581809420674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/id-take-another-chance-take-fall-take.html' title='I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-686993837585764112</id><published>2008-01-27T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:19:27.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could bubble wrap my heart</title><content type='html'>I've been quite bored of writing here lately, it just seems like I've nothing light-hearted to talk about and my whole life just revolves around being mucking around curling up in some dark corner being Emo. Hrm. Not that I can help it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there's really nothing interesting about school, Chinese New Year is coming up (I think I still owe some people money ]:), CTs are F near (:OOOOOOOO). I've got most of my New Year clothes but I want to go shopping also lehhhhhhhhhhhhh. ]: I think our class might be MusicVideoing for MusicFest! That is, if we don't procrastinate too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old songs galore, no thanks to the in-house punk. I need a new playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a little dazed and confused &lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch and so are you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-686993837585764112?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/686993837585764112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/686993837585764112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish-i-could-bubble-wrap-my-heart.html' title='I wish I could bubble wrap my heart'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7566473528821232184</id><published>2008-01-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:43:01.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten feet off the ground</title><content type='html'>I want to much to be happy again. I want so much to get out of this paranoia and insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Just. Don't. Get. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good laugh. A tablespoon of affirmation, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Weak Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7566473528821232184?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7566473528821232184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7566473528821232184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/ten-feet-off-ground.html' title='Ten feet off the ground'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-5241164961043803606</id><published>2008-01-23T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:02:54.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close to reaching that famous happy end</title><content type='html'>At least that's what I thought, for as long as I can remember. It seems like its two steps forward and one step back. She's probably right in saying that what you do is beyond my control and knowledge. I think I already knew what I had to do long ago, the problem was actually doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you tell me what I should do, Shitass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romantic dreams must die&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-5241164961043803606?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5241164961043803606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5241164961043803606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-close-to-reaching-that-famous-happy.html' title='So close to reaching that famous happy end'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8526962881655575716</id><published>2008-01-20T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:03:10.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing more than bones and flesh and blood</title><content type='html'>Hey there, I know it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three weeks weren't the best, but shit happens, so I guess life goes on. It took me long enough to realise that S56 wasn't the worst thing that happened to me (Not that I thought it was, I know you guys read my blog), and I'm glad I'm starting to accept the reason I'm in this class. I guess friends come and go, friends move up and down your Best Friend Scale, friends do the worst things to you (You want so much to kick them in their asses) but maybe that's just Life. On a brighter note, 2008 is going to end soon and I'm looking forward to leaving all the Shitasses behind and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's picking up and School's become more tiring. School's also become more enjoyable. (Of course without you in sight.)&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time, see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;and I feel it in my skin&lt;br /&gt;and in the blood that flows within&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was obvious, well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8526962881655575716?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8526962881655575716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8526962881655575716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-nothing-more-than-bones-and.html' title='There&apos;s nothing more than bones and flesh and blood'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-656588168338447928</id><published>2008-01-10T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:38:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've looked for love in stranger places</title><content type='html'>You know, I'm trying. Just not trying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was going to start this paragraph with, On a lighter note, but somehow this phrase just doesn't have that effect or something.) Anyway, lessons have already started sighhhhh. We ended incredibly early today and I had lunch with most of the class people. No, I don't look forward to the weekends and weekdays don't excite me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places&lt;br /&gt;But never found someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose smile&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel i've been holding back&lt;br /&gt;And now there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should&lt;br /&gt;But most of all&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;It's built to last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-656588168338447928?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/656588168338447928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/656588168338447928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-looked-for-love-in-stranger-places.html' title='I&apos;ve looked for love in stranger places'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-814411664422088645</id><published>2008-01-07T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:42:10.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep my hand in the fire</title><content type='html'>It no longer hurts my pride to ask for the truth, and I guess the same goes for my heart when I hear the truth. But I'm still going to fight for what everything is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-814411664422088645?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/814411664422088645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/814411664422088645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/keep-my-hand-in-fire.html' title='Keep my hand in the fire'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6244532588914122941</id><published>2008-01-06T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:20:21.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Eight</title><content type='html'>If you've moved on, then I don't see why I shouldn't too.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still going to give it a shot at bringing back the past maybe cause I treasure you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how my life is going to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6244532588914122941?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6244532588914122941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6244532588914122941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-eight.html' title='After Eight'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-154743930130079932</id><published>2008-01-04T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:47:17.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, and still so far</title><content type='html'>Huh? I'm fucking scared. I've lost all the confidence I once had, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-154743930130079932?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/154743930130079932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/154743930130079932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-close-and-still-so-far.html' title='So close, and still so far'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7802137288835097528</id><published>2008-01-01T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:59:03.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on the World to change</title><content type='html'>I just thought doing something like this for my friends would be nice for New Year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment with an * and I'll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with something - random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you must post this in your LJ/Whatever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://sundresseslove.livejournal.com"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Click CCCCComment, just in case you didn't know :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 2008, with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7802137288835097528?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7802137288835097528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7802137288835097528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2008/01/waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='Waiting on the World to change'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7870807923266509232</id><published>2007-12-31T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:36:13.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen 3112s</title><content type='html'>I thought I posted something fairly nostalgic just recently only to find out that my just recently was exactly two months ago. &lt;a href="http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/sun-kissed-trampoline.html"&gt;Here goes.&lt;/a&gt; I don't really know why but maybe cause it's not just another New Year's Eve this year or something of that sort. It's just unlike the sixteen other New Year's Eves I've experienced. And two months passed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm feeling more out of sorts as the New Year gets closer ohwell. I want today to end and 2008 to come. Quickly. But I want 2008 to disappear as fast or even faster than how 2007 came and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm thankful enough to be able to do some catching up on Saturday evening with DEBCHIUUUUU/tundrawolf/superwoman 8) and yesterday night with Jessica, it was a pretty nice way to end the year. Thanks for all the good times, and I mean really good times since Primary School. And thanks for dropping by. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuck at home sick on New Year's Eve D: Someone tell me New Year's Eve sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7870807923266509232?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7870807923266509232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7870807923266509232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/seventeen-3112s.html' title='Seventeen 3112s'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6958524224705624912</id><published>2007-12-28T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:16:43.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Every night she cries herself to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, why does this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night,&lt;br /&gt;But I won't go home without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I miss Maroon5 and everything else that came along with it.&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Watch Maroon5. !!! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6958524224705624912?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6958524224705624912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6958524224705624912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8027192766399855409</id><published>2007-12-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:48:08.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2344</title><content type='html'>Hey there Merry Christmas and I sincerely hope you're enjoying your Christmas. Not much of a Christmas this year, I don't exactly know why. Something like Christmas this year being too rushed. Or something. Spending it this year with a bunch of different people brought a whole new feel anyway :) I think I'm half glad caroling is over and I'm thankful enough for the company on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering like hell why I said No to London this holiday sighhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, School's starting in exactly a week. !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of school = :D for some reason&lt;br /&gt;Start of school = ): for a million other reasons&lt;br /&gt;Start of school = ): for A's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8027192766399855409?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8027192766399855409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8027192766399855409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/2344.html' title='2344'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-761203306246558039</id><published>2007-12-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:05:40.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It could have been anyone</title><content type='html'>Christmas in in less than five days! :O I'm not exactly feeling the whole fuss about Christmas yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore caroling the next four more days, come watch come watch at Raffles/Ritz :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to World's End for my new shoes and books :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it wasn't you and it wasn't him&lt;br /&gt;It was me who felt like the fool I am&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be the only one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-761203306246558039?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/761203306246558039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/761203306246558039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-could-have-been-anyone.html' title='It could have been anyone'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2173214068072551347</id><published>2007-12-20T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T00:54:52.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if saving you sends me to heaven</title><content type='html'>Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm supposed to feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year doesn't seem that exciting after all. I want to go somewhere winter again sighxz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2173214068072551347?