<?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-5169544639209098556</id><updated>2011-12-10T01:43:19.121+08:00</updated><category term='Tamaki♥'/><category term='Camwhore'/><category term='TK choir'/><category term='Jiaxun'/><category term='tectonik'/><category term='SuJu'/><category term='stoning(:'/><category term='Nic Ho'/><category term='shuffling'/><category term='zilian'/><category term='Jerome'/><category term='one thousand and one'/><category term='Mrs Chee'/><category term='skirts♥'/><category term='PFFFT'/><category term='yunho♥'/><category term='Eesheen'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='slacking(:'/><category term='Damian'/><category term='Zul'/><category term='Junjie'/><category term='Gerald'/><category term='movies♥'/><category term='height'/><category term='concert'/><category term='icecream'/><category term='myself'/><category term='yunho'/><category term='Adam'/><category term='Shaza'/><category term='H1Z1?'/><category term='update'/><category term='Jonathan'/><category term='Champagne-coloured roses'/><category term='小猪'/><category term='snorlax'/><category term='Ouran High Host Club♥'/><category term='Darius'/><category term='Colourful'/><category term='Hannah Montana'/><category term='pouts'/><category term='Alita'/><category term='3OH 3'/><category term='Cheongmin'/><category term='Weeheng'/><category term='rants'/><category term='小鬼'/><category term='Yuhang'/><category term='school'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='camp'/><category term='Cheewai'/><category term='edited'/><category term='Jackie'/><category term='katong'/><category term='Hanafia'/><category term='Orchard Road'/><category term='zilian♥'/><category term='Arynah'/><category term='shopping♥'/><category term='school ]:'/><category term='Deniese'/><category term='remix'/><category term='Ahber'/><category term='i believe in god'/><category term='Jerlyn'/><category term='Hajar'/><category term='love'/><category term='random♥'/><category term='♥♥♥♥'/><category term='chinese oral'/><category term='Widia'/><category term='kaikai♥'/><title type='text'>∞▲┼✿✡✞♪♥†⧓☀☂☁</title><subtitle type='html'>Felicia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>749</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5960487825370504881</id><published>2011-09-30T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:37:06.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have a demon in you, mask it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hygvGwV5ec/ToVSjJKgrpI/AAAAAAAADl8/gMAbiWGxQ-w/s400/tumblr_lr56fmQnBC1qfk5k8o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658019270569799314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk9Wjfep2cc/ToVSi3VhP9I/AAAAAAAADl0/CiWXMr_eoRE/s400/tumblr_ls83yenhjb1qfk5k8o1_1280.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658019265784135634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mDx0XwBrXA/ToVSig0pM-I/AAAAAAAADls/wEEpv6ET8OU/s400/tumblr_lr6sp8nZ2i1qfk5k8o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658019259740664802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i removed my Sarawak post because 1) i got bored of sifting through albums, 2) drinking pics have been removed (they were funny, why?? ;~~~;) which would make it incomplete and 3) i don't want to continue lol. Plus i suppose it would be polite/proper to keep some of the photos to ourselves. Maybe i should do some reflections? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was probably my most enjoyable overseas trip. Every time i'm overseas i'm with my parents/too young and i can't enjoy myself fully. If you don't already know i'm a partially craycray person and being a good kid is really stifling. Apart from the architectural parts of the trip i basically learned about everything else is having shitloads of fun. I think every part of this trip is a highlight, even puking like the Merlion, yes. Oh and spending money like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up falling sick though /cries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5960487825370504881?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5960487825370504881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-have-demon-in-you-mask-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5960487825370504881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5960487825370504881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-have-demon-in-you-mask-it.html' title='If you have a demon in you, mask it.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hygvGwV5ec/ToVSjJKgrpI/AAAAAAAADl8/gMAbiWGxQ-w/s72-c/tumblr_lr56fmQnBC1qfk5k8o1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3020525577223779601</id><published>2011-09-28T19:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:50:24.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back in Singapore! Back for about 2h and it still feels so darn foreign. Already missing the almost daily early evening walks around the neighbourhood. It was only 6days but so memorable. Will probably take a few posts to finish talking about the trip. Abdullah has 1600++ photos and Jieloon probably has more. If i'm not wrong there are about 5-6 more camera's worth of pictures too... Not to mention videos of our very own drunkards. So many things happened. Would love to go on and on but i'm gonna stop here. Some quick snaps from my phone; let's treat them as teasers and wait for the real thing to be up! Muah x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvlxRFkTLIU/ToMVswpTGWI/AAAAAAAADg8/wALNHym2aqE/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657389415624022370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Pqbiclk4x8/ToMVsso2CsI/AAAAAAAADg0/gt_LJ8p_Jgo/s400/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657389414548376258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h70e3aTtsNg/ToMT2MNW2RI/AAAAAAAADgs/wdPKIrVACB0/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657387378618587410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHUBq2w9zD0/ToMT1_YO82I/AAAAAAAADgk/ALbo8AdmwMU/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657387375174546274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wodWSHtenC8/ToMT1vFCtjI/AAAAAAAADgc/z_vS3W4K6C8/s400/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657387370799085106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq3H76mJ5B0/ToMT1V0sK3I/AAAAAAAADgU/cwEWN0_S-zw/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657387364019612530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqo4zl1rBxY/ToMWcpqWROI/AAAAAAAADhE/I3tnpgIaq04/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657390238383097058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVr4vQoRWrM/ToMR8geJU2I/AAAAAAAADgE/BIn8AaGZyE8/s400/IMG_0409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657385288113673058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyK0v6IUlj8/ToMR8asoMnI/AAAAAAAADf8/k5-Na_KznGA/s400/IMG_0410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657385286563803762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gN01tuCk09w/ToMR71fppiI/AAAAAAAADf0/FOH4qWCf498/s400/IMG_0411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657385276577261090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0ztJgAu3Sk/ToMR7g0LhbI/AAAAAAAADfs/6aGztQZS_8A/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657385271026222514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXmw2CenomA/ToMR7foA0sI/AAAAAAAADfk/H7oLNJmyrW0/s400/IMG_0420.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657385270706754242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5AShPfUjA0/ToMPzoC1h5I/AAAAAAAADfc/uhU2mtmm0Pw/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657382936504534930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LUIOvkLvME/ToMPzZ0_BuI/AAAAAAAADfU/kjahM09ljg4/s400/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657382932688340706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFooiMFVSJM/ToMPzBg3TCI/AAAAAAAADfM/EfZeqqf2RJ8/s400/IMG_0426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657382926161497122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fVu-c7bObo/ToMPy4LM6BI/AAAAAAAADfE/PlupyyNBn4g/s400/IMG_0427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657382923654719506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xa1EkHjSy0c/ToMPydBlFwI/AAAAAAAADe8/6d9J4QrgyXA/s400/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657382916366604034" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3020525577223779601?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3020525577223779601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3020525577223779601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3020525577223779601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-quickie.html' title='Just a quickie'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvlxRFkTLIU/ToMVswpTGWI/AAAAAAAADg8/wALNHym2aqE/s72-c/IMG_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3766222679443298002</id><published>2011-09-27T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:47:57.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>I accidentally posted this on my other blog -.- Been spending my time on Twitter so i thought i would move to Blogger... But i don't know what to post -_- And when i did i posted on the wrong blog -_- Meh. No more building houses! Happy but sad because we didn't finish the house with them... Afterall we are supposed to help them. I think we were more of a hindrance sometimes lol. Dinner later! Heard it's chicken. Onew would be pleased. Laura is now lying on the bed and playing some noisy game. May head out later before dindinz for a stroll. Our room's a mess (duh) and we ought to use this time to pack but... Lazy people are lazy. Ntm i just bathed so i don't want to. Lol. Okay i want to go back to Twitter so it's the end of this patronising post! Bye-yeom &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3766222679443298002?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3766222679443298002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/meow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3766222679443298002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3766222679443298002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5977041768853072851</id><published>2011-09-22T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T04:33:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're slow dancing in a burning room</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VPahDqIRbU/Tnro0QtiDuI/AAAAAAAADe0/Qc92oB-A-Xw/s400/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655088266653863650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi-yeom! I'm all set to leave for Sarawak!!! That is, after i pack my luggage hehe. I went out just now so i'm kinda really tired and not looking forward to doing anything but read manga... And listen to Conner Youngblood/Utada Hikaru. And debate about watermelon bubblegum with my brother. And squeal over the spring/summer collections. Yes, i'll do that as soon as i finish packing my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna redo this post later -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi-yeom again! See i am redo-ing the post... It's 4.22am now and Hyunnie just tweeted :3 Gonna be a quick one, mainly because i went shopping on Wednesday! Yezzzz shopping again i know -.- I didn't pay tho, mummy paid :D Bought a beanie and a bag and tons of food! I'm addicted to beanies!!! Wanna get another one... Hmm. Gonna consider coz it's cheaper than the top i want (read further for more info! LOL). Anyway i got bestie to order the DD wristband for me keke. Wanted a top (yes this was the one i was talking about) too but i shall save money first! The top is so beautiful but... :(( Ohwel i want v-neck t-shirts now :D Anyway i'm going to the airport mad early tomorrow :&lt; Sighhhhh. Aaron and i decided to go it buffalo wings together and i'm in charge of bringing the chocolate n_n See y'all next week! Kisses xoxo &amp;#9825;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5977041768853072851?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5977041768853072851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-slow-dancing-in-burning-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5977041768853072851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5977041768853072851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-slow-dancing-in-burning-room.html' title='We&apos;re slow dancing in a burning room'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VPahDqIRbU/Tnro0QtiDuI/AAAAAAAADe0/Qc92oB-A-Xw/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-102059520038533548</id><published>2011-09-21T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:32:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You dummy, i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eC_8fQlJbqI/TnkERzDIyAI/AAAAAAAADes/Nuz1S886aXo/s400/tumblr_lrofn8FfgJ1qhmqodo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654555510948022274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind to not sleep today because i need to switch my sleeping habits back to normal in time for the Sarawak trip and i completely forgot about it until 10 seconds ago. So i'll give myself a one hour break reading manga before embarking on a day i should be having (instead of the sleep-til-dinnertime ones i've been living). I will get ready my luggage in accordance to the itinerary, do a few drawing portfolio exercises, make lists, buy food, make a money planner so i can afford what i want and i &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; make sure i spend today in a productive way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-102059520038533548?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/102059520038533548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-dummy-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/102059520038533548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/102059520038533548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-dummy-i-love-you.html' title='You dummy, i love you.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eC_8fQlJbqI/TnkERzDIyAI/AAAAAAAADes/Nuz1S886aXo/s72-c/tumblr_lrofn8FfgJ1qhmqodo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8362619825559338584</id><published>2011-09-21T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:31:27.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shoot for the stars; collect them in jars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="24" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uAq1bF9l7Zk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to pack my luggage to no avail. Lol. I did try to write down a packing list in case i get last minute scatterbrainedness. Maybe i'll pack it later. I woke up thanks to the smell of food. It smelled so good but it tasted meh. I got disappointed quite a lot this week and it's only Wednesday. I did think of typing out my disappointments but it'd probably turn into long drawn out paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Hyunnie and Gyu are such dolls. I've been calling so many people dolls today/yesterday. It's all Kaori Yuki's fault. I blame her for my fixation with dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nu6Uydx-PU/TnjDgvMy_HI/AAAAAAAADec/YsxPZ0lCmZk/s400/tumblr_lrmgr8TqIa1qc773ao1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654484299357027442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztb3R6yDc-Y/TnjFxFSKkmI/AAAAAAAADek/PJHb6F_Leog/s400/402540419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654486779186287202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd that is all. Goodbye x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8362619825559338584?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8362619825559338584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-shoot-for-stars-collect-them-in-jars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8362619825559338584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8362619825559338584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-shoot-for-stars-collect-them-in-jars.html' title='I shoot for the stars; collect them in jars.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uAq1bF9l7Zk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-1763092209826030696</id><published>2011-09-20T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;At the grocery store. Orange juice was available as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With Pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loaded With Pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;They did not have the other levels which are, in order of increasing pulpitude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loaded With Even More Pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extra Loaded With Lots Of Pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holy Shit, That’s A Lot Of Pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously. There’s A Lot Of Pulp In This Motherfucker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop Fucking With Me. Who Would Want This Much Pulp?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m Not Fucking With You. There’s So Much God Damned Pulp In This Sumbitch That You Should Forget A Straw Because You’ll Need A Fucking Ladle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screw The Ladle. Get A Carving Knife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Longer Juice. Slightly Damp Pulp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Orange&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought something funny would cheer me up. Guess i thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone cheer me up or make me fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-1763092209826030696?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1763092209826030696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1763092209826030696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1763092209826030696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/orange.html' title='An orange'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3282485568062109664</id><published>2011-09-19T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Chicken Stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRLaX2RE5bc/TnZMZTcPy7I/AAAAAAAADd4/mWom5-Dz6hY/s400/164352_1683121992103_1059182237_31801675_1483429_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653790379809426354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this... ALOT. It was my first Neoprint in like... 3years. It was on a whim and i'm so glad we took it. That girl on the left, she's forever unable to join us, but we'll have an outing soon after i come back from Msia, &lt;i&gt;promise&lt;/i&gt;. That girl on the right, she's busy overworking herself. &lt;i&gt;Take care bb, i can't have you collapsing from exhaustion before we have potato chunks&lt;/i&gt; &amp;#9825; As for that boy there, i haven't seen him for over a month. Not at all. Zero, zilch, nada. No communication with him at the moment. If i didn't love him so much and want him to do well for promos, i would strangle him for making me miss him. &lt;i&gt;Don't stress yourself love, i'll be here wishing you all the best.&lt;/i&gt; And Joelle, i always talk to her on Twitter and Arynah is my object of... Adoration? Idk, i always flirt with her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that sappy stuff, let's talk about my weekend. On Saturday i went to Ann Siang Hill to get film for best. Then i thought it would be retarded since i'd be going back again to get more for myself eventually. So i popped by Oakham Market and bought a skirt. It's a heather gray jersey maxi skirt which has something to tie and tighten the waist. This is very descriptive so that nobody should get the same piece as me. It was so bloody crowded. Only after i went home did i find out it was Upsize Day /facepalm. At least i didn't have to queue to get in. And i found out that having meals alone is very nice actually. Especially at Tanjong Pagar MRT's Soup Spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i slept in til 4pm before i was rudely awoken. Seafood for dinner. Chose the seats nearer to the sea. I like the evening breeze, looking at the sea, listening to the ships' horns and having dinner while the sky gradually gets darker and the lights turn on. Went to Parkway where we got a bunch of stuff and ice-cream before going home. I fell asleep in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's coming later so i gotta wake up early and pack the room. Not to mention my luggage. I don't think i'm gonna sleep. I doubt i'd be able to wake up. I actually considered getting my lip pierced later in the afternoon. But i'm worried it won't heal fast enough and get infected overseas... Sigh. Shouldn't have forgotten it that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3282485568062109664?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3282485568062109664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/tokyo-chicken-stew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3282485568062109664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3282485568062109664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/tokyo-chicken-stew.html' title='Tokyo Chicken Stew'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRLaX2RE5bc/TnZMZTcPy7I/AAAAAAAADd4/mWom5-Dz6hY/s72-c/164352_1683121992103_1059182237_31801675_1483429_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5012230691654406771</id><published>2011-09-16T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One shot, two shot, three shot, four</title><content type='html'>Here's an early morning post for y'all! Featuring tons of pictures from yesterday. Briefing at school &gt; Lunch at Astons Suntec &gt; Toys "R" Us &gt; Arcade. Smacked buttons til my palms ached and yelled so much while racing cars (i've a new favourite n_n) that my throat hurt. I'm feeling energetic now as i woke up at 2am. Lol. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii5vlqQwENA/TnJooYuSJOI/AAAAAAAADdw/CWJI2NzdI-c/s400/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652695525344027874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4U7BjJ0e4YQ/TnJooPxxEiI/AAAAAAAADdo/ZBhOc9hDd98/s400/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652695522942718498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5mu4EhY5Q/TnJn2oE0caI/AAAAAAAADdg/V8CW599S6Do/s400/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652694670471623074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzq8ygwBQds/TnJn2dvDZgI/AAAAAAAADdY/i7zJUEXrUvs/s400/IMG_0198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652694667695973890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EV2XG-QMD4I/TnJn2MzI1fI/AAAAAAAADdQ/Jhj8ggFqqWg/s400/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652694663149704690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEKUAx9biCg/TnJn1oO_H0I/AAAAAAAADdI/lC5fmE6n584/s400/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652694653334396738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iC5KDScebZM/TnJn1H3x9xI/AAAAAAAADdA/A_PgGXoCDUc/s400/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652694644647130898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hv38lcqf8Gs/TnJcNdlSP-I/AAAAAAAADcw/HwHpZnM31WE/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652681868652462050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gevaaHEudeM/TnJcNUBqDeI/AAAAAAAADco/H9zr5WiYSAk/s400/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652681866087108066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkLyItYV1-M/TnJcNHwH9JI/AAAAAAAADcg/O1Dk0eypNVY/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652681862792344722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc3o5xPyg9Y/TnJcMqngekI/AAAAAAAADcY/NAddIPJ_vBk/s400/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652681854971574850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71srVecmI8M/TnJRm03voFI/AAAAAAAADcQ/HdpcUZAlb9o/s400/IMG_0209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652670209772724306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ro5RoEtlf4/TnJRmrJUcFI/AAAAAAAADcI/QtKq_MqR0nA/s400/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652670207162085458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJOTrpz9TuQ/TnJRmdl04mI/AAAAAAAADcA/cyKavKcYA9k/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652670203523555938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-o9N4BTGSk/TnJRPJUbaOI/AAAAAAAADb4/rd_z6YDOIhM/s400/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652669802944882914" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5012230691654406771?