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2173214068072551347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2173214068072551347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/even-if-saving-you-sends-me-to-heaven.html' title='Even if saving you sends me to heaven'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1110825407718768889</id><published>2007-12-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:08:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're young you fall in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ZzuPD2lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EfxXC96Dz14/s1600-h/P1000665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ZzuPD2lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EfxXC96Dz14/s200/P1000665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144926862471238978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narita Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokyo Disneyland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ZzuvD2lVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HgCv3zgF3C4/s1600-h/P1000671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ZzuvD2lVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HgCv3zgF3C4/s200/P1000671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144926871061173586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2Zzu_D2lWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hHbnszmEVT8/s1600-h/P1000679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2Zzu_D2lWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hHbnszmEVT8/s200/P1000679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144926875356140898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ZzvfD2lYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UN95C31NwAU/s1600-h/P1000696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ZzvfD2lYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UN95C31NwAU/s200/P1000696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144926883946075522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ8_D2lZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RdqWTgHa_KU/s1600-h/P1000701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ8_D2lZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RdqWTgHa_KU/s200/P1000701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144959001711515026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ9vD2laI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vFRC6mHkX6I/s1600-h/P1000715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ9vD2laI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vFRC6mHkX6I/s200/P1000715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144959014596416930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ-fD2lbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1NiqWlYsIOA/s1600-h/P1000722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ-fD2lbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1NiqWlYsIOA/s200/P1000722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144959027481318834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ-vD2lcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zbskPBYrhIE/s1600-h/P1000732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aQ-vD2lcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zbskPBYrhIE/s200/P1000732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144959031776286146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streetside Ramen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aTifD2lhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l0wCz6sbJCE/s1600-h/P1000798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aTifD2lhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l0wCz6sbJCE/s200/P1000798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144961844979865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aTjfD2liI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZPihOT547iY/s1600-h/P1000804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aTjfD2liI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZPihOT547iY/s200/P1000804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144961862159734306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitxz Unite! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aWCfD2lkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/upj2lXrekYw/s1600-h/P1000816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aWCfD2lkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/upj2lXrekYw/s200/P1000816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144964593758934594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left this city for a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aWDvD2llI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hnfu68n5jks/s1600-h/P1000823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aWDvD2llI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hnfu68n5jks/s200/P1000823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144964615233771090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aWFfD2lnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NRwg4iVNPIY/s1600-h/P1000858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aWFfD2lnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NRwg4iVNPIY/s200/P1000858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144964645298542194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYgPD2loI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CDGMQtkcRNY/s1600-h/P1000875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYgPD2loI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CDGMQtkcRNY/s200/P1000875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144967303883298434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYg_D2lqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zkAE6DfACiY/s1600-h/P1000882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYg_D2lqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zkAE6DfACiY/s200/P1000882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144967316768200354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYhfD2lrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_EyYOQC4XMc/s1600-h/P1000893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYhfD2lrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_EyYOQC4XMc/s200/P1000893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144967325358134962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYhvD2lsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVFyR35YrIA/s1600-h/P1000902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2aYhvD2lsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVFyR35YrIA/s200/P1000902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144967329653102274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abJ_D2luI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TCaY87ace7Y/s1600-h/P1000918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abJ_D2luI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TCaY87ace7Y/s200/P1000918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144970220166092514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abJfD2ltI/AAAAAAAAAIU/J0fvgzQ6vtQ/s1600-h/P1000911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abJfD2ltI/AAAAAAAAAIU/J0fvgzQ6vtQ/s200/P1000911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144970211576157906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abKPD2lvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pH7u9PVbDoc/s1600-h/P1000929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abKPD2lvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pH7u9PVbDoc/s200/P1000929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144970224461059826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abKvD2lwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7dh1-god82k/s1600-h/P1000940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abKvD2lwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7dh1-god82k/s200/P1000940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144970233050994434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feed on this the rest of my life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Universal Studios Japan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abK_D2lxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cRoqvDmQwKk/s1600-h/P1000961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2abK_D2lxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cRoqvDmQwKk/s200/P1000961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144970237345961746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow cab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adyPD2lyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZaP0ZbdeyI4/s1600-h/P1000964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adyPD2lyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZaP0ZbdeyI4/s200/P1000964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144973110679082786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adyvD2lzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BDM1BNETrLE/s1600-h/P1000971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adyvD2lzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BDM1BNETrLE/s200/P1000971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144973119269017394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ady_D2l0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/1JZdvOyA5pk/s1600-h/P1000974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ady_D2l0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/1JZdvOyA5pk/s200/P1000974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144973123563984706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adzPD2l1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TTRiFLpptN0/s1600-h/P1000983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adzPD2l1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TTRiFLpptN0/s200/P1000983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144973127858952018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adzvD2l2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/h2BZXt8BuuQ/s1600-h/P1000992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2adzvD2l2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/h2BZXt8BuuQ/s200/P1000992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144973136448886626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey H-H-Hepburnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1110825407718768889?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1110825407718768889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1110825407718768889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/narita-sunrise-tokyo-disneyland.html' title='When you&apos;re young you fall in love'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2ZzuPD2lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EfxXC96Dz14/s72-c/P1000665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-4463897996882084191</id><published>2007-12-16T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:16:00.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen this film?</title><content type='html'>It's barely two weeks to the start of school. Maybe it's time I start sorting my life out and prioritising. Wait, strike maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like I forgot how the sun looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-4463897996882084191?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4463897996882084191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4463897996882084191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-seen-this-film.html' title='Have you seen this film?'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2485410686174140355</id><published>2007-12-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:46:57.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you be the one to release me?</title><content type='html'>My maid is home, finally. I think she now knows how much we depend on her nyehe :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm actually a Tundra Wolf all over again after catching up with DEBCHIUUUU (8 chill alright Superwoman and just go with the flow, like me. Love you much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random conversation with my dad:&lt;br /&gt;Dad: How are you settling lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe I'll go get something from the food centre, or cook noodles&lt;br /&gt;Dad: If you go get food, Gin ran out of carrots (She eats carrots and apples for dinner) for dinner, can you please go to the Ah Neh (This convenience store run by indians in my estate) shop to see if you can get any?&lt;br /&gt;Me: If I go get food, I'll go check&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You have to cook the carrots you know - Gin is not a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me, this is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11:34 PM) ) SSICA: hahahahah &lt;br /&gt;(11:34 PM) ) SSICA: the way you swear damn funny &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) JiaMing  /: diao haha &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) JiaMing  /: BUT I AM DAMN FRUSTRATED YOU ARE NOT HELPING! &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) ) SSICA: okay okay! &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) ) SSICA: i also dont know what to do! &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) ) SSICA: hahhaha &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) JiaMing  /: helped alot, thanks &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) JiaMing  /: HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jessica Gan to death :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I should have known that Zero Expectation would have given me Infinity Happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2485410686174140355?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2485410686174140355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2485410686174140355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/could-you-be-one-to-release-me.html' title='Could you be the one to release me?'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3818396629692675744</id><published>2007-12-12T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:55:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got me sewn</title><content type='html'>Teeheehee I'm back from Japan! Interesting photos up this weekend hopefully cause my mom flew off again with the camera this morning ): I've quite alot of things on my mind so hopefully they won't all run away before I get down to blogging them out. Which, just gave me the idea of writing my thoughts down first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so glad to be back in Sunny (my ass) Singapore. Japan is so much more sunnier than this shithole even in winter. The trip was much fun anyway, I spent most of my time bitching with my sister and dad nyehe and uh, ranking people. Yes, I know we deserve to be the Bitching Champions. The weather was pretty good only that I'm stuck with cuts all over my hands and fingers, rash all over my body (I'm scratching myself to death), and a reason to pay the doctor another visit. I can hardly breathe through my nose already and my voice is almost all gone ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I finally feel like there's going to be a purpose in my life cause I'm finally doing volunteer work. I mean, real volunteer work cause I volunteered to do it this time round :D That's quite an accomplishment heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming (the goose is getting fat)! :D But it's really too near for its own good. Cause then that means that school's starting soooooooon. Which reminds me that I haven't really done much substantial studying, YOU DIE JIAMING. I'm pretty much anticipating caroling at the hotels nyehe :] I got a new wishlist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know why but there was some wave of whatever and I just realised how much I miss DEB CHIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU m'dear 8upawomannnnnn (: I'll call you sooooooooon to update you on my life since May, you've to do the same too nyehehe. Tragic, we haven't spoken in ages and we still said we want to meet ): ohwell we'll find some time alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2AFdLH6Z8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/R8rUMBrnFW0/s1600-h/CIMG1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2AFdLH6Z8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/R8rUMBrnFW0/s320/CIMG1217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143116773217429442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JESSICA GAN DON'T THINK YOUR LIFE VERY BUSY YOU BIG. ARRANGE LUNCH SOMEDAY PLEASE! I got present for you teeheehee :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3818396629692675744?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3818396629692675744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3818396629692675744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/youve-got-me-sewn.html' title='You&apos;ve got me sewn'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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/_ksJcXPuDi4g/R2AFdLH6Z8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/R8rUMBrnFW0/s72-c/CIMG1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1899277116138983162</id><published>2007-12-10T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:23:23.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Nights</title><content type='html'>Helloxz :D Japan's been treating me fine, the weather's cold and windy and christmassy but still manageable. I'm quite looking forward to returning on Tuesday, I'm starting to suffer the physical side effects of cold weather. Shopping isn't much but I'm still pretty happy with my buys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's one something in the morning already I think, Universal Studios tmr yayxz :D See you when I return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QOTD: weewungwung weewungwung OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1899277116138983162?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1899277116138983162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1899277116138983162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/tokyo-nights.html' title='Tokyo Nights'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8782152849621275510</id><published>2007-12-05T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:19:49.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With all this stuff piling up</title><content type='html'>Sighhhhhhhh it's always like that when I'm finally flying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this time I feel like I'm leaving a huge part behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8782152849621275510?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8782152849621275510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8782152849621275510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-all-this-stuff-piling-up.html' title='With all this stuff piling up'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1287900722480933174</id><published>2007-12-04T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:10:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me on my knees</title><content type='html'>Hello here's a final post before I leave for Japan. Anyway, I swear I've never done so much housework my entire life (Nooooooooooo, I'm not a spoilt brat). Let's see, I've uh, swept and mopped the entire house, helped washed my mom's car, picked up Gin's poo, fed Gin, washed/dried/took in/ironed/folded the clothes, made my own bed, washed and kept the dishes :D This means that I'm ready for my own house, I think I know what I want for my 21st birthday heeheehee. All because my maid is on a two week holiday, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, Japan until the 11th, see you then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Nono;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head?&lt;br /&gt;Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, Start!&lt;br /&gt;1. Jia Hui&lt;br /&gt;2. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;3. Shantini&lt;br /&gt;4. Lix&lt;br /&gt;5. Chingxz&lt;br /&gt;6. Nono&lt;br /&gt;7. Xianyong&lt;br /&gt;8. Rayrin&lt;br /&gt;9. Wayne&lt;br /&gt;10. Desmond&lt;br /&gt;11. Jia Ling&lt;br /&gt;12. Hoho&lt;br /&gt;13. Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;14. Weeho&lt;br /&gt;15. Jaslyn&lt;br /&gt;16. Yan Jie&lt;br /&gt;17. Elaine&lt;br /&gt;18. Oliver&lt;br /&gt;19. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;20. Cherie&lt;br /&gt;21. Gen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 20? SNchoir ad CCLGMMHQ (:&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 17? I'd probably not know whats happening in class. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 2 and 19 date? Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 15? Not in that way&lt;br /&gt;5.Would 13 and 1 make a good couple? No way hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 18: Giant :D&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you think 3 is attractive? Obviously, everyone who agrees say aye!&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me something about 7: Can't draw birthday cards hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 14's family members? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 2's favorite color? Orange I think&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do if 21 just confessed he/she liked you? I'll lurbxz aliens even more&lt;br /&gt;12. What language does 12 speak? English and Chinese&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 4 going out with? Hahahahahah No. 9&lt;br /&gt;14. What grade is 6 in? J1&lt;br /&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 3? Jessica's birthday&lt;br /&gt;16. What perfume does number 12 uses? I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 17? No.&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 1? Diao, not ever. I'd rather be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 5 single? Yes, heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 9's last name? Foo&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11? No hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to The Feeling for a nice holiday treat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1287900722480933174?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1287900722480933174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1287900722480933174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-got-me-on-my-knees.html' title='You got me on my knees'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-4387277479632450902</id><published>2007-11-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:21:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should I be sane without you</title><content type='html'>Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People in love they’re fast and foolish&lt;br /&gt;People in love get scared and stupid&lt;br /&gt;People in love get special treatment&lt;br /&gt;People in love their hearts get eaten&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-b-b-baby&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going c-c-c-crazy&lt;br /&gt;And why should I be sane without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-4387277479632450902?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4387277479632450902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4387277479632450902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-should-i-be-sane-without-you.html' title='Why should I be sane without you'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6953725555566101829</id><published>2007-11-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:58:38.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's a lost romantic</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just don't want to know too much. Sometimes you just wished that you weren't so curious. Sometimes you wished you didn't take Literature. Much as I hope that it's all not true, it's hard not to have doubts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6953725555566101829?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6953725555566101829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6953725555566101829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/everyones-lost-romantic.html' title='Everyone&apos;s a lost romantic'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-4212086880501549853</id><published>2007-11-25T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:49:52.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up the Autumn Tree</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday. Today sucks and I hate Today. I assure you this isn't going to be an angsty post. I just have this bad feeling that it's going to end up like another of JiaMing's Extremely Rare Even-Idiots-Understand kind of Long Rambly Useless Posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's 9 reasons why I hate today to start&lt;br /&gt;(1) It's Sunday and I'm stuck at home with absolutely nothing to do. (Yes, I know I have R papers to study for but that's beside the point)&lt;br /&gt;(2) It's always Sunday when I think I have my whole day packed with family commitments only to find out that I have actually have none at two-one-oh-oh (2100hrs). And by then it's usually always too late to find people to do something fun, parental consent is besides the point as well.&lt;br /&gt;(3) The weather could kill today. I swear and that can actually count for the next 6 reasons but since I'm so bored anyway, I'll think of another six.&lt;br /&gt;(4) My maid leaves this Friday and that leaves today as the only weekend we have left to pack for Japan with the maid around. I assure you packing isn't something you'd want to do on a bloody hot Sunday afternoon like this.&lt;br /&gt;(5) The entire family is on a spring-cleaning thing and I'm the only one left with nothing else to do cause I spring-clean everyday D: zzz&lt;br /&gt;(6) I'm done with Prison Break 2 and it's taking my entire life to load Season3 D:&lt;br /&gt;(7) I'm soooooooo sleepy and I can't sleep anywhere cause the bed is filled with clothes and the living is really too hot.&lt;br /&gt;(8) I had to be so stupid to start listing 9 reasons why I hate today and I can't think of the last reason&lt;br /&gt;(9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Shopping List. I know my wallet isn't going to make it but I don't care anyway I want a new shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;(1) A new wallet&lt;br /&gt;(2) Eclipse by Stephanie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;(3) - (7623) New Clothes :D&lt;br /&gt;That's about everything I want actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want/need to do&lt;br /&gt;(1) GO SWIMMING&lt;br /&gt;(2) Prison Break Season 3&lt;br /&gt;(3) Shopping Shopping Shopping&lt;br /&gt;(4) Get out of this hot place, I'm actually stating to look forward to Japan :O&lt;br /&gt;(5) Christmas&lt;br /&gt;(6) Study for R paper sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be able to find a cool dark corner in the house to take a nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-4212086880501549853?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4212086880501549853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4212086880501549853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/up-autumn-tree.html' title='Up the Autumn Tree'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2688858338434121085</id><published>2007-11-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:31:28.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Screwup</title><content type='html'>Hello I watched Enchanted today&lt;br /&gt;I think I will mess up my life in time to come if I go on like this&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to do this most of the time even if it means getting myself out of the shit I always get myself into&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn't trouble. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause you're so good at it I don't want to be like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to Immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my incoherence, it's just another of those days I had below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Feeling's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want you now, I don't care how&lt;br /&gt;We're both too young to be sitting around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2688858338434121085?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2688858338434121085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2688858338434121085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-screwup.html' title='The Big Screwup'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-647884401339547573</id><published>2007-11-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:06:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, especially today, I love your delicate way</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I think pink is my colour, I won't drink from no other&lt;br /&gt;The chill in my veins, relieves me from this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Cracking boulder &lt;br /&gt;Don't fall over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stars are coming out tonight&lt;br /&gt;There lighting up the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars looking at our planet, &lt;br /&gt;Watching entropy and pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-647884401339547573?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/647884401339547573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/647884401339547573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-you-especially-today-i-love-your.html' title='I love you, especially today, I love your delicate way'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-110223622564209854</id><published>2007-11-18T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T09:23:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If wars break down, I will come for you</title><content type='html'>Sighhhhhhhhh I just realised that almost half of my holiday is gone ): I feel so lost, I mean, there's seriously nothing to do apart from choir zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I put this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You light the skies up above me&lt;br /&gt;A star so bright you blind me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-110223622564209854?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/110223622564209854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/110223622564209854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-wars-break-down-i-will-come-for-you.html' title='If wars break down, I will come for you'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6302669380959092107</id><published>2007-11-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:01:01.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes of Ten</title><content type='html'>Hello it's been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see,&lt;br /&gt;PW's over. (Jumps. For. Joy.) On a sidenote, I think I could not have asked for a better PW group (I hope you guys see this).