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5012230691654406771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-shot-two-shot-three-shot-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5012230691654406771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5012230691654406771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-shot-two-shot-three-shot-four.html' title='One shot, two shot, three shot, four'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii5vlqQwENA/TnJooYuSJOI/AAAAAAAADdw/CWJI2NzdI-c/s72-c/IMG_0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8356022518139962099</id><published>2011-09-15T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another depressing clone created by depressing society</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yozw-zbVDD8/TnEE4CTj_0I/AAAAAAAADbw/ka6cFRxwWF8/s400/tumblr_lplzy1QIs81qgt0zio1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652304368064790338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO477BJ5LJM/TnEErOHEooI/AAAAAAAADbo/rjSG3mO43wU/s400/6120097734_5e1e22aea3_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652304147895329410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1rYDRUVp84/TnEElB5Iy_I/AAAAAAAADbg/mWobdPh5-ik/s400/Konachan.com%2B-%2B90487%2Bhina_ichigo%2Bkanaria%2Bkirakishou%2Brozen_maiden%2Bshinku%2Bsouseiseki%2Bsuigintou%2Bsuiseiseki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652304041536441330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXjZT2efIzk/TnEEXT41W6I/AAAAAAAADbY/XWuHCD3C5tM/s400/tumblr_lr0h38Fw8r1qc81wao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652303805848837026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5MEz8IPh38/TnEC7yrw8WI/AAAAAAAADbQ/cd_SAFDVbls/s400/tumblr_lrfn37fNvX1r04ip7o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652302233567555938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a true blue owl/vampire. I'd rather be a wolf than an owl but hardly anyone would associate wolves with nocturnalism (i'm not sure if it's a real word but it sounds fab) and i've not yet decided if i want to suck blood so let's leave it as 50/50. Clubbed To Death is still my anthem-of-the-moment together with Marilyn Manson's Resident Evil Main Title Theme which is just as rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obsession with the young Leonardo DiCaprio right now. There's something badass in the way he stares out of a shot that makes me wish he still looked that way. Also, kitschy sunglasses. I say kitschy, but the images i have in my head are far from it. More like artistic and expensive looking, far from the original inferior, tasteless or derogatory people have associated it with. And i've yet to mention velvet, that lovely material that's keeping me up with its wonderful possibilities. I might just make a velvet skirt this holiday... We'll see about it. I'd love to make a choker out of excess material too. Later when the sun comes up, i might just pull down the blinds and purge my wardrobe of too-bright clothes. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That paragraph made me think that if i wasn't so dead set on being an architect i could possibly be a fashion student in Lasalle. I wouldn't go for TP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being inspired in the middle of the night that makes me wish i have a soundproof room. What i would give to play some loud music and do my stuff without waking the whole neighbourhood up. All i can do now is settle for reading gothic manga such as the ever-fantastic Earl Cain. There's something about gothic manga that attracts me to them. Might it be the detailed drawing? The long flowing hair? The murders and bloody scenes? The darkness? The Victorian-esque dresses? Maybe i'm a sadist, i rather like excessive numbers of deaths in books i read. Either one, i'm hooked to the Cain Saga. Everyone is beautiful but has the ugliest secrets. For once i actually wouldn't mind yaoi; Riff and Cain seem more like strange lovers than master and servant. Not that there was any questionable scenes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone actually read the whole thing? Kudos to you if you did. Here's a couple more words before i take my leave. I want to rage war on my hair and paint it blue and cut my fringe because too-long fringes are my kind of vogue. Ruddy hell i gotta exercise more self-control about the fringe thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8356022518139962099?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8356022518139962099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-another-depressing-clone-created.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8356022518139962099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8356022518139962099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-another-depressing-clone-created.html' title='Just another depressing clone created by depressing society'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yozw-zbVDD8/TnEE4CTj_0I/AAAAAAAADbw/ka6cFRxwWF8/s72-c/tumblr_lplzy1QIs81qgt0zio1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3937185700638326176</id><published>2011-09-13T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She has a ring in her nose and weirdly pale eyes and she wants my number.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTYU3Gwp-vQ/Tm6p0YM46zI/AAAAAAAADbI/PL_pyY2pW7Q/s400/IMG_0173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641299711355698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XeLkM-eGPs/Tm6p0A4VkZI/AAAAAAAADbA/kBMYI_5dHdY/s400/IMG_0178.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641293451137426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sivXCgnOQBQ/Tm6pz2BIuXI/AAAAAAAADa4/JgC3t2xX5MA/s400/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641290535254386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu7wcb20Ccg/Tm6pzjZ-KTI/AAAAAAAADaw/h5TL2dOdY1o/s400/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641285539146034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYpEk7yLMao/Tm6pzSMgykI/AAAAAAAADao/q8kBaA9TsdQ/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641280919292482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;1. H&amp;M Kids jacket&lt;br /&gt;2. Text&lt;br /&gt;3. Part of breakfast&lt;br /&gt;4 &amp; 5. Latest loots + old film camera&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment when you're incapable of doing anything but pop pills, take photos and lay in bed with Clubbed To Death on repeat and your computer on your stomach with the blinds down and aircon switched on because you are allergic to the sun like that, wondering why you still cannot fall asleep and if sparkly disco mushrooms are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3937185700638326176?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3937185700638326176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-has-ring-in-her-nose-and-weirdly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3937185700638326176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3937185700638326176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-has-ring-in-her-nose-and-weirdly.html' title='She has a ring in her nose and weirdly pale eyes and she wants my number.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTYU3Gwp-vQ/Tm6p0YM46zI/AAAAAAAADbI/PL_pyY2pW7Q/s72-c/IMG_0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5780349609585467124</id><published>2011-09-13T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distinctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUUQm7hD7XE/Tm5UPCKDa5I/AAAAAAAADag/2MJz9k5jfNY/s400/tumblr_lr6yenkd0G1qgx8pbo1_400.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651547199650360210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a badass headache a couple of hours ago so i retired from the internet, pulled my covers over my head and listened to Daft Punk in hopes of falling asleep. A couple of hours later, my headache ebbed, i could listen to Skrillex without busting my brain and i'm back. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out yesterday with Jess for some fabric shopping. In the end she bought hair dye as well, and i blew about a hundred bucks on my Versace Bright Crystal (finally) and impromptu buys from Forever 21. Maybe i'll upload a picture of them tomorrow. Impromptu buys though they might be, i feel like i'll get a lot of mileage from them. Browsed around H&amp;M where Lizzie joined us for about 10minutes. Only saw some cute butterfly sunnies and shorts but the queue was so long not to mention i couldn't even find the shorts apart from the pair on the mannequin -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an urge to start pounding on the piano again but it is unadvisable at 3am. I printed out the piano sheets for Requiem For A Dream the day before and have started practising. Unfortunately it isn't going very well. I'll have to tweak it a little to since i highly doubt anyone in the world can stretch across 2 octaves. Unless of course, you have 20cm long fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5780349609585467124?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5780349609585467124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/distinctions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5780349609585467124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5780349609585467124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/distinctions.html' title='Distinctions'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUUQm7hD7XE/Tm5UPCKDa5I/AAAAAAAADag/2MJz9k5jfNY/s72-c/tumblr_lr6yenkd0G1qgx8pbo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3687566783027090696</id><published>2011-09-12T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember back in the day</title><content type='html'>Exchanging compliments/having a conversation with Joyce on Twitter rn! Miss her very much, i remember i used to go over to her house in the mornings to eat/swim/nua in primary school lol. Maybe i should ask her for a meet up soon... Or maybe not HAHA i shy away from awkward encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Jess later kekeke. Anyway, i just read my bbg Sarah's &lt;a href="http://catchyouifican.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and saw how much more effort she put in to the post of our latest adventure... Lol i feel like a bad blogger. I facepalmed and giggled alot lol. Guess my screws are still a little loose eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3687566783027090696?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3687566783027090696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-back-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3687566783027090696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3687566783027090696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-back-in-day.html' title='Remember back in the day'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4228185102910729746</id><published>2011-09-11T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le perfectionnisme</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 375px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VftEBUblQ4/Tmu70O7rG-I/AAAAAAAADaY/1jo5G-PeXh8/s400/dp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650816663502396386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i do when i have nothing to do but i cannot sleep. This shall be my new Twitter dp ㅋㅋㅋ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday comes close to being the best day of my life. With the appearance of &lt;i&gt;le perfect face&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;le perfect hair&lt;/i&gt; and 27 of my favourite mooncakes, i daresay yesterday can have the honour of being called &lt;i&gt;le perfect day&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4228185102910729746?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4228185102910729746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-perfectionnisme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4228185102910729746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4228185102910729746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-perfectionnisme.html' title='Le perfectionnisme'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VftEBUblQ4/Tmu70O7rG-I/AAAAAAAADaY/1jo5G-PeXh8/s72-c/dp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2872159726424179142</id><published>2011-09-10T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have done naught but learn of the follies of Man.</title><content type='html'>You feel like you don't deserve to be human. What do you do when someone refuses to change his mind? When he's dead set on dying and you can't say a word because you realise his only will is left to die? You see other people trying to change his mind and they can't change his mind and you know you can and you should try, because deep down you know what words to say. So you reach out with understanding eyes when you don't understand. And he looks painfully at you and tell you it's fruitless because it's not understanding but pity you feel. In the end you pull back, because those right words don't come out anymore and you know you're letting a life slip away and your eyes are wide open but your arms are tightly by your side. When your self-confidence takes another blow and your heart plummets to your feet and suddenly you actually understand and feel the same way he does and you start to go away too. Then how many outstretched arms will there be? And how many will truly realise that pity is not understanding and their shallow words can barely ward away the demons? When will you realise that all the while it is you hiding behind his sorrow and the death the Queen of Hearts is waiting for is yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;In the forest&lt;br /&gt;Dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;I offer you&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2872159726424179142?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2872159726424179142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-done-naught-but-learn-of-follies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2872159726424179142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2872159726424179142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-done-naught-but-learn-of-follies.html' title='I have done naught but learn of the follies of Man.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4645975945251706030</id><published>2011-09-09T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry, i'll bring this home to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1wr-T5gQm8/TmkAXV5L4YI/AAAAAAAADaQ/ISzyeLRt5y4/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650047608526987650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHrVsg4r15g/TmkAW1wQ33I/AAAAAAAADaI/WNmqM7u4TNs/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650047599899631474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a fail trip to OM with the girls the day before but that's fine. Ended up looting at the SA Family Thrift Store, falling asleep in Borders and finding heaven in M&amp;S. Fucking love M&amp;S. Every corner i'll spot something that'll make me squeal and fawn over. And yesterday i went to my aunt's shop and got myself Turkish Delight kekeke. Feeling lethargic but not sleepy. So even though i gotta be at school by 9 later i'm not sleeping... Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4645975945251706030?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4645975945251706030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/don-cry-i-bring-this-home-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4645975945251706030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4645975945251706030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/don-cry-i-bring-this-home-to-you.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t cry, i&amp;#39;ll bring this home to you'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1wr-T5gQm8/TmkAXV5L4YI/AAAAAAAADaQ/ISzyeLRt5y4/s72-c/IMG_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4680665920790511529</id><published>2011-09-07T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:46.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swashbuckling</title><content type='html'>Some pictures from the trip to Malaysia the day before. Wanted to upload all that i took but Blogger's being a bitch and it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av6be-py7BM/TmZxWYkHRwI/AAAAAAAADaA/NmGFB8iZrdQ/s400/IMG_0087.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649327411947849474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WIXisOLMf8/TmZxVb1uGzI/AAAAAAAADZ4/7oD9QL8uFeQ/s400/IMG_0099.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649327395647134514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHMyEqBQSuo/TmZxVJNR-0I/AAAAAAAADZw/ikStJFNH5EU/s400/IMG_0132.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649327390645680962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. Yummiest porrridge EVER. I actually wanted moarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;2. I found the colour pretty. Btw i nearly died in there. Birds + me ≠ possible.&lt;br /&gt;3. Picture of the sun which was supposed to turn out another way but still ended up pretty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new dress ^_^ Was looking for a long skirt but i couldn't find a nice one so i bought that instead. Really pretty though :D Oh and i got my dress from my cousin on Sunday! Now i have new dresses to wear (although everyone's so busy now sigh sigh sigh when will we go out D:) and also some stuff i haven't worn yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Malaysia, i had a really lovely time even though i was sleepy as hell. Saw cows grazing and took a hell lot of pictures from the opposite side of the road. What can i say, the grass is always greener on the other side, and this time, literally! Ate a lot, duh! Breakfast was super yummy dimsum and lunch was the sex although dinner was just meh. Though to give them credit i think the soup was good and the fish was daebak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to see fireflies and i'm super in love with the way we suddenly just slipped into the foggy darkness! Plus the fireflies make the trees look like Christmas trees... On the other hand, i fell asleep on the boat! So i didn't experience the cold everyone was feeling lol. After we got off the boat we witness a kitten falling into the water! Poor thing was saved though. All in all, it was really hot in Malaysia (died in the fruit farm), but i would love to get a house there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that completes my trip! Pretty interesting, but kinda tame and deja vu-ish. Found out that there are 5 cameras at home, including a 12 y/o Olympus iS-50 and an 11 y/o Olympus i Zoom 2000. Gonna tote them around as soon as they're fixed for a true blue film camera feel~! Also found out that we actually have a Canon Rebel T3i (600D)! Yes, the one with the swivel screen! Want to bring it out but of course it belongs to my mother so i don't think she'll let clumsy 'lil me bring it out :( The other 2 are regular digital cameras, one kinda old and the other also at least 3-4 y/o already. Really makes me want to start collecting cameras! Oh and i'm also thinking of restarting the tradition of a Barbie doll for my birthday... It's been YEARS since i got a new one; i need more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4680665920790511529?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4680665920790511529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/swashbuckling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4680665920790511529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4680665920790511529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/swashbuckling.html' title='Swashbuckling'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Av6be-py7BM/TmZxWYkHRwI/AAAAAAAADaA/NmGFB8iZrdQ/s72-c/IMG_0087.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3950082732437988145</id><published>2011-09-05T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden in the basement</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i can't sleep even though i'll be at Msia all day tomorrow and i need to wake up fucking early. This is ridiculous considering that i slept at 7am yesterday and i spent my entire afternoon standing. And i witnessed a drunken brawl while waiting for dinner but that's another story. But since i can't sleep whoever still reads my blog is rewarded with too-many-to-count images of me and my friends. This was from the hilarious Saturday last week where we found an indoor flower garden and started prancing around and taking shots of ourselves imitating Facebook profile pictures. I was being pretty stupid (in the fangirl way) over Henry because i love him like that. He's so squishy i'd actually kidnap him and use him as a soft toy to hug. Anyway, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZHN-_5fqpU/TmO-gy3XbUI/AAAAAAAADZo/4e0KFKszrqk/s400/316056_269427226409635_100000270791328_1118572_6441629_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648567828271820098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aL-Bx4Ixik/TmO901fAhyI/AAAAAAAADZg/i9-4sdYurXM/s400/306132_269427323076292_100000270791328_1118575_6530148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648567073060718370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mTEE1LyaIw/TmO90gVbR2I/AAAAAAAADZY/qRoNrppLBzs/s400/291925_269427419742949_100000270791328_1118580_4324673_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648567067383383906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TM8saQrVNmc/TmO6K_GryuI/AAAAAAAADXw/Xq30A1t3I8c/s400/317680_269430283075996_100000270791328_1118686_41992_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648563055553661666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3950082732437988145?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3950082732437988145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/garden-in-basement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3950082732437988145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3950082732437988145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/garden-in-basement.html' title='Garden in the basement'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZHN-_5fqpU/TmO-gy3XbUI/AAAAAAAADZo/4e0KFKszrqk/s72-c/316056_269427226409635_100000270791328_1118572_6441629_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8404698886177180964</id><published>2011-09-04T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear you,</title><content type='html'>Shut the fuck up because you don't know anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venomously yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8404698886177180964?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8404698886177180964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8404698886177180964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8404698886177180964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-you.html' title='Dear you,'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5651935503285225754</id><published>2011-09-03T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in lesbians with Charlotte. She called Francisco Lachowski a fucking pussy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/tumblr_lqy3lfeiHe1qb9id4o1_400.gif" height="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi wassup. My life is so chill these days. Like literally because i'm sitting in front of the fan/aircon all the time. Like right now hehe. And i'm listening to the chillest playlist ever. It's made up of English and Spanish and Czech songs and god knows what else. And browsing through sequence photography. Watching Vans BMX videos and whatnot. Admiring Emma Stone's lovely hair colour. Ate slices of Cantonese mooncakes (I think. I wasn't really paying attention.) but found out i lost 1kg. Reminiscing about my old BMX bike which i called Minerva. Can't say it wasn't influenced by Harry Potter. I've read it since i boarded the plan for Guangzhou at the tender age of 7. I kid you not. Oh and finding out that no one i know went to H&amp;M today. Bunch of nonconformists we are, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i didn't even go to town today with my friends :( I don't mind the not-going-to-town part but i wanna meet my friends lol! Going to my aunt's place again tomorrow. I feel so lazy :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5651935503285225754?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5651935503285225754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-in-lesbians-with-charlotte-she-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5651935503285225754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5651935503285225754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-in-lesbians-with-charlotte-she-called.html' title='I&amp;#39;m in lesbians with Charlotte. She called Francisco Lachowski a fucking pussy.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-7816267973526349449</id><published>2011-09-03T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_40_qH7gRGQ/TmEyiof-geI/AAAAAAAADXo/RhjPGANho6k/s400/tumblr_lkao8wqr1B1qip8ovo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647850978267791842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of the dress is so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-7816267973526349449?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7816267973526349449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7816267973526349449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7816267973526349449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_40_qH7gRGQ/TmEyiof-geI/AAAAAAAADXo/RhjPGANho6k/s72-c/tumblr_lkao8wqr1B1qip8ovo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8245762835479881045</id><published>2011-09-02T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire up shades of blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG6JUDmJlXI/Tl_uBzSNwKI/AAAAAAAADXg/jvT2Iap_O74/s400/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647494172459778210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJqoj6d-Fb0/Tl_uBjBh_UI/AAAAAAAADXY/a-2AxX0NS3c/s400/IMG_0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647494168094833986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-296j2T3Mg1g/Tl_uBasC4EI/AAAAAAAADXQ/dk8YRXozWuY/s400/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647494165857230914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRwZ4w3aRXU/Tl_uBDj6DsI/AAAAAAAADXI/dtaU4VMG0Wk/s400/IMG_0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647494159649083074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots taken on my phone when i browsing through magazines with Joelle. I ended up skipping TK altogether because i woke up too late. We didn't know what to do after sampling British fish &amp; chips and after a detour to Katong we ended up on the floor at Borders. The pictures manage to summarise what my holiday will be. DIY madness and architecture research/work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs hurt like hell even though we didn't walk much. My muscles are aching, probably from the 'intense' workout i had yesterday. It amazes me how 20mins of mild exercise can put me in such pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my Zara corduroys today. They're so comfortable i think i shall wear them more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8245762835479881045?