&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Malaysia for four days and back.&lt;br /&gt;I've seven weeks left to kill, someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;I've so many things to do and so little time, please don't ask me to list.&lt;br /&gt;Japan in three weeks, I'm starting to get hyped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since Jessica swears by this method, I NEED A JOB VERY VERY BADLY. Now I expect offers to be swarming in, otherwise, Jessica, I will personally see to your slaughter HAHAHA. Hell, I'm dead broke ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time I bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6302669380959092107?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6302669380959092107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6302669380959092107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/boxes-of-ten.html' title='Boxes of Ten'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3494467096684645187</id><published>2007-11-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:46:35.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Piccadilly</title><content type='html'>PW KILLS. Anyway I just wasted ten minutes of my life doing a dumbass quiz i found on FatPig's blog and deleted it. What the heck. I'm bored to tears D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just too many!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3494467096684645187?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3494467096684645187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3494467096684645187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/blue-piccadilly.html' title='Blue Piccadilly'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7336401649167039463</id><published>2007-10-30T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:59:29.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun-kissed Trampoline</title><content type='html'>It's, the second last day of October. As like every year I'll just start feeling nostalgic and reflective and everything about my year round this time. Just that it's exceptionally early this year, and I don't know why. A phonecall, some talks and three days got me thinking about everything I've done this year. It's quite sad when you sit down and think and realise that there's nothing much you've done that you're really proud of this year. A waste of a couple of hundred days (I'm just not too bothered to count), it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there were at least a couple of things I could list in Sec4 that I was proud of like, being part 4Loyalty, just to name one. At least I knew that it's something that won't ever be taken away from me. If it helps, there was also my prelim results and the little hope of getting into VJ with it kept me going most of the holidays. And my sheer luck of being one of the last few admitted into VJ with my O's results. So you see, 2006 wasn't much, but it was a good year nonetheless. At least I could say that it was a year well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're talking 2007, I wouldn't say that I regret everything I did in 2007 but  looking back at the past ten months now, there were so many things that I wished I did or didn't do, in someway or another. Let's just keep at regretting the fact that I went with the flow too much for most of this year. But the friends I've made this year are probably the last things that will ever make it to my List of Greatest Regrets. And thats what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, there are so many movies I want to watch and so many things I want to do. And there's so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered what got me started on this today. My sister spamming the house with the songs of last December. Ass. I miss the feeling of liking to go on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7336401649167039463?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7336401649167039463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7336401649167039463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/sun-kissed-trampoline.html' title='Sun-kissed Trampoline'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7875838050249731325</id><published>2007-10-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:33:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unknown continues biding time</title><content type='html'>Here's something, since we were on the topic of blogging today anyway. I think I've said before that school's unofficially out and I quite like my current lifestyle haha. PW is getting more bearable, sadly though it's coming to an end. Now I don't know what to look forward to after OP. There's nothing much about choir these days just that its really getting unbearably boring sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's finally returning this weekend and I'm quite glad for that. The house just suddenly seems so quiet without her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Feeling's really good. And so is Click Five, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums up just about everything thats happened in my life since my last post and maybe even slightly before. Now you know how bored I actually am. If it helps, I've already played and got bored of O2Jam and I just got started on MapleStory. Hip hip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH TO THE MAX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7875838050249731325?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7875838050249731325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7875838050249731325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/unknown-continues-biding-time.html' title='The unknown continues biding time'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6508016496202351182</id><published>2007-10-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:30:52.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My memory plays our tune</title><content type='html'>Save me from the perils of PW ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised recently that this blog is as good as dead. It's all Promos fault haha. School's been pretty slack since the end of Promos. It's just PW and PW and PW and more PW until the 7th and I want to tear my hair out. I think I'm starting to look forward to Christmas! :D Yes I know it's still October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been promoted, thankfully but hello Econs R Paper, sadly ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could it be&lt;br /&gt;That nothings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Cause time has got a way of taking back&lt;br /&gt;Everything you thought you had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6508016496202351182?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6508016496202351182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6508016496202351182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-memory-plays-our-tune.html' title='My memory plays our tune'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-778673882586154262</id><published>2007-10-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:32:09.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>RARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-778673882586154262?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/778673882586154262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/778673882586154262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3334310423216421724</id><published>2007-10-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:26:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's the complication, it's only conversation</title><content type='html'>Life sucks when you're so uncertain of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I made things like that but I really don't know how to fix it now. Only you can help put things right now but if only you knew. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meddlesome g p shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3334310423216421724?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3334310423216421724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3334310423216421724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-whats-complication-its-only.html' title='So what&apos;s the complication, it&apos;s only conversation'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1169951044083635047</id><published>2007-10-12T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:09:57.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just these four days.</title><content type='html'>Last weeeeeeeek of school yay. And then it's full steam ahead for Project Work. Sucks TO THE MAXXXXXXXXXXXX :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty lousy, don't ask why good on you if you know. Sighhhhhh. Why does it seem like it's only me who's in this predicament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Have a good week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1169951044083635047?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1169951044083635047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1169951044083635047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-just-these-four-days.html' title='It&apos;s just these four days.'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2450093381539829468</id><published>2007-10-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:59:37.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doraemongzzzzzzz 8)</title><content type='html'>Exam's been over for so long and I've already run out of things to do. I've been mucking around everywhere with the choir people and getting bits of Me Time here and there. School's resuming for real this Monday and that means Results with a capital R (R Papers too). (mutters a whole string of vulgarities, Jessica knows me under stressful conditions :D) Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dumbass Doraemon song is in my head for good, no thanks to the choir people and my sis and mom haha. But it's all in jest, so, whatever :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so tired recently I don't know why I need to sleep more to save my face. I need TeeVee/Retail Therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2450093381539829468?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2450093381539829468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2450093381539829468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/doraemongzzzzzzz-8.html' title='Doraemongzzzzzzz 8)'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7568563726267230572</id><published>2007-10-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:01:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>I've completely lost my interest in blogging haha. Anyway, I think I'm so dead for the holidays. When they're not even here yet. It's been only four days since Promos ended and I've run out of things I can think of doing. MY DECEMBER HOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results out within the next few weeks, Say Hello to R Papers for me please, thank you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And inside, I'm dying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7568563726267230572?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7568563726267230572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7568563726267230572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/10/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6389431706291082982</id><published>2007-09-29T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:15:42.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is Vienna</title><content type='html'>Promos are over but it seriously doesn't make a difference. There's still Horrible PW and Results ): Binged like shit at Sakae yesterday, I've seriously never eaten so much before hahah but it was good fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing to blog about actually.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to clear the stuff on my Post-Promos List anyway :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6389431706291082982?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6389431706291082982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6389431706291082982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-this-is-vienna.html' title='And this is Vienna'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-260838446345487929</id><published>2007-09-17T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:18:38.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's playing mind games</title><content type='html'>It's been a while hahaha and I swear declaring to the entire World Wide Web that you're going on a holiday cause of your cursed Promos work cause the thought of blogging didn't even occur to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's something on The Not So Interesting Life of JiaMing. I've been a muggershitxz the past long weekend (Note that I skipped school on Thursday cause I didn't feel well and fell sick for real on Friday. And then there was Saturday and Sunday and my mother (!!!) asked me to give today a miss maybe cause she thought I'd disturb the class with my nose and throat HAHA) and I think I'm suffering from the detrimental effects of it all. My nose wouldn't stop running and I feel like I can't recall anything that I've read (maybe everything escaped from the nose). I've been craving Orange Bowl since forever cause The Sister is never buying it back for me and I'm just too lazy to crawl back to SN cause it's just too damn far in this too damn hot weather given my current health condition. PROMOS ARE IN FOUR DAYS. Just a random fact if you still don't know. And even 4dozens of Krrrrrrispy Kremes can't save my life now. Jessica I know your parents are probably like, whats with me and donuts. Facebook is The Ultimate Therapy and I think I've just discovered the joy of Spamming. 8) I just realised that I haven't been to town for ages and I WANT TO GO SHOPPING! For what I don't know cause I can never ever think of stuff to buy when you ask me (Apart from clothes maybe but that's different cause it's something that will never ever be taken off my list of wants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see what I mean when I say I'm suffering from the detrimental effects of Over-studying (very much ineffective at most times ]:). A full paragraph of randomness, incoherence (I wonder how I'm going to pass my AQ) and crap. ALL THESE RUBBISH WHEN I'M SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING. GO AND STUDY NOW JIAMING WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was pretty post-worthy :D Until after the Promos or when I have something else that's post-worthy. Nyehehehe :]&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/2123242277880886908-260838446345487929?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/260838446345487929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/260838446345487929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-playing-mind-games.html' title='She&apos;s playing mind games'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6386037878267818651</id><published>2007-09-09T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:51:33.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always waiting</title><content type='html'>F you Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. See you after Promos unless I have something post-worthy to talk about. If I don't put this, I'll never see the end of clicking that Blogger link on my Favourites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6386037878267818651?