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8245762835479881045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/fire-up-shades-of-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8245762835479881045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8245762835479881045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/fire-up-shades-of-blue.html' title='Fire up shades of blue'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG6JUDmJlXI/Tl_uBzSNwKI/AAAAAAAADXg/jvT2Iap_O74/s72-c/IMG_0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2533926782488084598</id><published>2011-09-01T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inarticulate</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;#nowplaying Porcelain and The Tramps - The Prayingmantis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbohWK2MsE0/Tl55W2qmDkI/AAAAAAAADXA/dN7g0hkgZcM/s400/6080845331_54a5412994_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647084416307433026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yesterday i went to the gym. I spent 20min exercising and 40min dying on the curb outside. Should have stuck to 10min :( My cousin thinks i should go see the doctor again when i told him about the chest pains and breathing difficulties that i've had lately but i don't really want to... I felt so bad for making him babysit me lol. Although i took it back when he said that i'm as troublesome now as when i was 2 &gt;:( Going to TK later! Idk what to wear :( So difficult to step skater girl when i don't have a badass shirt! Obsessed with "In Bloom" Dazed &amp; Confused but when you live in Singapore and aren't 2m tall it's kinda impossible to pull off a rainbow coloured fur coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hung you on a limb, made you bend over backwards on a sin; quit crying on my shoulder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2533926782488084598?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2533926782488084598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/inarticulate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2533926782488084598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2533926782488084598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/09/inarticulate.html' title='Inarticulate'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbohWK2MsE0/Tl55W2qmDkI/AAAAAAAADXA/dN7g0hkgZcM/s72-c/6080845331_54a5412994_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-1360296077677201363</id><published>2011-08-31T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tonight the stars hang vividly to her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her soul a quiet whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her heart can take in no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the moon is quiet and holding no restraint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees are still in the breezeless night air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love dangles off her sleeve unready for such a taint.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-1360296077677201363?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1360296077677201363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/tonight-stars-hang-vividly-to-her-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1360296077677201363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1360296077677201363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/tonight-stars-hang-vividly-to-her-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-253501947565536655</id><published>2011-08-31T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage throwaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPw654W4wcs/TlvaVminflI/AAAAAAAADVY/WOAi2lrBf_A/s400/5562491481_52624f6279_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646346622496898642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup. Spent my past two days at home sleeping. Furreal because i only woke up for meals/reply texts. Going to gym with my cousin tomorrow morning (amazing, i know. I'm sticking to the treadmill.), probably back to TK on Thursday + meetup with Joelle and maybe my aunt's shop on Friday if i don't feel lazy. Lol this makes me sound like i'm healthy person with proper sleeping hours when it's the complete opposite. I highly doubt i'm healthy at all and my sleeping hours are more like 8am to 6pm. I'm on my way to being an owl. Or a vampire. Depends on whether i feel like sucking blood. Lol 'kay enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been making rash decisions lately. I need more money to back me up so i can make more stupid decisions... Such as possibly &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;(guess)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; this weekend :D Has anyone felt so empty inside before? There's a void inside of me, somewhere, somehow, and it's eating my heart up. I feel so emotionless half the time. It isn't normal for a teenage girl to feel this way right? Did i do something to turn myself so emotionally detached? The result of this is cheap thrills to make myself feel alive again. Or maybe not-so-cheap thrills. Okay, i need to stop thinking. Clearly, i'm not in the right state of mind to start making bigger decisions but who else will? I don't really take kindly to listening to orders disguised as well-meaning advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When everything comes your way, it means you're in the wrong lane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-253501947565536655?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/253501947565536655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/vintage-throwaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/253501947565536655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/253501947565536655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/vintage-throwaway.html' title='Vintage throwaway.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPw654W4wcs/TlvaVminflI/AAAAAAAADVY/WOAi2lrBf_A/s72-c/5562491481_52624f6279_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4342213066165516374</id><published>2011-08-29T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq3pTlPurIc/TlqFql_1H0I/AAAAAAAADVQ/HhlJeBwMxeI/s400/5869471566_54bcf25a15_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645972049663172418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raspberrypie-/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello mello wello~ Yesterday i went shopping with the fam for a new phone and shorts that are long enough for Sarawak. Ended up buying more than expected because i ended up with 2 more new books, a tin of gumdrops and my Tokidoki cover kekeke. Dinner at Sarang! Love the drink! Ended up feeling super full coz there were ALOT of food. Omnomnom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm getting a headache and i want to watch Castle in the Sky which i fell asleep on yesterday so goodbye/goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4342213066165516374?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4342213066165516374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/have-little-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4342213066165516374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4342213066165516374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little faith'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq3pTlPurIc/TlqFql_1H0I/AAAAAAAADVQ/HhlJeBwMxeI/s72-c/5869471566_54bcf25a15_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8917705873842772845</id><published>2011-08-28T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short for bad coffees</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIYoRYvy64M/TlkoqTqjVKI/AAAAAAAADVI/WmeUG4J3O2k/s400/308535_2146702221839_1074803416_32521485_5681917_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645588315183994018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n01nsrGY-e4/TlkoqV5V98I/AAAAAAAADVA/i-tvNOmsk2A/s400/293312_2146720822304_1074803416_32521581_6636786_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645588315782903746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0DW6OmTu74/TlkoqCg7GzI/AAAAAAAADU4/sZFkc0Oh2Ak/s400/297537_2146723822379_1074803416_32521591_1908124_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645588310580206386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Thursday! I would have more but that Jieloon's speciality seems to be unglams so in order not to get bad karma for making them look bad i didn't post them. Yup so we had dinner at &lt;a href="http://buttercakencream.com/"&gt;Buttercake N Cream&lt;/a&gt; which is at Sunset Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday i met Joelle and Sarah and it's been ages since i've laughed so hard i could hardly breathe. I mean, i laugh alot in general but today was just wacky. Cancelled our initial plan of going to Holland V and ended up spending 8h in town walking and talking and taking photos. Not to mention running along the streets of Orchard laughing without a care in the world. If Friday was a good day then yesterday was a great one ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although bad things did happen, such as another pair of shoes which i wanted being OOS, my main email being blocked and other unhappy stuff, i suppose today was satisfactory. Going to get at least one piercing done this month before i go to Sarawak ^^ In fact i may even get it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lock the door and trash the key.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8917705873842772845?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8917705873842772845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-too-short-for-bad-coffees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8917705873842772845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8917705873842772845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-too-short-for-bad-coffees.html' title='Life is too short for bad coffees'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIYoRYvy64M/TlkoqTqjVKI/AAAAAAAADVI/WmeUG4J3O2k/s72-c/308535_2146702221839_1074803416_32521485_5681917_n%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4580084397448681100</id><published>2011-08-27T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you like a love song baby</title><content type='html'>M Y H O L I D A Y S H A V E O F F I C I A L L Y S T A R T E D . Mad happy. Yesterday was a good day too ^^ Even though i screwed up the presentation because i forgot what to say. And even though i got really mad at someone in the middle of the afternoon. Had lunch with the guys and it was enjoyable even though half the time it was a video game convention. Because Indah and Alita had something else on i went over to &lt;a href="http://www.actually.com.sg/"&gt;ActuallyActually&lt;/a&gt; at Purvis Street to look for shoes and guess what... They're OOS T_T Left my number down in hopes that they will be back in the next shipment... Anyway, i'm clunking around in my pink construction boots because i just remembered i have them. I'm completely addicted to &lt;a href="kissincussin.com.au"&gt;KissinCussin&lt;/a&gt;'s A/W11 collection! I want to have all the butterfly printed articles. I went to look around for denim jackets as well today, but they all seem to be about the same price :( I wonder if i can convince mummy to buy one for me... Meeting Sarah and Joelle later and i still don't know what to wear... My galaxy printed top has arrived but i don't want to wear it tomorrow!!! And my snake dress has arrived too but it's with my cousin... Zen me ban :( I want to shop more but i NEED to save or else i won't get what i want and i will regret D: Lately i've been spending truckloads of dollars on food. Luckily i convinced my parents to eat Sarang as a family if not i'd have to pay again! Ikr budget girl is budget sian. I think i should start cutting down on food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's my lovely Gerald's birthday and this is what i made for him! Slightly half-arsed because i got lazy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1091.photobucket.com/albums/i395/fxlicia/Photo-on-2011-08-27-at-00.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye off to watch Ben Bruce be cute in To The Stage and maybe a movie later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4580084397448681100?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4580084397448681100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you-like-love-song-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4580084397448681100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4580084397448681100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you-like-love-song-baby.html' title='I love you like a love song baby'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-7860483777258468053</id><published>2011-08-26T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if i told you that you take up the most space in my brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;#nowplaying Garbage - Push It&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPxLXWmxcbI/TlZ6iegrNfI/AAAAAAAADUw/M8Uw7qDfAtY/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-26%2Bat%2B00.27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644833915679749618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/Photo-on-2011-08-26-at-00.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol hi. This is what happens when you're watching creepy music videos in the middle of the night. Like my nails? They're glittery because there's a layer of glitter under the black kekeke. I had a great time tonight, it was fun :) Gonna move on to AutoCAD after my bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-7860483777258468053?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7860483777258468053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-if-i-told-you-that-you-take-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7860483777258468053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7860483777258468053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-if-i-told-you-that-you-take-up.html' title='What if i told you that you take up the most space in my brain?'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPxLXWmxcbI/TlZ6iegrNfI/AAAAAAAADUw/M8Uw7qDfAtY/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-26%2Bat%2B00.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-7890221778240595807</id><published>2011-08-24T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal youth is a beautiful way of looking at young deaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iK6akZLCX4c/TlUMiYEUMgI/AAAAAAAADUo/W8rccZ9JpFY/s400/6071266657_3fae2ca7c1_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644431492694422018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dance along the silver shores and beat the turtle drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that youth may last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorrow never come."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurking on the internet happily because i've only got AutoCAD left before i'm free like a frikkin' butterfly. I'm so happy i can't resist blogging kekeke. Anyway, today's really nice but it was so uncomfortable. Literally. Remember when i had chest constrictions? Well it isn't so bad this time coz i can still breathe, but my chest hurts so badly i had to stop talking during lunch. I literally bowed over. One minute later the sharp pain was gone. But since last night the chest pains have been plaguing me. I can't turn when i sleep nor can i take too-deep breaths :( I nearly died from pain when i woke up because i turned to the right in my sleep. It's the dull kind of pain that hurts the worse because they last forever and ever and spread through your entire body T_T This condition(?) is stopping me from curling up around my laptop on my bed to watch my movies so i'll just make do with the next best thing: Watching them with drinks and cracker peanuts as soon as everyone goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a spontaneous day. Last-minute decisions abound. Went to school even though i shouldn't to help Jessica out (i would feel guilty if i didn't anyway). Decided to make a trip to the SPGG bowling alley. Lots of other small stuff that are slightly insignificant. A couple more days and i should have pictures for my blog (finally!). Dinner at Sunset Way tomorrow, going for a flea near the Singapore Art Museum the day after and Holland village on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, i want a pocket watch! A proper one, not those cheap ones found in Diva. I want one that's of proper quality, but not too expensive so i can actually carry it around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-7890221778240595807?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7890221778240595807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/eternal-youth-is-beautiful-way-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7890221778240595807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7890221778240595807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/eternal-youth-is-beautiful-way-of.html' title='Eternal youth is a beautiful way of looking at young deaths'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iK6akZLCX4c/TlUMiYEUMgI/AAAAAAAADUo/W8rccZ9JpFY/s72-c/6071266657_3fae2ca7c1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-485377448323000108</id><published>2011-08-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks in the fog</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I'm going to embark on a lil' adventure called "Drawing Exploded Axonometric".&lt;/s&gt; Wish me luck, tons of it. The fairies have bestowed upon my group nothing but trouble. It's so bloody annoying but what can we do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i spent ALL my time on the floor of the studio. Even lunch was eaten there. Wayne brought a soft toy monkey to school to kill and everyone kept it away from him and it's now our class mascot called 小明/Chun Keat Jr. Other than that, life is the same with the exception of me laughing til i had a stomach ache thanks to Joseph and his first-class creepy acts. And weird email. Lol i have weird friends but according to them i'm the weirdest. It's fine with me though, i like being eccentric and wacky. I think it suits me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol fuck the exploded axonometric i'm gonna crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-485377448323000108?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/485377448323000108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/fireworks-in-fog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/485377448323000108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/485377448323000108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/fireworks-in-fog.html' title='Fireworks in the fog'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2354387545773941643</id><published>2011-08-23T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you cold, i see you heartless</title><content type='html'>Here i am again. Lack of sleep definitely getting to me. I keep taking breaks because my attention span seems to last only 10minutes. Listening to Skrillex. Entertaining thoughts of summer parties in Ibiza. I didn't get the chocolate flavour burst today after queueing up for it and it still bugs me. Gentle electro be accompanying me through the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2354387545773941643?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2354387545773941643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-feel-you-cold-i-see-you-heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2354387545773941643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2354387545773941643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-feel-you-cold-i-see-you-heartless.html' title='I feel you cold, i see you heartless'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6795791872296309034</id><published>2011-08-21T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You may think it's funny but i was the last one to see them alive last summer."</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amruUCjCdug/TlDR4cqUANI/AAAAAAAADUY/Mpb8ysKqETg/s400/tumblr_li9mw7xxNk1qbrt1xo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643241100791775442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-remWN0cwr38/TlDR4Ymj4-I/AAAAAAAADUQ/WzU1_TzgR_I/s400/tumblr_li9moxcr051qbrt1xo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643241099702297570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SB-U3oTGQMs/TlDR4K3_ISI/AAAAAAAADUI/txQ2hjBG4EE/s400/tumblr_li9m9pGNAY1qbrt1xo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643241096017289506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrXkmII8dK8/TlDR4DBwxBI/AAAAAAAADUA/d65d2-nnOZk/s400/tumblr_lhkfndh8Sk1qbrt1xo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643241093910807570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybV4Odbbna4/TlDR3zdMzoI/AAAAAAAADT4/9ILkwSZxdug/s400/tumblr_lfnkdxGb1c1qbrt1xo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643241089730924162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ID this girl but to no avail. No tags nothing, all i know is that she's Japanese (duh) and she has pink hair (double duh). I love her hair. It's like cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some sort of procrastination post because i'm starving and don't feel like doing work. Only have myself to blame for waking up at 4pm. Obviously no one would buy lunch for me. Ohwel. Really no feel for anything but my book right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i really need a job for September. And i need to stop blogging every time i want to procrastinate. It's making my archives hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6795791872296309034?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6795791872296309034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/may-think-it-funny-but-i-was-last-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6795791872296309034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6795791872296309034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/may-think-it-funny-but-i-was-last-one.html' title='&amp;quot;You may think it&amp;#39;s funny but i was the last one to see them alive last summer.&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amruUCjCdug/TlDR4cqUANI/AAAAAAAADUY/Mpb8ysKqETg/s72-c/tumblr_li9mw7xxNk1qbrt1xo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5200752359192402800</id><published>2011-08-20T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rN2yOIm2RLY/Tk9_Dn-FhwI/AAAAAAAADTw/xRaoSZBtrsE/s400/291739_10150759395915290_642945289_20454126_3381320_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642868558364247810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FIo-STUbtw/Tk9-eyR7qgI/AAAAAAAADTo/_SCk4MIQBSE/s400/298742_10150759389565290_642945289_20454045_4246214_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642867925476682242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BpsXOudFqrA/Tk9-epgnsmI/AAAAAAAADTg/LlZUj-OXeqg/s400/296230_10150759390675290_642945289_20454055_7742318_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642867923122369122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_J0B6Y1GaY/Tk9-epO2F9I/AAAAAAAADTY/RgciuqAM7HM/s400/301453_10150759396945290_642945289_20454137_1595651_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642867923047815122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_NXp9-nqMfo/Tk9-eez3YAI/AAAAAAAADTQ/ME7Um_ztfXU/s400/300927_10150759390440290_642945289_20454052_7490755_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642867920250298370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImSkNcRnLHQ/Tk9-eEcoD3I/AAAAAAAADTI/ipZjq2eUSjs/s400/262859_10150759389940290_642945289_20454048_287259_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642867913173503858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Thursday evening. I just realised that none of them contains Sarah. And all of them contains me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 3pm+ today. I probably won't even have woken up if not for the shock i felt when i dreamt that someone stole my cookie.................................................................. Okay. By the way i tried the raspberry (i think) + cheese cookie from Subway. It's yummy. Anyway im off to do work so that i can watch Scythe VS Na'vi later. If it lags i'll kill someone. Yes it's Dota. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think my scanner is spoilt can i borrow someone's to scan in my polaroids? Pretty please with rainbow sprinklies on top and a kiss from me (in your dreams)? :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5200752359192402800?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5200752359192402800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-stole-cookie-from-cookie-jar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5200752359192402800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5200752359192402800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-stole-cookie-from-cookie-jar.html' title='Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rN2yOIm2RLY/Tk9_Dn-FhwI/AAAAAAAADTw/xRaoSZBtrsE/s72-c/291739_10150759395915290_642945289_20454126_3381320_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2370509129027662030</id><published>2011-08-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCYTHE WON</title><content type='html'>ASDFGHJKL PERMANENT CAPSLOCK WHY AM I THE ONLY ENTHUSIASTIC PERSON WHO KNOWS SHIT ABOUT DOTA I FEEL STUPID TWEETING ABOUT DOTA BUT I WILL DIE IF I CAN'T I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING ON ABOUT BUT &lt;b&gt;SCYTHE WON&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2370509129027662030?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2370509129027662030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/scythe-won.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2370509129027662030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2370509129027662030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/scythe-won.html' title='SCYTHE WON'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-9000345809843831849</id><published>2011-08-19T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug dealer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;#nowplaying Jesse McCartney - Why Don't You Kiss Her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PskTD2bMp2g/Tk5kF-08wmI/AAAAAAAADTA/sqP08W3KhGI/s400/3867652.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642557437069017698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was damn shiok because the two sofas got moved to the middle of the studio and our class laid claim to it first ^^ So we spended the day lolling around the sofa and doing as little work as possible. Got my shin scratched thanks to Oscar and i literally lay on the floor to do measurements. Got this jacket you see up there. Give me a year and i'll upgrade to a Nike okay... Not that i really mind that it's brandless. Anyway i really like how it's mustard-coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a shop called Seppelä. I'm not sure if it's online, but i haven't been able to find it. Definitely not local though. Life's been more than just hectic. If anything, it's full-blown chaos. Definitely glad i have next weekend to wind down and recharge myself. Will be going flea-ing with Indah and i don't know who else. I want to buy more shades! Addicted to wearing them while i commute to school and back. Lately i've become very sensitive to light which i think is why i get headaches so often so i've decided to just wear shades almost everywhere #likeamoviestar. I want to get hugeass round ones next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if i had money to spare, i would like to have the &lt;a href="http://shop.ycnonline.com/products/view/mega-burger-cushion/category/"&gt;Mega Burger Cushion&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://shop.ycnonline.com/products/category/eat-fast-die-young/"&gt;Jiggery Pokery&lt;/a&gt;. I'm also starting on a new personal project soon, plus i'm waiting for the Ehome VS Scythe Dota match to start (actually i've been waiting for it since this morning since i was so excited); so many exciting things are happening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-9000345809843831849?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9000345809843831849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/drug-dealer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9000345809843831849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9000345809843831849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/drug-dealer.html' title='Drug dealer'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PskTD2bMp2g/Tk5kF-08wmI/AAAAAAAADTA/sqP08W3KhGI/s72-c/3867652.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4158749527142224529</id><published>2011-08-19T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster kill</title><content type='html'>Guess what i'm watching the Dota 2 live game, ordering stuff online and eating Hershey Kisses. Life's good even though my head still hurts ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4158749527142224529?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4158749527142224529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/monster-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4158749527142224529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4158749527142224529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/monster-kill.html' title='Monster kill'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3584473966123647452</id><published>2011-08-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was in a lot of mental pain.</title><content type='html'>Hi everybardy. This is a boring update because i'm trying to procrastinate :)) There will be no pictures because i'm lazy like that. Finalised the design (i think), watched a loooong environment-awareness movie called Bag It, had takoyaki at Dhoby and went for dinner with Jux Keydingz at Tamp. And, here's the elaboration (so that i can further procrastinate):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how i can't accurately draw the thickness of the chair's frame. And how the materials are so bloody expensive. The movie was witty, but there was a giving birth scene which freaked the hell outta me. The takoyaki was good. We had dinner at Pizza Hut and i didn't eat a thing. I bought a jar of Hershey's Kisses at half price because i'm budget like that. I owe Sam 5 million hugs because he did badly for Chinese. (Why ah -.-?) I went home to do work but procrastinated by completing &lt;i&gt;The Art of Dying&lt;/i&gt;. My neck bled. Hyunseung's sleeping hours rival my own fucked up ones. Still procrastinating. If you read this entire chunk you must have been bored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will still be a good day. And okay pictures of the dress i &lt;s&gt;blew SGD60 on&lt;/s&gt; ordered. So much for no pictures coz i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/snakedress1.gif" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/snakedress3.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://lazyoaf.co.uk/blog"&gt;lazyoaf&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3584473966123647452?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3584473966123647452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-in-lot-of-mental-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3584473966123647452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3584473966123647452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-in-lot-of-mental-pain.html' title='I was in a lot of mental pain.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4039091612953498590</id><published>2011-08-18T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxKcrSVHLz0/TkxeObQYozI/AAAAAAAADS4/4xMf0qVdZBs/s400/L%25C3%2595PETAMINE%2B730.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641988035116049202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrCFrWI8Gh8/TkxeObBivXI/AAAAAAAADSw/HjWFM1PKl1A/s400/L%25C3%2595PETAMINE%2B532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641988035053796722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07tnFVBBddE/TkxeOKE739I/AAAAAAAADSo/54xZGqltRmg/s400/L%25C3%2595PETAMINE%2B450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641988030504624082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry-k4SvcFFU/TkxeN3EKEbI/AAAAAAAADSg/fisYq64fVLs/s400/L%25C3%2595PETAMINE%2B755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641988025401086386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UfakPO1R2g/TkxeNzL7qWI/AAAAAAAADSY/gDNkiQDSKoU/s400/L%25C3%2595PETAMINE%2B502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641988024359954786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://kertiii.blogspot.com/"&gt;kertiii&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suffering from headaches very often lately and they just refuse to go away completely. Today's have been blitzing my head since OC yesterday. And i have a mighty strong feeling that it has been triggered by nothing but the bright lights. I've taken Panadol far too often for my liking so i haven't taken one today. Yet. Instead i've been chasing down Ferrero Rocher after Ferrero Rocher. Drowning my woes in chocolate. I don't really feel like going to school with this throbbing in my skull but there's the ES movie... Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my jeans really strangely today; the waistband's been rolled down. The nicest thing about having big bones is how i can always keep my hip bones in sight no matter how much weight i've gained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4039091612953498590?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4039091612953498590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4039091612953498590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4039091612953498590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-almost-over.html' title='Summer&amp;#39;s almost over'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxKcrSVHLz0/TkxeObQYozI/AAAAAAAADS4/4xMf0qVdZBs/s72-c/L%25C3%2595PETAMINE%2B730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8064641373973742419</id><published>2011-08-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her green plastic watering can/For her fake Chinese rubber plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;#nowplaying The Sound of Arrows - Magic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7nDA7vbLSQ/Tkp8QowDZRI/AAAAAAAADR4/OntQ-k1xTYg/s400/adidas-jeremy-scott-pink-teddy-bear-sneaker-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641458108493686034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/jeremy-scott-x-adidas-originals-teddy-bears-2.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQnoyZ3FfA8/Tkp8QRyXy9I/AAAAAAAADRw/qIVm4UcKktA/s400/jeremy-scott-x-adidas-originals-teddy-bears-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641458102329396178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiW0_RaGYtg/Tkp8QIzzZmI/AAAAAAAADRo/Xxspn2KoCBE/s400/jeremy-scott-x-adidas-originals-teddy-bears-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641458099919480418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want this pair of Jeremy Scott x Adidas Originals "Teddy Bears" so fucking badly. Problem is it's probably sold out in Singapore already and i'm saving up for another extravagant pair of shoes not to mention that i've taken to shopping online + overseas so... yeh :( If i manage to get a job this holidays the earliest i'd be able to get them would also be in December. If only i was already a shoe maniac when they were first released /sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was boring today. Saw Kunjie in the morning at Bedok while he was waiting for Jiaying but didn't see that girl. Went to Ikea for their meatball special and it was a total riot. Oh and chocolate mousse FTW hehehe. Gonna convince them to do this again next week lol! Finally decided on the chair design so i'll be busy sketching after preparing for OC presentation... FUCK OC. I have never felt so much hostility towards a module. I wish i have a sofa that looks like &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AcKxWMicb8M/SP23WjWCGLI/AAAAAAAAEns/esr1ytsBICA/sofa.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; so i can loll around and stretch out comfortably while i'm doing my work. I'm seriously going to get one for my home in the future. It's my favourite thing to dangle my legs of the sides while lying on the cushions. It's my weird quirk ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend my night listening to great music and doing work. Maybe i should drink beer. For all we know i work better drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8064641373973742419?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8064641373973742419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/her-green-plastic-watering-canfor-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8064641373973742419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8064641373973742419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/her-green-plastic-watering-canfor-her.html' title='Her green plastic watering can/For her fake Chinese rubber plant'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7nDA7vbLSQ/Tkp8QowDZRI/AAAAAAAADR4/OntQ-k1xTYg/s72-c/adidas-jeremy-scott-pink-teddy-bear-sneaker-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-1104500274432686784</id><published>2011-08-16T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbrODoia9fE/TknQcG1kqvI/AAAAAAAADRc/nssTLPBqfHY/s400/ben-bruce-asking-alexandria-jake--large-msg-131049447074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641269189548485362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so exhausted from searching for the 「OMG KETCHUP 」 cap and basketball that i crashed as soon as i reached home. I have been sleeping more than anything these few days. I don't know why i'm so lethargic, really. Went to my grandparents' place for dinner the other night and got myself a new box of chocolates. Although they're pretty much half-finished already :( One of my cousin's in Korea, the other's in USA. I'm jealous :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i think Ben Bruce is adorable. Especially when he's not wasted. I haven't closed the video for his interview tab for over 24h :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-1104500274432686784?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1104500274432686784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/seven-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1104500274432686784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1104500274432686784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/seven-and-counting.html' title='Seven and counting'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbrODoia9fE/TknQcG1kqvI/AAAAAAAADRc/nssTLPBqfHY/s72-c/ben-bruce-asking-alexandria-jake--large-msg-131049447074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2292144755792986827</id><published>2011-08-14T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now all the good kids are messing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/tumblr_lpnypdSL8o1qla7k7o1_500.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwWWqBbhPks/Tkdx59W7d1I/AAAAAAAADRU/uTLkpOueObU/s400/tumblr_lmnvphUxMZ1qjivbao1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640602298842052434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyTwotjQYW4/Tkdx5rMBCgI/AAAAAAAADRM/grYtYrv40Yw/s400/tumblr_lpt6k9g9RO1qh3sg0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640602293964442114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/tumblr_lnyywx6sFU1qb3k7fo1_500.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2prgzcLQccg/Tkdx5fsM2JI/AAAAAAAADRE/FD6J2jfw-Ys/s400/tumblr_lpj184Edin1qg0wyzo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640602290878208146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w09uKf_zZjQ/Tkdx5fnPEpI/AAAAAAAADQ8/0Dh_CLvgFhc/s400/267549_228805213819459_159470340752947_778651_1111544_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640602290857382546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/tumblr_lor98vOjrk1qdok4ro1_500.gif" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to classical music. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2292144755792986827?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2292144755792986827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-now-all-good-kids-are-messing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2292144755792986827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2292144755792986827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-now-all-good-kids-are-messing-up.html' title='And now all the good kids are messing up.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwWWqBbhPks/Tkdx59W7d1I/AAAAAAAADRU/uTLkpOueObU/s72-c/tumblr_lmnvphUxMZ1qjivbao1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4418057213424342237</id><published>2011-08-14T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off to lead a new life as a lemon</title><content type='html'>Confession time: I, uh, bought something new. Goodbye SGD60~ （┬┬＿┬┬）/ Aaaand Trash and Vaudeville doesn't ship to Singapore meh. Aaaand i want &lt;a href="http://www.ksubi.com/super-spray-on/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; Ksubi jeans. Aaaand even if i put a kitten on my wish list, i doubt i'll get one anytime soon :( Aaaand all the nice manga seem to be on hiatus. Aaaand i have drawing portfolio + AutoCAD to do. Despair despair despair. Oh but i collected my new ring yesterday ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm entertaining myself with the Liar Game manga, chairs (thanks to school -_-), &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gemmacorrell/"&gt;Gemma Correll's Flickr&lt;/a&gt; and a bunch of books i borrowed from the library :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4418057213424342237?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4418057213424342237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-off-to-lead-new-life-as-lemon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4418057213424342237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4418057213424342237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-off-to-lead-new-life-as-lemon.html' title='I&amp;#39;m off to lead a new life as a lemon'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5853011378658492428</id><published>2011-08-13T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity happens</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what the fuck serendipity is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5853011378658492428?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5853011378658492428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/serendipity-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5853011378658492428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5853011378658492428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/serendipity-happens.html' title='Serendipity happens'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3783106812657078690</id><published>2011-08-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a chance, you never know what might happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align: width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXa8Yt8jYXQ/TkTYiR2PuGI/AAAAAAAADQs/I6QM8FDv9Xo/s400/5159717866_f90a3a4846_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639870716792780898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/axecore/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`v´¯) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`·.¸.·´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☻/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/▌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ \ Hiya :) In a moderately good mood because crit is over, but in my opinion i did rather badly :( Wanted to go out to tomorrow but i guess i can't since i have to catch up on my drawing portfolio. Fucken hot day today so i decided to come home early. Also i hate being on the train/bus from 5-7 coz it's my sleepyhead period. It's a chore trying to keep my head up and not fall asleep. Anyway, i just found out that i have 2 weheartit accounts... Yeah i couldn't even remember having one -.- I can't find out how to delete them so i just emptied one and kept the other... You can take a look if you want it's &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/fxlicia"&gt;http://weheartit.com/fxlicia&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously why did i make two accounts?? Why did i even make an account in the first place i don't even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy named Ethan followed me on Tumblr and apparently he's from a band which is signed on to a record label. And apparently they're gonna tour. So i guess i'll take a look later since i need new music. Uhm... Yup i think this is all. Useless blog post, but whatever. I think i'm addicted to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you're weird like me you should click &lt;a href="https://twitpic.com/photos/floresta_mama"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Dope animal donuts by a Japanese lady omgosh. Me likey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3783106812657078690?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3783106812657078690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-chance-you-never-know-what-might.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3783106812657078690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3783106812657078690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-chance-you-never-know-what-might.html' title='Take a chance, you never know what might happen'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXa8Yt8jYXQ/TkTYiR2PuGI/AAAAAAAADQs/I6QM8FDv9Xo/s72-c/5159717866_f90a3a4846_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2816332682245523385</id><published>2011-08-11T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wrc0gOkNkw/TkNPWstNUlI/AAAAAAAADQk/8xxggCr6PMw/s400/283146_256544727697885_100000270791328_1061945_6277635_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639438409774486098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people + Brandon are who i spent my previous Saturday with. Lol idk why it looks like i'm lying on Ryan's shoulder. I was just leaning into the frame and i didn't know there was so much space so now i look stupid -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the most random trip out i ever had. Spent the morning at the Asian Civilisation Museum and i visited every single gallery /dies. And then we ended up at the Science Center which i felt so apprehensive about but in the end it was awesome :D So many hidden gems in there for the nerd in me! Not gonna tell you what mehrong :P I bought a dinosaur chomper hehe. I don't know what happened in the 3D movie coz i fell asleep like 30seconds after they started it but i heard it was boring. Met Fiona and Joseph among the exhibitions the two of them forever together lol! Dinner at Lenas which was quite good! Would totally go back there again since they have soooooo many main courses ^_^ Was so tired i slept once i reached home all the way til this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Jess and the rest for movie but i cancelled on them because i'll be mad busy and because i had a horrible morning which sapped my energy. Really wanted to meet them but... Too much bad news for me ugh. I saw someone who looks like Hongki looking at me on the way home and that addled me up for maybe 5seconds before i sunk back into my unhappy state. /mentally chugs down a can of beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm contemplating between facing up to my troubles or sinking into the peacefulness of sleep. (Bad dreams are gone yay!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2816332682245523385?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2816332682245523385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/lost-in-oblivion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2816332682245523385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2816332682245523385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/lost-in-oblivion.html' title='Lost in oblivion'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wrc0gOkNkw/TkNPWstNUlI/AAAAAAAADQk/8xxggCr6PMw/s72-c/283146_256544727697885_100000270791328_1061945_6277635_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2238089451947920319</id><published>2011-08-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing daisies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kF28jmdQDQ/TkFBXSF3keI/AAAAAAAADQU/dC9kGg83pHs/s400/styleparknymphenburg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638860076693819874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;Hidden Wealth · Nymphenburg by Khashayar Naimanan&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed because my stuff is OOS and won't be arriving anymore... :( Even though i try to think on the bright side which means i have more money... I still want to cry :'( And the girl is confusing me i don't know if it's the shirt or skirt or both that's unavailable -_-! So i went to eat matcha-flavoured Kit Kat but it wasn't chocolatey enough for me :( How i wish for a new box of Ferrero Rochers. And leaf art by &lt;a href="http://naturayarte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lorenzo Duran&lt;/a&gt;, especially the feather one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone somewhere said that when you whisper someone’s name into a bubble and someone else’s name into another bubble and if the two bubbles successfully collide, the two people are destined for each other. I want to try this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm going out with my cousins and aunt tomorrow and i don't even know where we're going -_- I'm waiting for an email and this person isn't replying me promptly asdfghjkl i know i'm being unreasonable but i've been feeling cranky ever since i woke up so yeah. Patience isn't my strong suit but i've no choice but to bear with it. UGH. My mood is wavering all over the place right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2238089451947920319?