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6386037878267818651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6386037878267818651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/09/always-waiting.html' title='Always waiting'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7317990029946141003</id><published>2007-09-08T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:12:59.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons are changing and waves are crashing</title><content type='html'>I can't help it, can I? Not with everything going beyond my control. There's so much I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7317990029946141003?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7317990029946141003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7317990029946141003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/09/seasons-are-changing-and-waves-are.html' title='Seasons are changing and waves are crashing'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6053120088051260404</id><published>2007-09-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:44:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you be the one to release me?</title><content type='html'>You've spent so much of your time and wasted so much of your life on this. Move on move on move on, you've got your Promos in fourteen days ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I just realised I'm in deep shit. OHMYGOD SOMEONE HELP ME. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus can seriously make you cry. I love the lyrics to deathhhhhhh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you rest with me, just for a while &lt;br /&gt;I'll take you out of harm's way &lt;br /&gt;And like these branches that shelter the rain &lt;br /&gt;We can lay here in our own shade &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6053120088051260404?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6053120088051260404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6053120088051260404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/09/could-you-be-one-to-release-me.html' title='Could you be the one to release me?'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-732054646667868226</id><published>2007-09-04T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:31:36.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could watch the rain all day</title><content type='html'>Bzzzzzz. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY MONGXZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-732054646667868226?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/732054646667868226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/732054646667868226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-could-watch-rain-all-day.html' title='I could watch the rain all day'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3434922730404490483</id><published>2007-09-02T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:58:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This heavyweight champion takes the prize</title><content type='html'>Right. Holidays are here. And I'm not remotely happy that they're here, okay save for the fact that I get to wake up late. September holidays are a scam. It's just official reason for you to not go to school and finish everything you've to study for Promos before you return and die for another three weeks. Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy week ahead. Zomgxz study more JiaMing! D: !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seasons are changing and waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;and stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go though this torture anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3434922730404490483?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3434922730404490483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3434922730404490483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-heavyweight-champion-takes-prize.html' title='This heavyweight champion takes the prize'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1435028760944147680</id><published>2007-08-29T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:31:59.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll watch the sky and wait and wish these waters ease my pain</title><content type='html'>I've been reaching home unimaginably early these three days! :O :O :O Congratulate me, only that I haven't been exactly productive since reaching home cause I sleep my afternoons away RRRRRRR. I think I need to burn my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think you're too self-obsessed and cynical for your own good. Don't get carried away, seriously, it's not like society needs more of your kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm fleeing from this scene&lt;br /&gt;And being caught in a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;The truth becomes the unthinkable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1435028760944147680?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1435028760944147680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1435028760944147680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-watch-sky-and-wait-and-wish-these.html' title='I&apos;ll watch the sky and wait and wish these waters ease my pain'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3805601189792990713</id><published>2007-08-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:21:01.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm rushing through a dream I can't control</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day yay. No, I didn't suddenly finish studying everything I need to for physics but I'm amazed I managed to sit down for close to 3hours doing Irritating Integration on a Monday afternoon. Zomg I'm all motivated (okay maybe not that motivated) to do well for Promossssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, my Aunt came back last week with a hell lot of COUGHchewinggumCOUGH and jellybeans. :D BINGE BINGE BINGE I seriously foresee alot of jaw exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx1XIm6q4r4"&gt;WATCH THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3805601189792990713?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3805601189792990713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3805601189792990713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-rushing-through-dream-i-cant-control.html' title='I&apos;m rushing through a dream I can&apos;t control'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2414970529925267027</id><published>2007-08-26T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:53:39.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This tension that ignites us here in the dark</title><content type='html'>No, it doesn't help when you're like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to VJ for Campus Superstar yesterday night with Power and we pretty much had a hell lot of fun :D If I wasn't dreaming, I think we're in for a full day! We won three prizes in the lucky draw, will you believe it HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time coming home late tonight sighxz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2414970529925267027?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2414970529925267027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2414970529925267027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-tension-that-ignites-us-here-in.html' title='This tension that ignites us here in the dark'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3239012327297508883</id><published>2007-08-24T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:23:26.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're chasing heaven as it fades into black</title><content type='html'>I've wasted almost my entire week. Says Jia Ming with A Lot Of Guilt. Tomorrow's another long day and Sunday's another day gone. I've no time for myself, I've no time to do my work, I've no time for my famly, I feel so fcking guilty. It's like I've sold myself to VJ and everything else VJ since January2007. Last week of school, hopefully my last week will be less hyped up and one full week of holiday to catch up on my sleep and work. Go Mongxz, pretend it's your OLevels you're taking. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I used up all of Wednesday's, Thursday's and Friday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heard, heard myself say things I take back. &lt;br /&gt;If I could, could re-tell and make these stories last. &lt;br /&gt;I see, see shadows of who we'll always be. &lt;br /&gt;When I drive, drive these roads that made our memories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3239012327297508883?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3239012327297508883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3239012327297508883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-chasing-heaven-as-it-fades-into.html' title='We&apos;re chasing heaven as it fades into black'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-483621243750355217</id><published>2007-08-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:40:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you release me?</title><content type='html'>I've been celebrating birthdays the past two days! :O Busybusybusy but I had my share of fun. I seriously need to get down to studying !@#$%^&amp;* Promos are in Thirty Days. HHHHHHEEEEELLLLLLLPPPP!!!!!! I need my sleep. I need time. I need to study. I need to do well. I need a hell lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know what I should do. I need to stop being like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you knew? What if I was wrong all this while. I HATE WHAT IFS LIKE I HATE CHEECHEONGFUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-483621243750355217?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/483621243750355217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/483621243750355217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-you-release-me.html' title='Will you release me?'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-5068009597199706088</id><published>2007-08-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:49:05.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The singularity is clear from the distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAHA JESSICA HAHAHA. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 8) I said, start behaving seventeen! I hope you enjoyed your munchy surprise :D You so anti-climax please. EAT THE HONEY-GLAZED ZOMG!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, another day wasted and I see more to come. D: STOP IT JIAMING CAN YOU PLEASE START STUDYING. LIKE, REALLLLLLLLLLY! D: Mucked around the house the entire afternoon before going over to Jessica's house at night to surprise her with her Munchy Donuts :] I can't believe she didn't suspect anything despite the number of hints I dropped. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;ISGMHU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-5068009597199706088?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5068009597199706088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5068009597199706088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/singularity-is-clear-from-distance.html' title='The singularity is clear from the distance'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2128967984955351342</id><published>2007-08-19T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T10:47:23.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has changed, the faces stay the same</title><content type='html'>False hopes suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My connection died on me 10 minutes ago, I got so pissed I kicked the plug and it came back on. But I think I kicked something else in the process, my speakers aren't working now. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go watch the fireworks yesterday. Just that we didn't manage to (or maybe did through the branches of trees in the comfort of air-conditioning) purely because Singaporeans as so fcking self-centered. Oh, don't ask for the details, I don't think you'd want to know just in case you were guilty of the horrible things we Singaporeans are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, my stupid sister is so hilariously bitchy hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay angsty irritated post. Goodbye, have a good week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2128967984955351342?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2128967984955351342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2128967984955351342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/everything-has-changed-faces-stay-same.html' title='Everything has changed, the faces stay the same'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1042306406238516249</id><published>2007-08-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:43:51.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we were only kids and our time couldn't end</title><content type='html'>SO TIRED. SO SCREWED. SO EMO. SO HAPPY MOMENTARILY.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STUDYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take off your jacket &lt;br /&gt;Don't walk out that door &lt;br /&gt;There's no need to leave anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1042306406238516249?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1042306406238516249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1042306406238516249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-we-were-only-kids-and-our-time.html' title='When we were only kids and our time couldn&apos;t end'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8015707377397677320</id><published>2007-08-10T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:11:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows and Regrets</title><content type='html'>Hello hello I went for NDP07! :D Yay x 1395620458 but there wasn't much that was that spectacular, just that I MELTED TOTALLY ZOMG at the military display and fireworks, otherwise I was either messaging Chingxz or Bobbling. Nyehe. Oh and the funpack is seriously Fugly with a Capital F. Urghhh, listening to all the National Day songs during the fireworks display made me miss Pattaya totally! D: Sighxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My five day holiday is totally wasted rah. There's so much to do and so little time, this seriously sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was one of the lucky little shits who didn't get a fan in her funpack. Quotes her who quoted me, "You sure or not? You can do without everything else in the bag but MUST HAVE FAAAAAAAAAAN!" Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and Regrets make me emoooo.&lt;br /&gt;It's Gin's 5th birthday today :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8015707377397677320?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8015707377397677320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8015707377397677320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/shadows-and-regrets.html' title='Shadows and Regrets'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3722685458038623368</id><published>2007-08-07T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:27:10.