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2238089451947920319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/pushing-daisies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2238089451947920319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2238089451947920319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/pushing-daisies.html' title='Pushing daisies'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kF28jmdQDQ/TkFBXSF3keI/AAAAAAAADQU/dC9kGg83pHs/s72-c/styleparknymphenburg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4014471374095211497</id><published>2011-08-09T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward the way you say hi to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3p8-BwwEBsk/Tj_p-d1bQRI/AAAAAAAADP8/f7cx2z3qMQE/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-08%2Bat%2B04.27%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638482517861024018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V10wP7IAszE/TkASIMyXmkI/AAAAAAAADQM/IiqqZR1SEK4/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638526665548601922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too." - William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up barely 2 hours ago and here's a patronising update for myself because i already need some time away from real life and what else rises to this challenge better than the internet? I always stumble upon something and they're almost always artsy, which is just how i like it. Over the weeks i've amassed a collection of vintage stores, photographer's portfolios and an assortment of blogs. With them comes a wave of new wants :(( My constant flea-going/online shopping has gotten me a sizable amount of apparel/accessories though. I'm currently waiting for a top, a skirt, a jacket, a ring and a coin purse so i swear i'm not doing anymore unnecessary shopping starting from tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now all i want are shuzzzzz. Underground triple-soled brothel creepers much like the ones above, Steve Madden studded sneakers, Prada knockoff flatforms and Doctor Martens. It kind of bothers me when i have to buy fake goods (in the case of the flatforms) but i cannot afford to pay £510 for the original :( The sneakers would be absolutely lovely, not to mention they're on sale now but i do have 5 pairs of Converse and 2 pairs of Vans already so i may have to pass on them :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about shoes but i should stop boring whoever still reads my blog and end this already heh. Met Taiming just now to take my phone, thanks to him i still have my texts :') But i missed the fireworks sobs. It ended like 5 seconds before i reached the corridor outside my house cry die me seriously the view from my house is perfect for fireworks viewing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder how someone like me who posts everyday can never run out of things to blog. Really ah, my life's too exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4014471374095211497?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4014471374095211497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/awkward-way-you-say-hi-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4014471374095211497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4014471374095211497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/awkward-way-you-say-hi-to-me.html' title='Awkward the way you say hi to me'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3p8-BwwEBsk/Tj_p-d1bQRI/AAAAAAAADP8/f7cx2z3qMQE/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-08%2Bat%2B04.27%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3637020068900287958</id><published>2011-08-08T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerated bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QknlTz-8KGk/Tj_wPJCr8SI/AAAAAAAADQE/2YcxuE10qek/s400/282480_10150742005750013_743020012_19846965_3570220_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638489401407041826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow. Today was so eventful and eventless at the same time. Met up with Sarah and headed over to school where we + Fauzi were traumatised by the performances. So little people turned up and in the end the two of us went for Arnold's and Fahrenheit with Jianhao and Taiming. Short jaunt to a pet shop, Cotten On (their new products have potential yay) and Challenger then i fell asleep on the bus and left my phone on it -_- Thank god Taiming saved it hehe. Now i have to find some way to meet him and we can only converse through Twitter :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i'm past my 700th blog post already? Anyway, i'm chatting with Andrew and browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.iamhome.us/iamhome.us/iamhome.html"&gt;skull chalkboards&lt;/a&gt; nao so bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3637020068900287958?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3637020068900287958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/refrigerated-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3637020068900287958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3637020068900287958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/refrigerated-bones.html' title='Refrigerated bones'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QknlTz-8KGk/Tj_wPJCr8SI/AAAAAAAADQE/2YcxuE10qek/s72-c/282480_10150742005750013_743020012_19846965_3570220_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4538862938745573877</id><published>2011-08-08T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I follow the heart, not the anatomy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EB1NLjNneU/Tj7bw5Z34AI/AAAAAAAADP0/TE8BSfXUNuY/s400/tumblr_lp4smctxOw1qzjfuko1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638185416603983874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun too :) Stayed up all night watching Japanese cartoons and a bit of Mysterious Skin. Was about 7am when i went to sleep, so brother let me sleep in although when he wanted to wake me up i swear he sounded exactly like my mother. We had pancakes for lunch and he burnt 4 of them. Funny how my brother cooks more often than me when i obviously can cook better heh. Thanks to him we missed HP7.2 tix by 5min and ended up travelling from Bugis all the way back to Downtown East. The movie wasn't as epic as i thought it would be. Some parts felt too slow and others rushed. I kind of preferred Part I. Had pizza for dinner (yay!) and when i reached home i was so tired i crashed straightaway. I love going out after 3pm because the day's starting to cool down and i get ample sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Sarah and maybe some others later to crash TK for National Day celebration. I have a bunch of things to get and ugh i have not enough money. Seeing as they're &lt;b&gt;a)&lt;/b&gt; denim &lt;b&gt;b)&lt;/b&gt; shoes and &lt;b&gt;c)&lt;/b&gt; online AND overseas. Singapore has is majorly hot but i can never get enough of jackets which i admit can be a slight waste especially when i decide to splurge on one, especially since this time around it'll be 2 at the very least. Did i mention a ordered a new ring? That's SGD21 gone. I know i know, such a steep price for a ring but i think this one's worth it. A cat-printed dress would be nice. So would a plaid bow tie. It's officially goodbye September allowance. /sobs I hope i can at least find a job during the holidays -_- Something in retail, perhaps? I think i'm more than a tad too clumsy for F&amp;B. Either way, i'll be keeping my options open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told daddy i didn't want to wait for the iPhone5 and he told me to just wait if not i'll regret if it comes out soon after i change my phone, which is really nice. But i feel bad because knowing him he'll pay for it and i don't really want him to waste his money on something that isn't so important. Sometimes i get so annoyed when my mother puts him in a spot because sometimes she just seems blind to the good things he has done. But that day we planned to bring him to Todai @MBS since she was waxing lyrical about it. Luckily my ears are pretty much healed by now and excessive intake of seafood won't harm me anymore (i hope). I haven't eaten seafood much this year :( I'm not sure when we'll be going, but i can't wait &amp;#9825;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4538862938745573877?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4538862938745573877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-follow-heart-not-anatomy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4538862938745573877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4538862938745573877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-follow-heart-not-anatomy.html' title='I follow the heart, not the anatomy.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EB1NLjNneU/Tj7bw5Z34AI/AAAAAAAADP0/TE8BSfXUNuY/s72-c/tumblr_lp4smctxOw1qzjfuko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2941815586808880750</id><published>2011-08-07T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say but nobody to tell; Would you call it hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XYeW5zbVFs/Tj2LR9fTgHI/AAAAAAAADPk/ovr70UkDPxI/s400/282032_10150278104924516_565874515_7618525_5866150_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637815449217630322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIaGQwyL1fo/Tj2K1Q-Z-wI/AAAAAAAADPc/_UFg23jUKqo/s400/284907_10150278106309516_565874515_7618547_6552694_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637814956232145666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGrRwubk2q0/Tj2K1WNaXaI/AAAAAAAADPU/DdkZv_--3aY/s400/285492_10150278106744516_565874515_7618557_8168327_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637814957637262754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFc2kn-8WZA/Tj2K1dnV5EI/AAAAAAAADPM/OnRTfCm0XK4/s400/284717_10150278108259516_565874515_7618593_7849131_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637814959625069634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jdsaxItM1m8/Tj2K1IBuWkI/AAAAAAAADPE/HQQgkuFYH40/s400/284587_10150278108839516_565874515_7618602_7222146_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637814953830144578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObZIVud7bOE/Tj2K1CY6B-I/AAAAAAAADO8/PHfbjbBCO-g/s400/282097_10150278111519516_565874515_7618645_6872959_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637814952316766178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oahkYipwp2s/Tj2CVTBNfcI/AAAAAAAADO0/-IZbzRmXx_A/s400/284067_10150278110119516_565874515_7618619_4113646_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637805610931944898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POAhjaxJH7U/Tj2CVEUR2JI/AAAAAAAADOs/ktj4iYc3Yes/s400/215102_10150278109969516_565874515_7618616_29352_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637805606985390226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLXTbyPxOq4/Tj2CVM7NuDI/AAAAAAAADOk/lymt4bPY5aQ/s400/281317_10150278110954516_565874515_7618634_3100734_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637805609296181298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5TakRVDRyk/Tj2CUzHzolI/AAAAAAAADOc/JBRyYYudLdE/s400/223692_10150278112744516_565874515_7618663_6520872_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637805602369675858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXBOmeibWXg/Tj2CU2SrMrI/AAAAAAAADOU/PPITZ96D8pQ/s400/252172_10150278113719516_565874515_7618680_7550746_n%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637805603220566706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the pictures were edited. These are from Zul's camera on last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun fun fun with Sarah Joelle Jianhao Brandon and Ryan ^_^ Haven't seen the latter two in ages. Roamed around a flea (what else) and wandered through town. Went to Bedok North this morning for brekkie with my grandma. Her appetite was better than mine, which really shows how much of a morning person i am -_- Got my hair trimmed and the ends look so much healthier now! Should have done this a long time ago. My hairdresser still remembers me even though i haven't been there for over a year; i swear she watched me grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, i'm riveted by Kim Daul, Oscar Diaz's Ink Calendar, a certain ulzzang whose real name nobody seems to know and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geometricity/sets/72157627083265025/"&gt;Clara Z's lists&lt;/a&gt;. I watched Princess Mononoke in the wee hours of yesterday and i'm contemplating between Mysterious Skin and another Japanese cartoon since i borrowed a huge box set from my aunt. Oh and i torrented Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon because i remember liking it a lot 10 years ago. I was in Guangzhou at my uncle's hugeass house (apparently his current one is more hugeass) with all my relatives and i stopped playing and eating to watch it. Yeah, i daresay i like it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably watching Harry Potter with the brother later. Can't wait! Want to go to Candy Empire and stock up on my chocolate sticks and squares and also to Marks&amp;Spencer for the snacks which tide me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love looking at the ocean. No matter what camera used, i've never found an unflattering picture of it. But your photos; i hate them. They reflect your dirty heart. You're nothing but scum. Don't sully my favourite thing with your filth. Stay away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2941815586808880750?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2941815586808880750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-much-to-say-but-nobody-to-tell-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2941815586808880750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2941815586808880750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-much-to-say-but-nobody-to-tell-would.html' title='So much to say but nobody to tell; Would you call it hell?'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XYeW5zbVFs/Tj2LR9fTgHI/AAAAAAAADPk/ovr70UkDPxI/s72-c/282032_10150278104924516_565874515_7618525_5866150_n%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3482572483706190227</id><published>2011-08-06T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you could see this</title><content type='html'>You seem so happy, yet bitter. I feel like my actions have changed you. I spoilt your childhood. I was young, i never did realise. We were best friends and i should always have been there for you. One spark of jealousy tore us apart. It's all my fault. I refused to admit it was i who ruined everything. I pushed you away, plain outcasted you. I regretted it so much. We used to leave letters for each other in the cupboards because we couldn't see each other during school days anymore. I left you a letter which broke your heart. I never realised it but it broke mine too. I don't know why i did it. I don't hate you. I shouldn't have called you names. You were so defenseless. And just then your family started having troubles. You never disowned me as a best friend but i couldn't approach you anymore, not when i did all that i did. I may or may not have stabbed you in the back, but it was the hurt that was irreversible. I broke every rule of friendship. I should have held back. I should have stopped that vicious poison spreading through my heart and let it go. I ought to have held on to you like a dying man clings to life. I was your best friend, but instead of comfort i tore you to shreds. The next year, we sat next to each other. But we never spoke again. When you left i felt nothing. It is only now, more than 5 years on when i try to look for you, that i regret so much. Why did i do it? I don't hate you, i swear i don't. I loved you. I still fucking love you very much. I cannot say sorry for what i did. 'Sorry' won't cure anything. I hate people who fling out that word as though it will make things right-side-up again, so i will not be one of them. I'm not even in the position to ask for any form of forgiveness. I just wish to let you know that i love you and i still want to be your best friend and i hope you'll one day realise all the regret and guilt i feel. I love you, i really do. If only we could fall asleep side-by-side again. I miss you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3482572483706190227?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3482572483706190227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wish-you-could-see-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3482572483706190227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3482572483706190227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wish-you-could-see-this.html' title='I wish you could see this'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6559525583369142061</id><published>2011-08-05T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is beauty in everything, just not everybody sees it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRq-93hyo1M/TjvvavWTynI/AAAAAAAADN8/u7vnF_8j14E/s400/tumblr_lcmhu0WvwR1qafzl9o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637362601249983090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like today. Even though i overslept and couldn't make it to the polyclinic in the morning today was a great day ^^ Was so nervous when i headed to school and i kept hiding behind various people and sneaking around the studio to avoid Mr Lim... Yeah -_- In the end Samuel brought me to his office and i managed to arrange another day for crit and he was so nice i felt stupid trying to run away from him -_-  And we got our arrangements for the Sarawak trip! We're the final group to leave so we'll most likely be doing the finishing up which includes THE ROOF. So excited ^_^ It's going to be the bomb i swear! Ended up having this real impromptu trip to town to accompany Joseph in his shopping! He and Wenwei are good guys to go shopping with LOL. Anyway, i found out today that there's a curved escalator in Wheelock. IKR it's &lt;i&gt;curved&lt;/i&gt; and i was so amazed and we went up and then down lol! I felt like i was re-experiencing Orchard since i've never stepped into some shops they went into, including Topman @ ION! I had so much fun in Topman i think i was more excited by the guy clothes than them :3 Heaps of beautiful hoodies/denim jackets/pullovers/blazers! Racks of shirts and tanks omg i was in heaven! I wish i was lanky and tall with smaller boobs so i can pull off the androgynous look sigh :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to 313 for more browsing! And i had to abandon Sarah for a mo' because they wanted to eat dessert and they were... (cannot say) -_____- And we met Letitia and Sica ^_^ Then i had dinner which was the sex and i especially like the fries!! The burger was a giant i swear. 1inch+ thick patty, super huge tomato, egg, bacon, lettuce, onion rings and even mushrooms ahhh i'm drooling just thinking about it! Jianhao, Josh and i ordered the same thing and homaikot they ate it all up so fast -.- Next time i go there imma get the mushroom soup coz it's mad nommy! Couldn't watch Rise of the Planet of the Apes with them coz i had no money /cries :'( It received rather good reviews too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently into &lt;a href="http://cope1.com/"&gt;Nicholas Alan Cope&lt;/a&gt;'s architecture photography, &lt;a href="http://actuallymag.com/mad-homes-july-2011-seattle/"&gt;Mad House Seattle 2011&lt;/a&gt;, The Disquiet of the Everyday by Jenny Spain and Sarah Quigley, &lt;a href=http://tokidoki.it/"&gt;Tokidoki&lt;/a&gt; (again!) and &lt;a href="http://still.kipi.lomo.jp/"&gt;Kipi the cosplayer&lt;/a&gt; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with pictures of dinner! Doesn't my cross-section burger look good? It's missing some of the components but it still looks mighty delicious to me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEDVUkSNi8Q/TjvzJ0crmcI/AAAAAAAADOE/QtdQ2vhec0Q/s400/vt6ml.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637366708607621570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhW5LzFtVJQ/TjvzJ3xlO0I/AAAAAAAADOM/czpXe7tGTyc/s400/lypam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637366709500590914" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6559525583369142061?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6559525583369142061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-is-beauty-in-everything-just-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6559525583369142061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6559525583369142061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-is-beauty-in-everything-just-not.html' title='There is beauty in everything, just not everybody sees it.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRq-93hyo1M/TjvvavWTynI/AAAAAAAADN8/u7vnF_8j14E/s72-c/tumblr_lcmhu0WvwR1qafzl9o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8539790666981761315</id><published>2011-08-05T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.” — Sigmund Freud</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flRQF9DkhkM/Tjrui_T6KwI/AAAAAAAADNM/dCdk3E-wT50/s400/slcupcakes-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637080168485497602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HK9O69yVNdk/TjrwnH4MXCI/AAAAAAAADN0/W2hJwpL7D4w/s400/5843400352_4aef59c930_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637082438527900706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl4ju_RLDfk/Tjrwm5fgWHI/AAAAAAAADNs/KUMBQkwOAJA/s400/4863285821_8a1176fcaf_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637082434666256498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7svG_brupI/TjrwmaVTyjI/AAAAAAAADNk/SLeocaOP1Uo/s400/5964358591_1a74a5ff3b_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637082426301991474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_raEIauSps/TjruikLrtkI/AAAAAAAADNE/f9qH3DXTLI4/s400/honeylimet-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637080161203238466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ex_AJ4X2v6c/TjrujEGdYkI/AAAAAAAADNc/CFkZNnGHvUs/s400/tumblr_lmn5dsRRNc1qgylhko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637080169771262530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pmn7Ilzcju0/TjruiyzyQvI/AAAAAAAADNU/DjvNBFUJUb8/s400/tumblr_lom206aVcq1qhaz8oo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637080165129536242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell that i'm hungry... You must be a fucking idiot. I'm starving :( Which is strange since i had dinner. I miss the meals my mother used to cook. Now she just cooks soup and steam egg or something which is so boring! Ah well, having dinner with my babe and hotties later @ &lt;a href="http://www.thehandburger.com/"&gt;The Handburger&lt;/a&gt; ^^ Since i didn't eat anything in school this entire week (unbelievable but i swear it's true) i have more money to splurge on food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand i need to go to school in the afternoon for Sarawak briefing and i'm not looking forward to it because i missed my presentation... So yup in case they want to give me a chance i'm heading over to the polyclinic to get myself an MC. I've only bought an MC once during sec3. Other times were filled in with parent letters, both forged and real, and after awhile i wasn't even bugged for reasons why i missed school anymore. So i decided not to sleep to catch up with my portfolio and to head to the polyclinic early so i don't have to wait 2h like last time. I think i sank to a new low somewhere, somehow and i swear i'll pick myself up no matter what. Go me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8539790666981761315?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8539790666981761315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/flowers-are-restful-to-look-at-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8539790666981761315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8539790666981761315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/flowers-are-restful-to-look-at-they.html' title='“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.” — Sigmund Freud'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flRQF9DkhkM/Tjrui_T6KwI/AAAAAAAADNM/dCdk3E-wT50/s72-c/slcupcakes-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8898861756170865478</id><published>2011-08-04T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing in the spotlight has no meaning without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"How are you supposed to tell if you're in love with someone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I think I'm in love with you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is so darn sweet and much more sincere not to mention original as compared to whatever i've ever heard. I'm fucking depressed right now thanks to primer. And no one really knows how i feel. Nobody understands my feelings at all. I can't even pinpoint Losing all sorts of motivation like never before because... I don't really know either. Was never a hardworking kid and i highly doubt i'll be one any time soon. But this time, it's different and i can't even begin to describe it. Sometimes i believe that my life is god's personal comedy. I just want to curl up into a ball and pretend this is a fucking bad dream that's taking too long to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my parents to send me to school yesterday because i obviously will not lug that model to school on public transport. I wish they'd stop arguing in the mornings. Went to Macs drive-thru for brekkie and it was awesome. I swear Macs breakfast is still the best ^^ I'm starving even though i had dinner. Mummy always buys the same thing for me from Subway. Felt like asking for something new but after trying others i still think that the Subway Melt and Cold Cut Trio are the best (ham &amp;hearts;) so i don't really mind. Craving something chocolatey right now. Ugh i need to get my chocolate fix bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so angsty and despondent today but i'm really feeling down in the dumps. Yeah and i read through and i realise how quickly my mood changes. Moodswings are happening too often :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8898861756170865478?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8898861756170865478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/standing-in-spotlight-has-no-meaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8898861756170865478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8898861756170865478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/standing-in-spotlight-has-no-meaning.html' title='Standing in the spotlight has no meaning without you'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5528883611472956233</id><published>2011-08-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August please be good to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4skj7jKnU/TjZnNJHS8mI/AAAAAAAADM8/BobkBHTxeGE/s400/251398_10150257137596958_660831957_7953327_5720145_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635805459183235682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this Friday. Meet up with ex-classmates and most of all, being reborn again because Primer One Part Two will be over for me by then. I cannot wait. I must not screw up this final week of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back to work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5528883611472956233?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5528883611472956233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-please-be-good-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5528883611472956233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5528883611472956233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-please-be-good-to-me.html' title='August please be good to me'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co4skj7jKnU/TjZnNJHS8mI/AAAAAAAADM8/BobkBHTxeGE/s72-c/251398_10150257137596958_660831957_7953327_5720145_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3085044291905925423</id><published>2011-07-30T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/32K20ABLK_large.gif" border="0" height="599' width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an itch you couldn't scratch? I've a feeling/memory i cannot take hold of and i swear it's a hundred times worse. It's one of those leftover dream fragments things that has been poisoning my mind of creepiness and sending shivers down my spine because whatever i remember seems so fucking real and normal that it seems as though whatever happens in reality are so surreal in the wrong sense. Maybe it's because the dream continues even when i'm awake, during the groggy stage, that i feel as though it's seeping into reality. Getting so messed up over this. There's a nagging feeling and even though i bury the memory of the dream deep inside once i wake up, occasionally it'll suddenly pop up in my mind and scare the beejeezes out of me. Not cool at all. I feel like this particular dream wants to take over the world -.- Maybe i should lay off the Inception-like analysis for a moment and stop looking too much into it. And stop talking/typing about it. Okay. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^These are the shoes i'm currently lusting after!! They're TopshopXUnderground creepers. Not a must to have them but… Yeah they're black suede and creepers… Although if i can't get them i'll just get the normal Underground ones like i planned to… Wish they have navy suede double-soled ones though! Would so buy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough rambling! Got woken up so many times this morning -_- Even though they're for good reason i felt so sluggish and ugh. At least my headache went &lt;i&gt;poof&lt;/i&gt; into thin air hehe. But my reward was a new mouse which is darn sexy because it's black and herbal chicken soup my grandma simmered the entire morning n_n That's why i luuuuurve being Cantonese; the soups are super awesome! ^_^ Just now there was a fireworks display at the field opposite my house! It wasn't pathetic and measly, it was a full-blown display with over half a dozen types of fireworks lasting about 5-10minutes super gorgeous! What a cheering-up day :') Other happy things today include Rus Anson's shots, B2ST's V.I.U. dance practice video, apple juice, Joseph Gordon-Levitt's Mysterious Skin gifs appearing on my Tumblr dash (&amp;#9825;) and more ice-cream. Lovely day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3085044291905925423?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3085044291905925423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-but-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3085044291905925423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3085044291905925423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-but-insanity.html' title='Nothing but insanity'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-664359495472458171</id><published>2011-07-30T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killerqueen and purikura</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aDxiy451-c/TjKyL11QHvI/AAAAAAAADLs/Fv4vqQO0DzA/s400/tumblr_lp24nyUS6D1qfwo3eo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634762000292650738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THIS PIMPIN' NECKLACE OMG. I don't mind the guy too but i think he's gay :( I spent the whole day sleeping. Really kept to my promise to myself and slept through submission. Woke up nearly 6, ate a little and watched What A Girl Wants on Okto, then curled up in my bed and watched Dude, Where's My Car soon after midnight ^_^ My right hand still hurts from all the cutting but it's like a dull ache now. Going to make the most of this rest day i allocated for myself and take a chill pill (or more). Was talking nonsense with Lixian about how SP and Art Friend is conspiring against us HAHA we're talking about going undercover LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Junhyung's nostrils flare when he says his chinese name makes me laugh. And i'm in love with his Mastermind hair &amp;hearts;_&amp;hearts; Sexy hair is sexy asdfghjkl i want to cut my hair like &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzjbwECUXiY/Taa_bSr5iNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9448CnbncN0/s1600/Junhyung.jpg"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;. Yes that short or unless i choose another style hnnng i want to cut my hair so badly :((((( My hair growth seems to have reached a plateau it hasn't reached my hip WHY :'( Can't understand why guys detest cutting their hair it grows so fast anyway in a month or two it'll change jeez if i'm a guy i'll change my hairstyle all the time!! I'll dye my hair like mad too since i can cut it off any time i want. Guys seriously need to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish i cannot sleep and i wish i'm queuing up with Arynah for SWC tix... Even though i won't be going i just want to do something mad -_- Is it possible to get drunk on Coke? Because i swear i did; i took my brother's 1.5l bottle of Coke and i couldn't walk straight when i left my room for food just now. I couldn't walk straight and knocked into the table and walked into the fan -_- And now i have a headache plus neckache from staring at the computer for too long bleah. I cried 3times today :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-664359495472458171?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/664359495472458171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/killerqueen-and-purikura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/664359495472458171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/664359495472458171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/killerqueen-and-purikura.html' title='Killerqueen and purikura'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aDxiy451-c/TjKyL11QHvI/AAAAAAAADLs/Fv4vqQO0DzA/s72-c/tumblr_lp24nyUS6D1qfwo3eo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-7821737665934656407</id><published>2011-07-27T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be your lighthouse, if you'll be my sea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acG6_Mxz-18/Ti8k2_IispI/AAAAAAAADLc/DcK7VNYdtds/s400/mzz10-03-thanksiceland_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633762185942577810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this shirt! Hehe i don't really know what i'm doing awake right now since i haven't been doing work the past few hours :x I &lt;s&gt;feel all angsty and emo and shit and i&lt;/s&gt; want to sit here writing poems rawr Jess should bring me some alcohol right now 8D Lol jk. I feel like such a fail Chinese T_T Went to Weibo (some Chinese blogging site) &lt;s&gt;to stalk someone&lt;/s&gt; and i had to translate it to English :( Need to improve on my Chinese asap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarah bbg i hope you see this i miss you too and we should go eat ice-cream some time!!! Instead of me sitting in from of my Mac eating ice-cream alone at home -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay i'm going to name my Mac now. Hmm. I wanted to call it Basil but that's for my future kitty cat! But i'm super into spices now wtf! (5min later) Okay i decided to call it Paprika hehehe. Got Japanese name somemore. パプリカ。 Was reminded it thanks to a book of the same name. Shall call it Rika for short. Rika Rika! Lol reminds me of Junhyung and the Pikachu and his &lt;i&gt;Oh yea? Oh yea!&lt;/i&gt; damn fucking cute omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah i'm rambling i should stop now byeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-7821737665934656407?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7821737665934656407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-be-your-lighthouse-if-you-be-my-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7821737665934656407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7821737665934656407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-be-your-lighthouse-if-you-be-my-sea.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll be your lighthouse, if you&amp;#39;ll be my sea.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acG6_Mxz-18/Ti8k2_IispI/AAAAAAAADLc/DcK7VNYdtds/s72-c/mzz10-03-thanksiceland_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4957287716356960603</id><published>2011-07-25T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the world, i'm getting off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVAbLwtVi2U/TixbTiyOAXI/AAAAAAAADLM/vieERZ4CWiY/s400/5513075732_5670a5684c_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632977625246728562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left your blood stain on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You set your sights on him&lt;br /&gt;You left a hand print on the door,&lt;br /&gt;Like all the boys before, like all the boys before (boys boys boys boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our luck, baby, running out&lt;br /&gt;Her clothes were never off&lt;br /&gt;We still have hours to run about&lt;br /&gt;To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen you in a fight you lost, Ive seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)We're under the sheets and you’re killing me&lt;br /&gt;In our house made of paper, your words all over me&lt;br /&gt;We're under the sheets and you’re killin’ me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all the boys before, like all the boys, boys, boys(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here the world wont bring us down&lt;br /&gt;Our plan is golden&lt;br /&gt;Out there a lonely girl could drown&lt;br /&gt;In here we're frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the people go?&lt;br /&gt;My hands are empty&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the answer I should know&lt;br /&gt;Like all the boys before, like all the boys before&lt;br /&gt;(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in a mess baby, we're in a mess babe&lt;br /&gt;Your more is less babe (oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;We're in a mess baby, we're in a mess babe&lt;br /&gt;Your more is less babe (oh, oh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)we're under the sheets and you’re killin me&lt;br /&gt;In our house made of paper, and you’re words all over me&lt;br /&gt;We’re under the sheets and your killin’ me&lt;br /&gt;(Ive seen you in a fight you lost)&lt;br /&gt;Like all the boys before, like all the boys before&lt;br /&gt;We're under the sheets and your killing me&lt;br /&gt;Our house full of paper and you’re words all over me&lt;br /&gt;We're under the sheets and youre killing me&lt;br /&gt;(oh you’re killin me, your killin me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're under the sheets and you’re killing me&lt;br /&gt;In our house made of paper, your words all over me&lt;br /&gt;We're under the sheets and you’re killin me&lt;br /&gt;(killin me, killin me, killin me)&lt;br /&gt;Killin me, killin me, killin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inhale, exhale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should go to sleep soon, gonna have a wake up call from my babe Novia. God knows i shouldn't miss school anymore. Don't really want to sleep but a nap is better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4957287716356960603?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4957287716356960603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-world-i-getting-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4957287716356960603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4957287716356960603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-world-i-getting-off.html' title='Stop the world, i&amp;#39;m getting off.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVAbLwtVi2U/TixbTiyOAXI/AAAAAAAADLM/vieERZ4CWiY/s72-c/5513075732_5670a5684c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4690323093451488663</id><published>2011-07-24T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop all day lepak all night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsULynz2I7A/TivtTX64lEI/AAAAAAAADKs/lOswv_Yme9U/s400/81sdt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632856676051227714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0SaVj6j7Oew/TivtTi-89fI/AAAAAAAADK8/Jd-9EUONkAM/s400/qmrtr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632856679021082098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIORhgNZDok/TivtTi4nTSI/AAAAAAAADK0/HfM1oc15vLg/s400/yonu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632856678994496802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meowmeow. Out with these people yesterday. Was 3 hours late hehe. Missed the flea but i couldn't buy anything anyway since i had and still have no moolah :( Went over to Bussorah Street to take pictures and then we went to browse around Haji Lane. Fun fun fun. Saw a bunch of stuff worthy of spending my measly allowance on but too bad money has been put aside for 'stuffs' already :( I think i found a new favourite store to get guy clothes from woohoo~ Made a new friend called Valerie n_n After dinner we met Arynah that bitch hahaha. I think we went back a while after that. So tired i wanted to die. Went home and slept til afternoon without even removing make up eww. Felt so disgusted that i bathed twice when i woke up lololol. Just went out to get materials, SGD40 for 3 boards and an assortment of transparent/translucent sheets. Fucking rip off can! Thank god i found the cheap ones instead of the expensive ones they put on top -.- Daddy said tahan with my current phone for a while, but then idk when the iPhone 5 will come out!! :( Siao liao la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4690323093451488663?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4690323093451488663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/shop-all-day-lepak-all-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4690323093451488663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4690323093451488663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/shop-all-day-lepak-all-night.html' title='Shop all day lepak all night.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsULynz2I7A/TivtTX64lEI/AAAAAAAADKs/lOswv_Yme9U/s72-c/81sdt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-9045597746382461831</id><published>2011-07-22T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/il_fullxfull.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lusting after this pair of vintage Lees on Etsy then i found out that they were sold already :&amp;lt; Sigh but in the first place i don't even know if they ship to Singapore. Didn't go to school because i overslept and there was no point in going there for 2h where i'd be doing nothing anyway. So shiok because it started raining after awhile and then i went back to sleep. Woke up and watched some You're Beautiful n_n Last year i watched only ep1 &amp;amp; 2 so this time i want to watch more. Even after so long i go all &lt;i&gt;hanyan~&lt;/i&gt; when i watch it hehe. And i spent alot of time on Etsy looking at kewl lil vintage stores but they never seem to ship to Singapore le sigh. Stuff going cheaply too, unlike in Singapore where all the vintage stuff is overpriced just because they're rare. Love &amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150269114019089.336726.23596074088&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt; set of photos alot! Why can't Singapore have 4seasons and summer music festivals :( I want Warped Tour to come here! And bring AA and BMTH too :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so good and lazy that i got kinda annoyed at having to put on some pants because it was afternoon and brother was supposed to come home. I love being at home alone ^_^ I even found out how to make gifs with Photoshop! Hehe i made this gif myself. Speaking about computer designing programs, i managed to get the hang of AutoCAD in a couple of hours yesterday! All my stressing over it was for nought -_- Finished it in half a day but i ended up staying til 10 at night in the studio helping others. At least i managed to squeeze in half an hour's worth of good consultation. Really pleased at my new concept despite my needing to redo everything now! Super grateful to Mr Lim, forever helping more than he should. He was the one who brainstormed for the new concept with me and even told me to skip a model to get things in time. I'll still be real busy though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to make some time for a meet up to visit a flea flea flea tomorrow ^_^ So many things to do after i'm free from this primer! I want to watch Hitchcock movies (starting with Shadow of a Doubt since it's his fave!) and read Stephen King woohoo! And i've decided to put next month's allowance aside for creepers!! Want to get other stuff too but i've been waiting way too long for this pair it's been more than half a year since i've started lusting for them! No more, i'm going to get them ASAP. Mummy will probably make some noise when she sees them since i've just bought new Kitty Vans last week... Heh. But this time i'll be using my own money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thinking of privating my blog... Meow idk! Help me think about it i'm going back to do work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-9045597746382461831?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9045597746382461831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/low-tide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9045597746382461831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9045597746382461831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/low-tide.html' title='Low tide'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-9170407661963777575</id><published>2011-07-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like a baby dinosaur. You eat without chewing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBckZwfu1sA/TiWmOZdqwYI/AAAAAAAADJ8/OPl1EA2SEgQ/s400/tumblr_lnmieuYxoO1qbvpdao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631089675380375938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got me some mini jaffa cakes!! After such a long time :') Feeling very supremely annoyed by AutoCAD right now so i need something to cheer me up hehe. Haven't eaten my fruit today so maybe i will when the new fridge cools down ^_^ My iPod's USB is rusting lol i've been neglecting it. Syncing it right now so it'll finally be updated after 3years hohoho. Think i'll make my model tonight so i can concentrate on AutoCAD in school tomorrow :'( Therefore, tata! I'm not really sure what this blog post is about either, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-9170407661963777575?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9170407661963777575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-like-baby-dinosaur-you-eat-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9170407661963777575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9170407661963777575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-like-baby-dinosaur-you-eat-without.html' title='You&amp;#39;re like a baby dinosaur. You eat without chewing.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBckZwfu1sA/TiWmOZdqwYI/AAAAAAAADJ8/OPl1EA2SEgQ/s72-c/tumblr_lnmieuYxoO1qbvpdao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-317539377928988848</id><published>2011-07-19T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posful</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;#nowplaying プラトゥリ - 春咲センチメンタル&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDneXmj1aSg/TiSRZF5KpII/AAAAAAAADJk/ZdHn2Cp7XkY/s400/tumblr_lojnq9OZX41qikrlno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630785294384669826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;絡めた指をほどいていく、&lt;br /&gt;ちいさくサヨナラ唱えるように。&lt;br /&gt;はぐれた君の名を告げても、&lt;br /&gt;戻らない世界の決まり。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that the thing i miss the most about Japan is it's ice-cream vending machines. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night deciding that you want to eat ice-cream and just having to go downstairs to grab one. It happened, like every night, where us kids would grab our coins and go to the vending machines downstairs. I miss that feeling :'( Out of all the countries i visited, Japan made the most impression on me, so it's also the one where i have the most memories of, even though they mainly consist of food. Heh. I miss Japan so. fucking. much. i'm just gonna drown myself in Japanese blogs once i'm done with the primer!!! I was thinking about Posful and i felt so depressed because i didn't spend much time there :( Even worse was at Haneda Airport :( I was super excited about the Hello Kitty store and when i went back after dinner it was closed already /cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the midst of making another 1:100 model :( Thanks to my odd shapes + use of drawing block as material it's taking quite some time. Getting so fucking annoyed that i can't concentrate on it anymore. School was fine, Jieloon showed me his videos of KMW and i laughed my head off at his "Tonightttttttttttttttt" and we went spazzy over Jiyong hehehe. The presentations bored everyone to death and thank god it's over. But we still have to edit the slides before submission :( Had butter chicken (finally!!) after school!! So sinful but so good ^_^ Went home and fell asleep straight away, but then i was awoken for my second dinner at about 10.30. Super delicious, even thought the food had gone cold. Still keeping up with my eat-fruits-everyday thing~ For some reason i managed to lose weight again, but my tummy feels puffy... Is it malnutrition? :'( I mean, i do eat a lot but they aren't exactly always healthy... I don't want to be malnutritioned!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled on some pictures on my dash just now, and my eyes went from &lt;b&gt;-_-&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;o_o&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;O_O&lt;/b&gt; so guess what i saw?? I saw pictures of the photobook Fiction Written by Beast. I want!!!! Seungie looks like an angel in there :3 But too bad it's limited so... le sobs T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jessica i ordered these hehehe can't wait for them to arrive~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryIuEiCpdmI/TiSX8pgB2DI/AAAAAAAADJ0/X7exEcmL5Tc/s400/s640x480.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630792502308100146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGObojuJ5s4/TiSX8ZPI49I/AAAAAAAADJs/sS-V4lgpJlI/s400/s640x480%2B%25281%2529.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630792497942291410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't spend anymore this month though sucks to be on a shoestring budget. And now... Back to the model :( My entire blog post is chock full of unhappy smileys today :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-317539377928988848?