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night's such a beautiful night</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, all the time in the world the next 5 days for me to catch up on my sleep! :D I think I've got the loveliest playlist in the world, I feel really happy listening to it. I'm going to embark on my exciting project this weekend :DDD I can't wait to read the papers on National Day, hopefully, Jessica! $6K and we holiday this year end okay, don't pangseh! :D Hahaha, I'm sure it will happen la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we were only kids, and we were best of friends, &lt;br /&gt;and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3722685458038623368?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3722685458038623368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3722685458038623368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-nights-such-beautiful-night.html' title='Friday night&apos;s such a beautiful night'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-684672311925552588</id><published>2007-08-04T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:53:53.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't listen too close, their words are like guns</title><content type='html'>I know you'll read this soon enough. Either that or I'm sure you'll be told to read. I can never bring myself to tell you all this in your face. Maybe it's cause I was being brought up like this, in a way that made me fear my parents. Believe it or not, I'm still scared of both my parents, even at seventeen. I'd never have the guts to carry out any of the rebellious ideas I may entertain and I don't know how I became The Defiant Daughter in your eyes. I want so much to tell you that I'm not what you think I've become and that I did not do so much of what you accused me to. But I think I've been getting this so much recently I'd rather just keep silent and wish for it to be over. And no, I'm serious I didn't slam the door in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chingxz/lix/nonoz/wayne/xianyong/jeremy thank you so much. What you guys did today made (quote)abandoning the family for the friends(/unquote) worth it. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't listen too close their words are like guns &lt;br /&gt;With bullets that fly and kill what you've won &lt;br /&gt;Some love to hate and some tell you lies &lt;br /&gt;So let's make a toast and kiss them goodbye &lt;br /&gt;We'll kiss them all goodbye &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-684672311925552588?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/684672311925552588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/684672311925552588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-listen-too-close-their-words-are.html' title='Don&apos;t listen too close, their words are like guns'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6332026029342202182</id><published>2007-08-03T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:44:22.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Mistake</title><content type='html'>I'm so drained. So, so drained. Two days of school next week is a consolation. I've got so much to do and so much on my mind, I'm spoilt for choice. Someone tell me what I should do first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like you don't give a shit. At least not as much as I do. I hope I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): That Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6332026029342202182?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6332026029342202182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6332026029342202182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/biggest-mistake.html' title='The Biggest Mistake'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8819361943579411707</id><published>2007-08-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:16:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna break every clock, the hands of time could never move again</title><content type='html'>Hello August, damn it. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't give you the house you've been dreaming &lt;br /&gt;If I could I would build it alone &lt;br /&gt;I'd be out there all day, just hammering away &lt;br /&gt;Make us a place of our own &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn/ I don't want be so mean go and post the guailan stuff she did in the canteen lah. We know can already and yes lah, I'm the famed Pangseh Queen, let's see how long I take to rid myself of this title :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8819361943579411707?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8819361943579411707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8819361943579411707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-break-every-clock-hands-of-time.html' title='I wanna break every clock, the hands of time could never move again'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7999311899704338524</id><published>2007-07-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:28:18.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how you know that my love is still strong</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, I need my sleep URGHHHH. SPA today was pretty much alright and PW was cancelled for the second week (Yes, I know I should actually be depressed cause we've already lost 4 periods). On a side note, I really really truly madly deeply hate Project Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised that I've been unimaginably random these past few posts. I mean, like, talking about wanting to study and not actually doing it. Sigh, HOW. Whatever, I should just get on with life. My Tuesday anyway was ridiculous. BodyJam is a total waste of time and energy and School Funds. They should just use the money spent on the course to print our lecture notes instead, damn it. Rrrrrr. Oh and on a lighter note, I'm starting to ACTUALLY feel like I'm part of the class though I'm probably still the biggest Pangseh Queen or something. It's taken me long enough anyway haha, EIGHT MONTHS! Yayxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've changed so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7999311899704338524?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7999311899704338524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7999311899704338524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-how-you-know-that-my-love-is.html' title='That&apos;s how you know that my love is still strong'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7770965705768652146</id><published>2007-07-30T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:37:31.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't believe in being violent and cruel</title><content type='html'>I had some stuff to blog about but my sister blew all my thoughts out of my head with her flute. RARHHHHHH. Someone ask her to stop !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to enjoy coming home early! :D 54days to Promos D: Go Jia Ming. I Love Studying To Death!!! Okay who am I kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn/ You see you are so special, I reply to only your comments. And I really cannot write essay blog posts lah. If you want me to write about today right, I'll just copy last week's post and maybe change the Puzzle Bobble part to watching Xiangli COUGHembarrassCOUGH entertain the TIP students in the canteen during break. HAHAHA. Wah eh, your reply is longer than my post please. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7770965705768652146?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7770965705768652146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7770965705768652146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-believe-in-being-violent-and.html' title='I don&apos;t believe in being violent and cruel'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-9180502731327450775</id><published>2007-07-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:19:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wandered through fiction to look for the truth</title><content type='html'>My College Day was spent like a fugitive nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday has been wasted, so I should try and spend my Sunday more effectively. I thought I said this last week.&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know the holidays are coming up&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend them alone&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Christmas time with you&lt;br /&gt;will just kill me if I'm on my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn/ See I told you that'll be the first and last long post for a long long looooong while. this one only FOUR lines! :] And I REFUSE to reply on my haloscan! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-9180502731327450775?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/9180502731327450775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/9180502731327450775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wandered-through-fiction-to-look-for.html' title='I wandered through fiction to look for the truth'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-5602317459007746165</id><published>2007-07-25T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:30:45.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever I'm fighting for, there must be something more</title><content type='html'>Baby, I'm all powered up and ready to mug, yo! Promos in 58days and ZOMG HOWNOWBROWNCOW! D: I hope I'm not kidding myself nyehe. I will create miracles and make wonders when I get my new file. I love new stationery to the maxxxxxxx! 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think that we've got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;To get this heart to start beating again&lt;br /&gt;So take it all the way, whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Now our hearts are on the everglow&lt;br /&gt;So just let go and fall into it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140807, like, COME NOW, I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-5602317459007746165?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5602317459007746165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5602317459007746165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/whatever-im-fighting-for-there-must-be.html' title='Whatever I&apos;m fighting for, there must be something more'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-9108752047714183072</id><published>2007-07-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:13:31.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack it up and say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Muaha muaha muaha. I can't wait to start listening to the four new albums in my playlist! 8) Anyway, we were all on the topic of blogs in class today and I shall prove that my blog is not all angsty and emoshitxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's an update on my interesting life today. Spent Physics lecture studying physics. Ate chicken chop during break with my wonderfullllll class. Paid 120% attention during Chemisty tutorial and finally understood what Isomerism is all about (:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD). Challenged Jaslyn to Puzzle Bobble during break after that and just basically tried very very hard to stay awake during GP. I don't know what happened during Physics tutorial cause all I remember is that our tutor came in, rambled on about some momentum stuff and left. Had fried fish and baked beans for lunch and went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't blog like this. JASLYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN and ELAINE! Is this happy enough hahahaha. More than 10 lines, got paragraphing somemore. Don't say I didn't reply your tag, I dedicated this entire post to you and your views on my blog. This is the first and last time nyehehe :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remembering, everything&lt;br /&gt;About my world and when you came&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, the change you'd bring&lt;br /&gt;Means nothing else would be the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not angsty okay! 8]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-9108752047714183072?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/9108752047714183072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/9108752047714183072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/pack-it-up-and-say-goodbye.html' title='Pack it up and say Goodbye'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2699471362490229438</id><published>2007-07-22T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:15:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I stare at you while you are sleeping</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm being washed with Harry Potter inside-out. At least I managed to finish the book within the day yay. Now it's back to Norwegian Wood which is taking me ages, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should find more productive ways of spending my Sunday. GRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally addicted to Stay Close, Don't Go but I swear the lyrics are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you see, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one for you &lt;br /&gt;but you're the only one for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2699471362490229438?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2699471362490229438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2699471362490229438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-stare-at-you-while-you-are.html' title='Sometimes I stare at you while you are sleeping'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6242307380023935259</id><published>2007-07-20T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:17:12.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I've been selfish, I know I've been foolish</title><content type='html'>School without choir is soooooooo weird. Sigh I feel like a lost sheep after school nowadays although it's been less than a week since we returned. I was so bored yesterday I went to countdown to Promos and guess what, SIXTYTHREEDAYS! Oh how exciting !@#$%^&amp;* Rarh I'm so tired I shall go sleep or something. It's the first time since forever I'm home so early :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6242307380023935259?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6242307380023935259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6242307380023935259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-ive-been-selfish-i-know-ive-been.html' title='I know I&apos;ve been selfish, I know I&apos;ve been foolish'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2044083155362470639</id><published>2007-07-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:05:34.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This heart of stone will sing till it dies</title><content type='html'>Hello hello I'm back and you may have already heard! Three Golds, Two Category Champions and Jury Prize. My first trip with VJChoir overseas and it's so amazing I can't place it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about Pattaya, including the incessant sectionals before the competition and the late nights. My five days in Pattaya were probably the happiest. You know you guys made a difference. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of pretending I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know you didn’t bring me out here to drown&lt;br /&gt;So why am I ten feet under and upside down&lt;br /&gt;Barely surviving has become my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m so used to living underneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2044083155362470639?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2044083155362470639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2044083155362470639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-heart-of-stone-will-sing-till-it.html' title='This heart of stone will sing till it dies'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2154832177695521116</id><published>2007-07-12T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:58:22.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clouds are raised, the rain it falls harder now</title><content type='html'>Shit it's wrong to be feeling like this now but I don't feel that excited about Pattaya anymore. I'm starting to miss everything here even before I leave and I want to pack everything into my luggage with me. Put it simply, I don't want to leave alone ): Sighxz my dad and sis won't be at the airport later rarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you bear to do this. You've already invaded this part of my life, can't I at least keep my other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Monday, Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2154832177695521116?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2154832177695521116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2154832177695521116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/clouds-are-raised-rain-it-falls-harder.html' title='The clouds are raised, the rain it falls harder now'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8978965822870980651</id><published>2007-07-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:16:56.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be great to be fashionably late?</title><content type='html'>SUCKS TTM! !@#$%^&amp;* Totally not my day today rarh. Cut my knee and and got my fingers whacked by a !@#$%^&amp;* floorball stick all within the hour. What more can I ask for. Zzzzz and I'm moodswingy ttm these few days I don't know why hur D: On a lighter note, tomorrow's the last day of school this week and Pattaya in TWOOOOOOOO DAYS :D I can't wait for the plane ride actually, I don't know why but I just had this sudden urge to fly after watching planes for an hour during PE :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone gets their share of horrible days. Or maybe it's just a horrible day to make me appreciate my good days more. Okay shutup Jia Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP! beeeeeeeetch. D: No thanks for making life so difficult for me urgh. Like, go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8978965822870980651?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8978965822870980651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8978965822870980651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/wouldnt-it-be-great-to-be-fashionably.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be great to be fashionably late?'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8533724613404834649</id><published>2007-07-08T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:49:48.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer The Call</title><content type='html'>Save our Earth! This global-warming shit is really killing me. I was totally melting while watching Live Earth 07. !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall pledge my support in the movement to save the Earth as of today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Save the trees and stop handing in homework/doing tutorials/assignments/collecting 60pages Econs lecture notes 8]&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop asking my dad (he doesn't anymore anyway) to send me to school. Maybe cycle or walk there. Or just stop going to school altogether since VJ is so bloody far.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stop using plastic bags. That means I need a bigger bag. Okay, I NEED A BIGGER BAG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm finally starting on my new book :D Pattaya in Ffffffour days! Bored to the max, sighxz what's new in JiaMing's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JellyBelly at Noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore green, answered my call. (though unintentionally)&lt;br /&gt;...___... (zomg looks like a mutant ._.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8533724613404834649?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8533724613404834649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8533724613404834649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/answer-call.html' title='Answer The Call'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6657274919824184999</id><published>2007-07-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:22:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on the shoreline trying to figure it out</title><content type='html'>I'm losing my patience, I'm losing the faith, I'm losing the trust I had in you. Bitch. But I still hope that I'll be able to take these words back one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna break every clock&lt;br /&gt;The hands of time could never move again&lt;br /&gt;We could stay in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Is it over now hey, is it over now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody headache. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6657274919824184999?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6657274919824184999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6657274919824184999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/sitting-on-shoreline-trying-to-figure_07.html' title='Sitting on the shoreline trying to figure it out'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-4208324583764931035</id><published>2007-07-07T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:03:38.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what you do to me</title><content type='html'>Zzzzz I'm totally drained this week and it's only the second week of school! !@#$%^&amp;* We're flying off to Pattaya next weeeeeeeeek and I'm quite looking forward to it :] Zomg excitingxz to the max. Choir at 8 tmr, Rarh with a capital R. I want my sleep ): Not in the best of moods today anyway gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I hope you'd stop doing and saying things you don't mean.&lt;br /&gt;Two, Will you ever stop talking?&lt;br /&gt;Three, If you knew better, you'd stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-4208324583764931035?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4208324583764931035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4208324583764931035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-what-you-do-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s what you do to me'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-5459784085111170121</id><published>2007-07-01T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:43:49.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want what you want</title><content type='html'>HOT TO THE MAX. I want to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED TO THE MAX. I want to watch Prison Break. Damn it. I hate this love/hate relationship I have with Post-Exams !@#$%^&amp;* I seriously can't think of anything better to do. And I think if I just lie on my bed and finish all my books, I'll just start wearing goggles and probably get DVT. UGHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go learn a new language. MUAHA. Something like Conversational Chinese :D or something that will let me understand the subtitles on Prison Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weeeeeeeek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-5459784085111170121?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5459784085111170121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5459784085111170121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-want-what-you-want.html' title='I don&apos;t want what you want'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-802451955162342379</id><published>2007-06-29T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:28:25.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Hall Drug</title><content type='html'>Exams are over but it doesn't really make a difference. I've never studied so much before but I still don't have a good feeling about my results. RARH. Now I feel so displaced! Just like Ying-ying St. Clair. I've like tons of time and I don't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today shall be a Me Day. Time for myself to do everything I've wanted to do since school started. Like muck around the house. Go on a solo movie marathon. Read my books and hopefully finish my current one today. Talk to my dog. Aha I'm a busy person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-802451955162342379?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/802451955162342379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/802451955162342379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-no-sense-in-playing-games.html' title='Dance Hall Drug'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-3266494026861422896</id><published>2007-06-24T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:47:32.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lose myself in all these fights</title><content type='html'>Okay hello I can't believe exams are tomorrow! D: I'm still holidaying from Post-OLevels ZOMG HOWNOWBROWNCOW! !@#$%^&amp;* So dead So dead So dead! Just in time anyway, my dad wants to reformat the whole computer so I'll probably just stave off the entire week cause I'll be too lazy to reinstall everything. GO MONGXZ! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to the remaining Secondhand songs onebyone ahhhh MELTXZ!&lt;br /&gt;But I still love Inevitable (I copied my sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Momzo's (I copied my sister again) back from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister forced me to write those in the brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-3266494026861422896?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3266494026861422896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/3266494026861422896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-got-all-we-need-so-here-we-go.html' title='I lose myself in all these fights'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6635366368945254166</id><published>2007-06-20T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:02:08.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw it away, forget yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/RnlKMZPXsRI/AAAAAAAAACE/-wbo1qbqqxs/s1600-h/P1100006.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/RnlKMZPXsRI/AAAAAAAAACE/-wbo1qbqqxs/s160/P1100006.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' style='clear:both;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Just when I was wondering when I'd be getting my annual surprise hahaha. I woke up to This Wonderful Clique outside my gate singing The Nicest Birthday Song In The World :] And then we made alot of noise (quotes My Sister) and played Powerpuff Monopoly heeheehahahoho. Yayxz I'm HappyHappy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and The Prestige is a bloody good show! Or a thinking show rather, I was totally racking my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days till school starts. I would be reasonably excited IF there weren't exams. RAH I'm so scared and the pressure's totally piling. No thanks everyone contributing. I don't exactly enjoy the thought of failing my exams, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't push it, don't expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;I need more fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6635366368945254166?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6635366368945254166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6635366368945254166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/throw-it-away-forget-yesterday_20.html' title='Throw it away, forget yesterday'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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://bp3.blogger.com/_ksJcXPuDi4g/RnlKMZPXsRI/AAAAAAAAACE/-wbo1qbqqxs/s72-c/P1100006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-575621757049842071</id><published>2007-06-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:43:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, excuse me while I get killed softly</title><content type='html'>I wasted my entire day but I'm stil happy yayxz! Met up with Jessica&amp;Shan this afternoon for my Birthday Lunch and HanBin for my Birthday Dinner hahaha. Rocks to the maxxxxxxx. I can just go fast for the next 10days totally! Wah FATFATFAT I'm totally stuffed! Okay I need to be really productive the next 6days or I'll just die for MidYears. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis like posted something to commemorate Father's Day on her blog. It's. Hilarious. To. The. Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-575621757049842071?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/575621757049842071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/575621757049842071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-excuse-me-while-i-get-killed.html' title='Well, excuse me while I get killed softly'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-5486268566468812105</id><published>2007-06-17T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:33:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your whispers are priceless, your breath it is dear</title><content type='html'>Hello there, I think I wasted my entire weekend away! D: I spent my whole Super Saturday studying half a topic. Congrats. And I spent my Sunny (I'm sure.) Sunday finishing the other half of my half-done topic and two other chapters while freezing my pathetic arse off in Macs. RARH. Productive my foot I'm so dead for Mid-years. WHY DIDN'T ST.NICKS CULTIVATE A HABIT OF STUDYING FOR MIDYEARS IN US!!! Annoying To The Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about having a picnic at Fort Canning this Tuesday ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if it's a hero you want, &lt;br /&gt;I can save you. Just stay here. &lt;br /&gt;Your whispers are priceless. &lt;br /&gt;Your breath, it is dear.&lt;br /&gt;So please stay near.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade needs to come to Singapore, LIKE NOW. !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-5486268566468812105?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5486268566468812105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/5486268566468812105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-whispers-are-priceless-your-breath.html' title='Your whispers are priceless, your breath it is dear'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-7957028378968416711</id><published>2007-06-14T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:38:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut the doors on Seventeen</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm stuck at home on my birthday studying again ): RAH for the sake of my grades (I can't believe I'm actually saying this) I shall bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for the midnight wishes and messages over msn (: Really made my day, especially some really unexpected wishes although I was still sore about having to stay home to mug. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the family later on and I'm going s-s-shoppingggg for my wallet! Excitingxz, that's probably the only thing that's keeping my mood up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate studying at home cause my maximum productivity is only about two chapters and I. Binge. Non-stop. I need to source for new nearby alternatives and studying partners to pull through my last week. Rah. Suggestions/volunteers/SOS please! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my playlist now is the emo-est playlist of all time, seriously! Why's there like a shortage of happy songs or something! Annoying to the max. Plus, the songs are all like new. Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my god I know too well&lt;br /&gt;Being sweet just doesn't sell&lt;br /&gt;If you've got better things to do&lt;br /&gt;I try to run but my legs ache&lt;br /&gt;The photographs that I refuse to take&lt;br /&gt;Oh will it never end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZITS are the worst things ever. Everyone who agrees say, aye! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a last note, Happy Birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-7957028378968416711?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7957028378968416711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/7957028378968416711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/shut-doors-on-seventeen.html' title='Shut the doors on Seventeen'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-4986074566807677159</id><published>2007-06-12T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:30:18.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't waste the sun on a rainy day</title><content type='html'>I will not let today go to waste! :] Woke up too late to make it for piano in the morning so I had to change it. To the 14th of June. At least it's good to know someone's expecting me on my birthday. Turning seventeen doesn't feel too exciting, ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally managed to go shopping with Jessica. And I got my sandles, like YAYYYYYYYYYY :D Orchard no longer appeals to me I think. I don't know but I think we spent more time travelling from Orchard to Tanglin and Bugis haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I've to add one more thing to JiaMing's Never-Ending To-Do List. MY EOM! Zomg, this sucks likes leeches. RAHRAHRAH. Okayyyyyyyy, I have to be SUPER PRODUCTIVE after I log off. I'll be back, with two chapters down (I'm already halfway through one, I just couldn't bear to delay this post cause I hardly ever think of so many things to blog about all at once.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for Mid-years to end cause I have SEVENNNNNNNNNN new books waiting for me to read :] Excitingxz to the max! Heeheehahahoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That if the moon had to runaway&lt;br /&gt;And all the stars didn't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste the sun on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;The wind will soon blow it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the days all feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel the cold or wind or rain&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;We will meet again one day&lt;br /&gt;I will shine on, for everyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO JET SHINE ON TOURRRRRRRRRR ):&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when, tell me where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-4986074566807677159?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4986074566807677159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/4986074566807677159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-waste-sun-on-rainy-day.html' title='Don&apos;t waste the sun on a rainy day'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-2683765483948982066</id><published>2007-06-11T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:32:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This solitary moment makes me want to come back home</title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy to the max and I think I've lost my motivation to study in just 2 days. I was unproductive to the max today and it'll be the same tomorrow, DIE LAHHHHH. It's barely half the holidays left! Shitxz congrats to me, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's party was great fun, Thank You VJChoir, iRhumba (the longest surviving OG, I bet you anything :]) and Jessica&amp;Shan for coming down. :] It was probably the biggest party I've ever organised though I don't see the significance of being Seventeen haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;I daren't even imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-2683765483948982066?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2683765483948982066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/2683765483948982066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-solitary-moment-makes-me-want-to.html' title='This solitary moment makes me want to come back home'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6398867913403131173</id><published>2007-06-08T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:42:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's four am and I'm waking up to your perfume.</title><content type='html'>I like found the best place to watch all my dramas. Okay, my sister not me. But actually, who cares anyway, I don't even have enough time to sleep (and study in this case) like I will go watch shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I have this feeling I'm in deep shit for my mid-years. I HATE PROJECT WORK. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Need. More. Time. !!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6398867913403131173?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6398867913403131173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6398867913403131173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-four-am-and-im-waking-up-to-your.html' title='It&apos;s four am and I&apos;m waking up to your perfume.'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8362445731343000496</id><published>2007-06-05T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:22:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Symphony of Blasé</title><content type='html'>Zomg yay I'm so glad I'm back I was getting quite bored of Bangkok although it was only 3days or slightly less. Major feasting I totally don't dare to weigh myself now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to strive to be a Muggershitxz like I was during OLevels last year, yo. Go Me. OrangeBowl + old wonderful ten-times-bigger-than-VJ-canteen St Nicks canteen (quotes Chingxz) + Books = &lt;3. Oh right, who am I kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8362445731343000496?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8362445731343000496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8362445731343000496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/06/symphony-of-blas.html' title='The Symphony of Blasé'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-6340281423406919130</id><published>2007-05-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:41:05.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you stay awake for me?</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm really happy today :D Anyway I went for Pirates with my mom and sis in the afternoon and I fell asleep in between but the show got pretty excitingxz towards the end haha. I want to watch again hahah. And my parents got me my birthdy present! Yayyyyyyy :D I couldn't take it anymore I went to cut my own hair hahah and I'm going Bangkok this weekend! Yayness totally. I swear by the Great Singapore Sale but it's useless to have this SaleFest here when almost everything I want to buy is online in uh, UK. Rrrrrrrrrrr. I need to go shopping. Again. 12JUNE COME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to buy and too little moolah. As always haha. !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to be productive tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] 0021&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/476163"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/476163/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG JUST GO DO IT. I hardly ever make such tests, you totally have to do this hahahha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-6340281423406919130?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6340281423406919130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/6340281423406919130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/05/will-you-stay-awake-for-me.html' title='Will you stay awake for me?'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1264459558558165431</id><published>2007-05-29T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:54:26.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I was born to tell you I love you</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, know what, I just wasted the first 4 days of my June holidays. ): I declared Satuday and Sunday Break Days and stayed away from my study desk totally. Yesterday was gone after choir and Today was uh, an attempt to study gone wrong. Okay, maybe I learnt a little bit from the extra lesson I went back to school for but then I wasted the rest of my late morning and afternoon being distracted in the choir room (If you even count drawing two Born-Haber Cycles studying heeheehahahoho). Ohwell what's new, at least I know now I can't study in school. Saves me the two hour trip back and forth anyway :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HwaChongConcert on Sunday was pretty okay. At least it wasn't money wasted. And it was totally worth it cause I met up with the Greatest Clique In The World, complete clique picture like, FINALLY yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope June gets exciting. Sighxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get Secondhand Serenade and FOB out of my head! Rrrrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1264459558558165431?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1264459558558165431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1264459558558165431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/05/cause-i-was-born-to-tell-you-i-love-you.html' title='Cause I was born to tell you I love you'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-8227012469935302059</id><published>2007-05-26T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:27:36.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third change of heart</title><content type='html'>I promise to be happier from now on. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, holidays are here and the thought of sitting down and catching up on my work is totally turning me off. Whatever, Go JiaMing! I've been spending money like I won't ever need it. Keep JiaMing Alive Fund is totally deficit nyehehe. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop blabbering, you ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-8227012469935302059?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8227012469935302059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/8227012469935302059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/05/third-change-of-heart.html' title='Third change of heart'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-430211800184971327</id><published>2007-05-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:39:35.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the back of yellow checkered cars</title><content type='html'>I hate coming home so late everyday RARHHHHHHH. I've been reaching home at only 10plus for the past three days and it's Irritating To The Max. I seriously have no life, I come home and bathe and come online and sleep. I mean, seriously, that's all I do. I don't even talk to my sister anymore simply cause I'm just too tired to tell her about everyone in my life. Now I'm looking forward to the holidays. I miss my mom sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Project Work To The Max! I have no interest and knowledge of what the hell I'm doing (not that I mind that alot) and I hate doing this shitxz thing called GPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP WHINING JIAMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more interesting events, Monday was Chingxz/Guin/PresPen's Birthday! Ask me for the softcopy of PresPen's Appeal To Be Sent Back To The Arctic i.e. the UnglamTTM poster of her we pasted around the school :] And we obviously didn't conjure the name PresPen from thin air. Choir President 07/08, will you believe it! Two presidents in CCLGMM, yo. In case you still haven't gotten it, PresPen = President Penguin :] Congrats Guin, you know we're so proud of you and we will still love you. 8) (One full paragraph on you leh LOOOOOOOK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek3 gala premiere with Guinxz(again)&amp;Lix yesterday. Just go watch, it's seriously damn funny although the plot was predictable like nothing. I can't wait for POTC3 ZOMGXZ :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you so totally can't deny that CCLGMM pwnz at planning surprise birthday parties :D Chingxz face when she saw us sitting in her room was classic man HAHAHAHA. Yay I can't wait for this Sunday. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended all my lessons today, can you believe it! I've been skipping lesson like dontknowwhat I'm damn addicted to it lah. I'm so glad this is the last week of school. I should be banished from anywhere else in school except the classrooms and lecture theatres ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga, ihyttm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-430211800184971327?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/430211800184971327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/430211800184971327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-back-of-yellow-checkered-cars.html' title='In the back of yellow checkered cars'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123242277880886908.post-1315976614470185629</id><published>2007-05-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:53:50.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what to expect</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for the holidays to come. I can totally see that the holidays are going to suck cause I've like 5months of school work to catch up on in 4weeks URGHHHHHHHHH but I need my sleep! Wasted a hell lot of time and mucked around school with Lix after choir, I'm tired ttm now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be exciting :] Full day I heard on Friday and Shrek3 on Tuesday ZOMG cant waittttttttttttttttttt. SO EXCITING :] Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things don't matter. Reading my previous entries made me realise how much I've changed from just 5 months ago. It's just how different I look at things now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123242277880886908-1315976614470185629?l=vintagegramophone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1315976614470185629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123242277880886908/posts/default/1315976614470185629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagegramophone.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-what-to-expect.html' title='I know what to expect'/><author><name>Jia Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00190741047286549448</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></entry></feed>