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/317539377928988848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/posful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/317539377928988848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/317539377928988848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/posful.html' title='Posful'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDneXmj1aSg/TiSRZF5KpII/AAAAAAAADJk/ZdHn2Cp7XkY/s72-c/tumblr_lojnq9OZX41qikrlno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2096393717583402707</id><published>2011-07-17T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We believe in the existence in this country of a vast reading public for intelligent books at a low price and staked everything on it." - Allen Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTQod1E56os/TiMGYlbJnBI/AAAAAAAADJc/ZI-VNhkxLtU/s400/282040_244465105572514_100000270791328_1011513_3599009_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630350978575866898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMqQG8wliis/TiMGX3dBNKI/AAAAAAAADJU/XOsBMN8rQ5o/s400/268827_244465288905829_100000270791328_1011524_5764982_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630350966235673762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZebBMX6OVzU/TiMGXg0w5QI/AAAAAAAADJM/8n_ccYEoO1Q/s400/285559_244465212239170_100000270791328_1011519_4070075_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630350960161252610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glEnalnbop8/TiMGXRSt5kI/AAAAAAAADJE/TDNrsKnka2M/s400/281940_244465025572522_100000270791328_1011506_1820797_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630350955991918146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqM89I_Mjc/TiMEmAx2JSI/AAAAAAAADIc/-aiJM64HjeY/s400/284388_244465068905851_100000270791328_1011510_2611780_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630349010233861410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJyLGmvved8/TiMElwDrnbI/AAAAAAAADIU/b0z39MOh93A/s400/284401_244465325572492_100000270791328_1011527_7307884_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630349005745266098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rohzEC5avU/TiMElY1SMKI/AAAAAAAADIM/-bOoKMt9c_o/s400/268195_244465348905823_100000270791328_1011530_7862248_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630348999510864034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3C0ztHjJuY/TiMEkuxZ82I/AAAAAAAADH8/kunLyaBi_tM/s400/284256_244465375572487_100000270791328_1011531_3324976_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630348988220306274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures from yesterday! The first picture is my favorite one, taken on Joelle's camera :) If you haven't realized i have a strong preference for landscape photographs so even though there was a lovely picture i took i didn't put it up but the quote's in the title. I don't really like the strong yellow tone in the pictures but it was on automatic mode and clicking the shutter repeatedly while testing for a nicer mode felt out of place in such a quiet place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i stayed at home and lunch and dinner was bought back for me. Daddy wishes for me to get the iPhone, so now all i can do is hope that mummy wouldn't complain too much about the money part. If i do get one, i'll be turning into an Apple junkie since i have an iPod (which i haven't used for 3years) and a Mac already. Did more work than usual, though not a lot, and watched about three-quarters of Girl, Interrupted. I am once again deeply in love with Angelina Jolie. I prefer the wild her in the movie as compared to the sophisticated woman she is now. I also prefer the younger Winona Ryder and i love the clothes she wore in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was downloading Requiem of a Dream but it's taking really long so i paused it for now. I saw the ending of it on Youtube and it was so… I have a feeling this is one of those movies which will bring out the depressed side of me the way The Blind Side did. Except that this has no happy ending and is so darn tragic i think i'd actually cry for once :( I went to look for piano covers of the song and i sorta died when i saw them -.- Look at &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQao_fRu6wE"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt; and tell me how i'm supposed to master it T_T I suppose it'll have to wait til the September holidays though. I'm thinking of writing a list of what to do during the holidays instead of wasting time; it's going to be my test of willpower. Surprisingly even though it's the school term life seems to be much more exciting. I suppose it's because i can do things on a whim now, such as dinner with my coursemates, and weekends are treasured times with the usuals so i try not to miss out on meetups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just past 12 and since i want to finish my movie tonight i think i'll go offline earlier tonight. Goodnight everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2096393717583402707?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2096393717583402707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe-in-existence-in-this-country-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2096393717583402707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2096393717583402707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe-in-existence-in-this-country-of.html' title='&amp;quot;We believe in the existence in this country of a vast reading public for intelligent books at a low price and staked everything on it.&amp;quot; - Allen Lane'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTQod1E56os/TiMGYlbJnBI/AAAAAAAADJc/ZI-VNhkxLtU/s72-c/282040_244465105572514_100000270791328_1011513_3599009_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4012626538617632809</id><published>2011-07-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in the cloudy stratosphere</title><content type='html'>Hi! Back from shopping some time ago ^^ Went to An Ode to Penguin with Joelle. It was a small room but filled with books; i could die of jealousy! Many familiar names such as Ernest Hemingway, E.E. Cummings, Slyvia Plath, Edgar Allen Poe, etc just to mention a few. Bought a clipboard and before you laugh, let me just say that a clipboard is very important in my course for taking down notes easily so it was a good buy. Unlike Joelle's for despite it being a notebook, she will never use it -.- Accompanied her for lunch at Raffles before heading to town alone to get my shoes. Found them retailing cheaper than i expected; thank you unreliable internet source! Tsk. They even came with badges and stickers. I'll upload pictures next time, ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4012626538617632809?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4012626538617632809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/up-in-cloudy-stratosphere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4012626538617632809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4012626538617632809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/up-in-cloudy-stratosphere.html' title='Up in the cloudy stratosphere'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6277884822888130989</id><published>2011-07-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:47.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/tumblr_llantaWulj1qa2xxwo1_500.gif" width="400" height="245"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On candystripe legs the spiderman comes&lt;br /&gt;Softly through the shadow of the evening sun&lt;br /&gt;Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the victim shivering in bed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi, these are lyrics from the song i'm currently obsessed with, called Lullaby by The Cure. In the end i didn't sleep at all yesterday. I stayed up all night/morning and headed to school on time. Met Jess on the train. I admit i do get loopy when i don't have enough sleep; i like to call it my reserve energy kicking in. The downside of not sleeping is the hunger pangs. I'm hungry practically every hour of the day. As if being established as the resident Sleeping Beauty isn't enough, i'll soon be called the Bottomless Pit (which i actually prefer over Sleeping Beauty). School was a waste of time. I got so sleepy by noon that i could barely react.It was fun during brunch though, where the guys decided to prank Ryan and i joined in pretending to be the friend of an imaginary beng named Ah Seng. My cover was blown when i typed "Okay can" though :( But gullible Ryan believed that it was my number when it was in fact Nick's. Had a lot of fun typing crudely, sort of like a blast in the past, back to my wilder lower secondary days. Was looking forward to eating butter chicken somewhere near school, but somehow that got cancelled... I still had a delicious dinner though, courtesy of Tessa's recommendation, and what else to end the meal than with a tasty dollop of gossip and looking over my shoulder at someone playing Tetris. My meet up with Joelle has been postponed to later, but she managed to get the tickets already, so it'll be less inconvenient for i wouldn't have to travel all over now. Am meeting Meiling in the afternoon, and i desperately need to look for new slip-ons. Not espadrilles this time, but my Hello Kitty x Vans ones! Hopefully, the price is reasonable enough, if i even manage to find it /cross fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got people who ask me about poly life. They seem to have the misconception that it's relaxing and fun and better by a mile (or more) than JC. That's not true, and i blame myself for projecting the wrong idea. I'm a special case who places enjoyment at a high spot on my priority list, so i do seem less busy. Of course i don't have more than 24h a day, so sleepytime is forsaken very often, and my health is deteriorating rapidly. Throw into this lousy potion of school, play and sleep my latest obsession Tetris Battle, and you have a prime example of DON'T-DO-THIS. I know my heck care attitude has rubbed on others, i'll try to curb it :) Speaking about Tetris, i found my oooold Brick Game controller, which is basically primitive Tetris. Was so excited, but unfortunately even after i changed the batteries it doesn't work anymore :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this word vomit right now, i do love my image today. The artistry of a diluting gold-flecked green eye is a joy to look at, no matter how disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6277884822888130989?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6277884822888130989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6277884822888130989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6277884822888130989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2655873754282035521</id><published>2011-07-15T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut the fuck up and let me smoke my fag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAQVJvx3BW4/Th8pB0YcnJI/AAAAAAAADH0/Jeld8wwP6Hk/s400/tumblr_lltgqiBH681qiccwjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629263170454199442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my title today is... I always hold conversations with my friends when they smoke, but that's only because they initiate it, or else i wouldn't speak because i feel that it's bothersome for them to answer while inhaling or exhaling. I've always wondered what people who dislike talking while they're smoking would say to someone bugging them and this came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overslept by 9 hours today because i slept through my alarm clocks on snooze. How i do it i have no idea, my ears seem to shut down on their own. Dinner was super yummy today! The fried fish was damn sex coz it was boneless and the sauce was purrfect meow. And the vege was broccoli and i love the brocolli my mother cooks coz they're so crunchy but soft ^^ And the steamed egg + tofu + minced meat thing! One of the best homecooked meals recently :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added some more movies to my Must Watch list, will download them to watch after i'm done with my primer :)&lt;br /&gt;- The Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;- Girl, Interrupted&lt;br /&gt;-Clerks II&lt;br /&gt;While i'm at it i might as well watch Clerks. Can't wait! Also added things to my booklist~ Perks of a Wallflower, Looking for Alaska, The Hypnotist, Chasing Fire, Skippy Dies and The Weirdstone of Brisingamen. That's half of my holiday taken up already ^^ Oh, i'll be going to Sarawak for a school trip in December, and if we get Week2, i'll probably be going to Malacca too on the first week then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of getting the soles of my feet tattooed as my birthday present to myself for next year! That'll be exciting and fun and ticklish lol. Was so excited this morning. Just now i was told to switch the dryer off before i go to sleep, but then i didn't know how to so went to look it and i switched on the kitchen toilet's light and i was illuminated so in the plastic/glass panel circle cover of the dryer i saw a double reflection of myself!!! The first one was really solid and had a fish-eye effect and the second one was larger and was super ghostly. Plus the dryer insides were spinning and i got so high after i saw that ^^ Or maybe it was just the chocolates hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're trap in a vortex of troubles, think of silly little things that cheer you up :) Have lessons at 8 so i'm going to try to sleep soon even though i'm not feeling sleepy! Heart no Kuni no Alice as a bedtime read perhaps? Haha even with my lack of money i'm still squeezing in some shopping :&gt; Rather excited for my next buy~&amp;#9825; Alrighty then, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2655873754282035521?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2655873754282035521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/shut-fuck-up-and-let-me-smoke-my-fag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2655873754282035521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2655873754282035521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/shut-fuck-up-and-let-me-smoke-my-fag.html' title='Shut the fuck up and let me smoke my fag.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAQVJvx3BW4/Th8pB0YcnJI/AAAAAAAADH0/Jeld8wwP6Hk/s72-c/tumblr_lltgqiBH681qiccwjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-85862408931889797</id><published>2011-07-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now all your love is wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQzBltU1IZc/Th20yWVDZwI/AAAAAAAADHs/YmsGNP38XXQ/s400/262389_10150242817317939_607012938_7675036_1556913_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628853886363330306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in Letitia's bowler hat and our assortment of surprised, or something, expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired since i haven't slept a wink since my short nap at dawn. Yawnxzc. Haven't been able to concentrate on work so i've been chatting on Twitter. It has never been so obvious how privileged Wenwei is omg. Ordering shoes from London then flying over to collect them during his holidays. Sales have sprung up everywhere and i dearly wish i wasn't so short on money this month when the GSS is ending. Unfortunately i need to pay for my bus fares this month as i don't have concession so that means 10 dollars less a week, not to mention my very frequent outings and enjoyment of good food. Trying to be thrifty isn't working out very well, i cannot seem to beat the urge to spend less on food and shopping. The only upside is probably how food in SP is cheaper so i get to save &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; money which i promptly spend away during the weekends. Thank the lucky stars i have learnt how to exercise self-control at fleas now. Am going to An Ode to Penguin's exhibition this Friday evening, excited but also worried that it'll be too boring for someone like me. Saturday will most likely be spent with my babygirl Meiling, it's been a loooong time and even though we have no money it'll definitely still be fun :) Talking about people i haven't seen in a long time, i met Gerald on the MRT this morning. Smiled from brain to brain, it's been that long. Had the loveliest chat with him on the train ride to school, and the day proceeded well. Wasn't late for OC, was rather hardworking for once and had a dinner i missed a lot. Also collected my crochet shorts from the post office. Will wear it soon. I cannot remember if there's anything else left other than my Cheap Monz purse. Oh and for fellow foodies out there looking for a cheap dessert, get the McDonald's coupon for the chocolate meltz. Oh and uhm Nuffnang's been recording visitors from all over the world for some reason, idk if it's true. Sorry for the word vomit, i think i should go soon, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-85862408931889797?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/85862408931889797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-all-your-love-is-wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/85862408931889797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/85862408931889797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/now-all-your-love-is-wasted.html' title='Now all your love is wasted'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQzBltU1IZc/Th20yWVDZwI/AAAAAAAADHs/YmsGNP38XXQ/s72-c/262389_10150242817317939_607012938_7675036_1556913_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3960840542598199699</id><published>2011-07-13T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;#nowplaying The Cure - Lullaby&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qY8gcSljJZY/ThyyOxcb6jI/AAAAAAAADHc/qHRl_bNO0Rc/s400/5874236218_24db47b4b8_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628569601166797362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of days of drying my red daisy the stem has become partially hollow. It's so fragile, i don't think i can keep the entire plant but may have to cut off the stem :( School in a few hours, meh. Not looking forward to OC, ES and potential HTA. All the boring ones in a day, no wonder i dislike Wednesdays now. I think i want to look for a job soon. I prefer staying in school to do my work so i don't have to lug materials and tools around. Ugh badly wish we're back in those days where DARCH students were allowed to camp overnight in the studio. If they're so afraid of us stealing the computers they can just lock up those areas and put us in an empty room with only tables and chairs! Craving ice-cream now, but i should just go take a nap shouldn't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3960840542598199699?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3960840542598199699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/ode-to-penguin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3960840542598199699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3960840542598199699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/ode-to-penguin.html' title='An Ode to Penguin'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qY8gcSljJZY/ThyyOxcb6jI/AAAAAAAADHc/qHRl_bNO0Rc/s72-c/5874236218_24db47b4b8_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8560297097918629719</id><published>2011-07-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenology</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzl0liNC5a4/ThmmfbB2RfI/AAAAAAAADHU/zC1iG0uKzaA/s400/142BW01---W-PROJECT-HORIZON.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627712268137809394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirius is dying as i type this. Been researching about the Chapel of St Ignatius and and i got the most difficult one which was phenomenology. Thinking about leaving it aside and continuing with the rest of my work. Meh. Annoyed because no one uploaded scans of the book. Thankfully i found something by Lanting Tian and i'm hoping the points in there will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start a list of places to visit and food to eat in Singapore hehe. Oh and i ate 11 Ferrero Rochers today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8560297097918629719?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8560297097918629719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/phenomenology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8560297097918629719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8560297097918629719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/phenomenology.html' title='Phenomenology'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzl0liNC5a4/ThmmfbB2RfI/AAAAAAAADHU/zC1iG0uKzaA/s72-c/142BW01---W-PROJECT-HORIZON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-9206376721180497051</id><published>2011-07-10T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be fucking rad</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9ZT-k2sv9E/ThiTOw3zWLI/AAAAAAAADHM/7VkfaZp9YiA/s400/tumblr_lnvojs68Ir1qc0ju5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627409616245840050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow meow hiiiii how was your day? I went to watch Transformers 3 with Sarah, Taiming, Jianhao and JJ ^_^ Plain technological porn. I like!!! The humans were wishy-washy and annoying they should focus more on the Transformers! But other than that i liked it very much :)) I spent ALL my money today :( Food + concession + movie + shopping... Although the chocolate melts were so sex and the twister fries were a tastegasm and my Pontian noodle was yummilicious and the shopping made me happy and concession was a must and the movie is the whole point. Okay okay fine it's money well-spent. Therefore next week i'm gonna save up as much as i can. Gonna stalk some Japanese street fashion now hehe. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-9206376721180497051?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9206376721180497051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-fucking-rad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9206376721180497051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9206376721180497051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-fucking-rad.html' title='Be fucking rad'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9ZT-k2sv9E/ThiTOw3zWLI/AAAAAAAADHM/7VkfaZp9YiA/s72-c/tumblr_lnvojs68Ir1qc0ju5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6090485546828422148</id><published>2011-07-09T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill me or kill them</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KBx69WjryY/ThdR214C1rI/AAAAAAAADHE/iHI8VtbHRYo/s400/tumblr_lnxpx44eNp1qghl7oo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627056262039656114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school yesterday even though i was awake and definitely wouldn't be late but i was ill since 4 in the morning so in the end i stayed home. Was sick til dinnertime, maybe coz all the toxins in my body were purged by then. New assignment for CADP in AutoCAD and i think i can just die now, except that i haven't been to the National History Museum's dinosaur gallery yet so i can't. Been listening to all sorts of mellow music + drips of dubstep today so i'm feeling kind of zen right now. Went to dry my daisy. The red hasn't been so vibrant the past few days :( Heard it'll turn black but i'm trying first. It's not like it takes any effort on my part to dry it. If it works maybe i could start a collection of dried flowers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3am now and i need to wake up to do work tomorrow before going to watch Transformers with part of Jux Keydings, so i'm going to sleep soon. Goodnight ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6090485546828422148?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6090485546828422148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/kill-me-or-kill-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6090485546828422148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6090485546828422148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/kill-me-or-kill-them.html' title='Kill me or kill them'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KBx69WjryY/ThdR214C1rI/AAAAAAAADHE/iHI8VtbHRYo/s72-c/tumblr_lnxpx44eNp1qghl7oo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-370352450918287501</id><published>2011-07-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marine yatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ne643QuBCZs/ThW9eDvtnMI/AAAAAAAADGc/oS0tZ1BefCg/s400/tumblr_lda2eoDYWo1qev6iio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626611633568455874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish so badly to have this!^ Can i ask mummy to knit me one :3 Anyway i'm quite proud of myself for being at about the same speed as the rest of the class and i don't want to be slow again! Doing my parti diagrams now and hopefully i'll really be done with week9 by tomorrow so i can do my drawing portfolio over the weekend ^^ Oh and my Cheap Monday coin purse + TSR shorts are probably arriving soon... Feels damn shiok when my items arrived after i forget about them can. Plus payment long over so i don't need to bother about money woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today i saw Kaya after a looooooong time and we shared his electronic cigarette and idk if i was supposed to cough because i didn't and he looked at me surprised. It smelt and tasted like strawberry :3 And because it was only vapour he was smoking it in the studio. Hehe and Ryan tied his hair in the studio today on his own accord. Okay la maybe only because he happened to be in a good mood when i was egging him on. He actually looks like one of those wuxia guys lol. Oh and Letitia's Gryffindor scarf!! Jelly when i saw it! And Jess has a Slytherin one ahhhh i need one too :( Or a time-turner necklace that'll be way awesome ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga's painting the town red and Jordy skipped school today to see her ugh i'm so jelly!! Heard she's coming back next year yay ^^ Can't wait til i see Jordy tomorrow/Friday to get some of her vibes from him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm what else ah. Ohya Wenwei made Twitter, i spent a bomb on stationary, the fridge is spoilt (FML) and life is busy. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-370352450918287501?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/370352450918287501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/marine-yatch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/370352450918287501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/370352450918287501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/marine-yatch.html' title='Marine yatch'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ne643QuBCZs/ThW9eDvtnMI/AAAAAAAADGc/oS0tZ1BefCg/s72-c/tumblr_lda2eoDYWo1qev6iio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6591811391576569157</id><published>2011-07-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuWqKckdlRk/ThSAvwD0uXI/AAAAAAAADGU/HqeCY-prGdE/s400/il_570xN.158336175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626263392335739250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hi hi hi hi hi if anyone can buy me this i'll kiss you kthxbye. It's Tony Alamo btw just leaving it here so you can locate it more easily.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT i forgot that Mel said she can help me make one ^_^ Not the original but similar hehe can't wait til i get money and buy a plain jacket and we can go shopping for fabric paint :))))) Better than paying USD600 for it -.- Anyway i need to sleep early tonight because i cannot miss school again like i did today. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheesung's Hell is making me feel shit miserable but i cannot get it out of repeat. Ugh what is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6591811391576569157?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6591811391576569157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/fruit-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6591811391576569157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6591811391576569157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/fruit-machine.html' title='Fruit machine'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuWqKckdlRk/ThSAvwD0uXI/AAAAAAAADGU/HqeCY-prGdE/s72-c/il_570xN.158336175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4569670657276302433</id><published>2011-07-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self destruction in such a pretty little thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6cc00hmaIw/ThM4vhd3X5I/AAAAAAAADGM/Kf_fm1xMknw/s400/263901_2204427118182_1472491010_32464098_8066490_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625902748604522386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ_et_l18Uc/ThM4vbnyQ6I/AAAAAAAADGE/hX-B-xuYoCM/s400/263536_2154027845265_1083487299_32293235_88265_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625902747035517858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow meow how's life y'all. Monday was wear-a-dress day and yesterday oversized-SP-shirt-plus-funky-hair day. LOL don't laugh at Jieloon okay his hairband is Ferragamo hahaha okay fine he took it from his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something random, a quote from Ryan: &lt;i&gt;Fuck you two la. I in the train then my phone keep vibrating-.- it's as good as dry humping me.&lt;/i&gt; Very relevant if you know which picture we're talking about ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving up for new shoes, film and hair dye! I am going to starve myself this month. My life right now is Asking Alexandria, Mousehunt, primers and bloodshot eyes. How nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4569670657276302433?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4569670657276302433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/self-destruction-in-such-pretty-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4569670657276302433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4569670657276302433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/self-destruction-in-such-pretty-little.html' title='Self destruction in such a pretty little thing'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6cc00hmaIw/ThM4vhd3X5I/AAAAAAAADGM/Kf_fm1xMknw/s72-c/263901_2204427118182_1472491010_32464098_8066490_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2007639322391115484</id><published>2011-07-05T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke out of the harness/Stumbled in the darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZpxPubwcUU/ThIIqjy9edI/AAAAAAAADF8/nZGzMIhzsps/s400/tumblr_lkb4amjV8P1qc49m9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625568411795683794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to listen to more mellow music right now, which explains my new blog song. Today was pretty much a waste of time. Woke up late and missed lecture, went to the URA library but couldn't find the development plans for Kampong Glam and didn't manage to eat tau huay :( Although dinner was still great since i had ayam penyat. Spent &gt;SGD10 on food today therefore i have to be really thrifty if i want to save any money this week. I think i'll wear my comfy new cardigan to school tomorrow hehe. Anyway, my Formspring is so dead so i'll do some shameless self-promotion here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fxlicia"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fxlicia"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fxlicia"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fxlicia"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i realise that i'm a word vomit kind of person, so thank you if you read everything i type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2007639322391115484?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2007639322391115484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/broke-out-of-harnessstumbled-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2007639322391115484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2007639322391115484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/broke-out-of-harnessstumbled-in.html' title='Broke out of the harness/Stumbled in the darkness'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZpxPubwcUU/ThIIqjy9edI/AAAAAAAADF8/nZGzMIhzsps/s72-c/tumblr_lkb4amjV8P1qc49m9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-4191820637572432690</id><published>2011-07-04T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is freedom therapeutic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9smqITEd7dM/ThC1Sj4ezkI/AAAAAAAADF0/he2HidAo4yM/s400/tumblr_lnqiq5zZB11qfp0dho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625195265060163138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of the spinning teacups idea Lizzie and i had. We wanted to have spinning teacups along the long pavement from the MRT to the gate so we wouldn't have to walk. Oh, and i'll be wearing a dress to school tomorrow. Hip hip hooray! On a side note, rumors have surfaced of Kikwang smoking. But to me he looks too cute and too much of a health nut to smoke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-4191820637572432690?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4191820637572432690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-freedom-therapeutic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4191820637572432690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/4191820637572432690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-freedom-therapeutic.html' title='Is freedom therapeutic?'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9smqITEd7dM/ThC1Sj4ezkI/AAAAAAAADF0/he2HidAo4yM/s72-c/tumblr_lnqiq5zZB11qfp0dho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-608835369938051339</id><published>2011-07-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Bunny Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPtgd_PgIK4/ThCNbRshuAI/AAAAAAAADFs/aqizYOl_VwY/s400/268204_237679756251049_100000270791328_981707_7485883_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625151434331895810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_4cevjCSOw/ThCNbDtiPGI/AAAAAAAADFk/iszhjUILFmU/s400/260479_237680392917652_100000270791328_981733_3326330_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625151430578027618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9_IRdkroVs/ThCNbN-LpiI/AAAAAAAADFc/P8BdZppIRDA/s400/264431_237681239584234_100000270791328_981756_5572980_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625151433332205090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncOzjw0-Wtg/ThCNa3FU5zI/AAAAAAAADFU/vn9BRgYfaTc/s400/268064_237684016250623_100000270791328_981839_2330634_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625151427188156210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlAvRb2pY88/ThCMoJZEdXI/AAAAAAAADFM/MmgTin49SoA/s400/264129_237682949584063_100000270791328_981799_4645511_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625150555929474418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aPrFOJ2jtc/ThCMnmuZriI/AAAAAAAADFE/eJqIhkIiFKY/s400/263928_237683396250685_100000270791328_981825_8091528_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625150546623704610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXdd6pHzVyk/ThCMnKHAosI/AAAAAAAADE8/sN_vWfDlNjw/s400/271079_237684102917281_100000270791328_981843_6075833_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625150538942292674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZo4LfUaQy4/ThCMmvojcNI/AAAAAAAADE0/cBP5uvwMeD4/s400/269401_237687152916976_100000270791328_981933_2986310_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625150531835228370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYm1koiaSd8/ThCMmvn6QmI/AAAAAAAADEs/x-r602t6vxk/s400/267564_237692102916481_100000270791328_982072_109931_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625150531832529506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late morning spent on Dempsey Hill. Think lush greenery, quirky food and the cold air enveloping you when you step into the blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i missed out on another date with Sarah. I miss her and my potato chunks :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-608835369938051339?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/608835369938051339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/flower-bunny-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/608835369938051339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/608835369938051339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/flower-bunny-soup.html' title='Flower Bunny Soup'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPtgd_PgIK4/ThCNbRshuAI/AAAAAAAADFs/aqizYOl_VwY/s72-c/268204_237679756251049_100000270791328_981707_7485883_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-1070823534807009480</id><published>2011-07-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot to give that leaves you breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kSgrKK6E6o/Tg8oymJ4vWI/AAAAAAAADEk/6BHE2YzXE0M/s400/tumblr_lnpeuuOzuZ1qbb6dxo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624759309309623650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mys1evArhZ0/Tg8oycZ0ugI/AAAAAAAADEc/kwTUO_cBlBs/s400/tumblr_lnpewnNH4T1qbb6dxo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624759306692114946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pix haven't been uploaded yet so here's Hyunseung ^^ You don't have to tell me he's adorbz because i already know that :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll update about today since i think i'd forget what happened by the time Joelle uploads the pictures. Yup so today we went to the Loewen cluster for the Farmer's Market and the Dempsey cluster for other random things. And i wore a dress too. I've been spending money on all sorts of quirky food lately. Supremely rich chocolate cupcake from My Fat Lady, beef cornish pasty from The Pantry and alcoholic marshmallows from Marshies Avenue. Rum and kahlua…? I want to try kahlua because i heard it's coffee-ish. Lots more quirky food such as hibiscus jam (yummy), paella (yummy2) and tortilla chips (not my type) and something Turkish which is not my type. Oh and i also went into crazy animal-lover mode when i saw this hugeass black dog and a fat cat that looks like a real life Garfield. I pet both of them! I want a pet :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a flea nearby which was boring but i bought a ring and a red daisy which i ended up carrying all day. I'm lazy so i'll just list out the places we went to after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jones the Grocer &gt; Red Sea Gallery &gt; Ben&amp;Jerry's &gt; Beauty Emporium &gt; Town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally ate my chicken chao fan! Been craving it so much ever since i stopped working. Still tastes as good. Even though i ate something so oily and fattening today i'm pretty sure i walked it off because my legs are bloody aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if any of you decide that i need a present because you forgot about my birthday or something, you can buy me the Where's Wally Gold Edition from Woods in the Books or The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Looking for Alaska, The Hypnotist or Chasing Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i want warm waffles frizzled with chocolate syrup and topped with a generous helping of chocolate ice-cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-1070823534807009480?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1070823534807009480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/lot-to-give-that-leaves-you-breathless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1070823534807009480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1070823534807009480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/lot-to-give-that-leaves-you-breathless.html' title='A lot to give that leaves you breathless'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kSgrKK6E6o/Tg8oymJ4vWI/AAAAAAAADEk/6BHE2YzXE0M/s72-c/tumblr_lnpeuuOzuZ1qbb6dxo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3085743068873969994</id><published>2011-07-02T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know love and i don't know goodbyes</title><content type='html'>M30W. So much for sleeping early. I ended up doing my montage coz i had to wait for AutoCAD to finish downloading. And now i don't want to stop my AA playlist halfway so i'm not sleeping til at least one album is done. Hopefully i won't be too sleepy for the long day later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3085743068873969994?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3085743068873969994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-don-know-love-and-i-don-know-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3085743068873969994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3085743068873969994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-don-know-love-and-i-don-know-goodbyes.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t know love and i don&amp;#39;t know goodbyes'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6389604133298295667</id><published>2011-07-02T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity is lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zIyGeRZ4bw/Tg4EUGZEK0I/AAAAAAAADEU/6ZjgjkXlraU/s400/267470_236824889669869_100000270791328_978103_8031853_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624437727991966530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4L6vycYefU/Tg4EUFzOanI/AAAAAAAADEM/OHF677Vk7NA/s400/268622_236777746341250_100000270791328_977765_7458853_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624437727833254514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGlu2J8LPSY/Tg4ET7qgPuI/AAAAAAAADEE/6apHzBrzT2g/s400/269703_236779136341111_100000270791328_977814_3545840_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624437725112319714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkway and Tanjong Pagar. And uhm i couldn't find a nice picture with Sarah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Joelle and Sarah came down to SP and we somehow became the models for Maurice's school project... Idk. Although as a result we had free 30min at the karaoke room. Kept falling asleep in class thanks to my all-nighter. Went over to ION for some good ol' window shopping and in the end i bought the loveliest cardi from River Island. Men-sized L but idgaf it's so comfy and the perfect colour ^^ And tried on some 4inch heels at F21 which made me a giant. But surprisingly comfy and not wobbly at all and i could jump in them so yeah it was fun. That Jiaying should join us soon :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6389604133298295667?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6389604133298295667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/spontaneity-is-lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6389604133298295667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6389604133298295667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/spontaneity-is-lovely.html' title='Spontaneity is lovely'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zIyGeRZ4bw/Tg4EUGZEK0I/AAAAAAAADEU/6ZjgjkXlraU/s72-c/267470_236824889669869_100000270791328_978103_8031853_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-7141379318497663539</id><published>2011-07-01T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXlUlfWQi6c/TgzQnb4GekI/AAAAAAAADD8/wC2gQBIE4Kg/s400/IMG_3572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624099410595445314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TfZeuajjLE/TgzQm3nzqZI/AAAAAAAADD0/r0pZLZUA3C8/s400/IMG_3412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624099400863426962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDOGSdwbUcg/TgzQmlZhn-I/AAAAAAAADDs/e2aUpIIKPnQ/s400/267391_10150241566036633_754056632_7488723_1712400_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624099395971686370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving Hershey's Ice Breakers bad right now! Yesterday i saw Bert on the train and he gave me one and now i want moarrr :&lt; Yup so if you follow me on Twitter you would have known that i missed school. Put 3 alarm clocks and i slept through them for 4h. So in the end i missed the presentation and everyone probably wants to kill me now. I don't know how i do it either i think my ears auto stop doing their job once i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i met Joelle and Zul for a jaunt to Tanjong Pagar Railway Station before it closes. Then we met up with Sarah for some Ann Siang Hill and ended the day with dinner at Maxwell. Pictures above are from site analysis (for my montage) the day before and Saturday with Mel. Yeah and it's 4.30am already i should sleep soon but there's no point since i need to wake in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You should marry me Hyunseung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-7141379318497663539?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7141379318497663539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/mr-hurricane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7141379318497663539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7141379318497663539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/07/mr-hurricane.html' title='Mr Hurricane'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXlUlfWQi6c/TgzQnb4GekI/AAAAAAAADD8/wC2gQBIE4Kg/s72-c/IMG_3572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5923226394909632282</id><published>2011-06-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soom</title><content type='html'>666th post! Don't worry, i'm not gonna go all crazy Satanic on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oVTdvksOHA/Tgnq4mlMa7I/AAAAAAAADDk/Rn6ueLZEak0/s400/270462_10150304927672095_749507094_9901743_2115859_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283867898899378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bI8W5rcz4gU/Tgnq4LluESI/AAAAAAAADDc/aBJ6C7K0uDU/s400/271046_10150304940522095_749507094_9901911_8082499_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283860653347106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09oiat_eGJY/Tgnq4BB-g1I/AAAAAAAADDU/XapEgS15MeQ/s400/264541_10150304939972095_749507094_9901899_3142894_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283857819075410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ3ki2-h9yM/Tgnq3z8EyRI/AAAAAAAADDM/Xx6hoH9ml3I/s400/268706_2124180981599_1158096938_2569055_72580_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283854304659730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been going back to Kampong Glam these 2 days i'm so tired of that place already. It's not like it's very easy to go there what with the 10min walk and the sweltering hot sun there. Since i have classmates with pro cameras and are really efficient in uploading photos (unlike Joelle -.-), i suppose my blog won't look so boring now. And i was super sleepy when the fourth photo was taken coz i slept only 1h+ so i had this blur act superstar face. Oh and next to me is Wenwei-the-guy-who-went-to-Iceland-&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;-London-and-got-me-a-red-London-bus-model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i fucking love takoyaki nomnomnom. Even more with cheese ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and today was so chock full of excitement (not) because i travelled so much i want to die -.- Not to mention walking around with Elizabeth to take measurements of the shophouses and later doing the anthropometry thing in the studio. Although my reward was getting to have Joelle's camera for 2 days. Thank god i followed Ryan to Kampong Glam because my phone died halfway and once i reached Pasir Ris i realised that i didn't know my way around at night. Plus it was crowded and he chose the bus where we had seats hehe. And he is actually nice to talk to, not like the awkward kind where you don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do some stalking with Joelle's camera tomorrow. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way have i spoken about Hyunseung yet? Not yet i guess but if you follow me on Twitter you would have known by now. He's fantabulously adorable and i love him currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us Year Ones are given the chance of going to Sarawak in September. So tempting but 1. I don't want to get tanned 2. Hygiene issues 3. I'm lazy 4. Have never been there. All these are pathetic excuses and can be rectified so i'm still considering. Also, going to a foreign land, i don't want to go with people i can't attach myself to. Let's see who's going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5923226394909632282?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5923226394909632282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/soom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5923226394909632282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5923226394909632282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/soom.html' title='Soom'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oVTdvksOHA/Tgnq4mlMa7I/AAAAAAAADDk/Rn6ueLZEak0/s72-c/270462_10150304927672095_749507094_9901743_2115859_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-9130040394697402048</id><published>2011-06-26T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissing everywhere isn't very Chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61ER0Ec4l-w/TgYMalH42KI/AAAAAAAADC0/RAnqAnBtn_I/s400/samuel_04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622194835599972514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this photo was edited or some magic was done by Samuel Bradley when he took the photo but one word: gorgeous. I think this is Canterbury but i'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was lovely even though Haji Lane was a fail due to a terrible and frankly super lame selection of clothes. Fell asleep on the bus and Mel was late so yeah we were both fucking late. Lateaholic for life -.- Super disappointing so we ended up at *scape and she went crazy shopping and ended up with a shitload of stuff. All i bought was shades + stripper specs + 1 necklace. The stripper specs are actually regular geek specs but apparently i look very bangable in them -.- Ya but you won't be able to see them coz i snapped it into 3 by accident now i gotta glue 'em back/get new ones i beri sad :'( Dinner was nommy in a bland way but listening to Mel and Nick gossip is kinda fun lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn unhappy with TweetSG now fuckers never send my tweets like &gt;24h already stupid :( Ahhhhhh fix your shit soon please i want to die because i can't tweet 24/7 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately i need to start work now and to prevent myself from getting distracted i'm letting my brother watch Sakura so i can't use my Mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-9130040394697402048?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9130040394697402048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/pissing-everywhere-isn-very-chanel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9130040394697402048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/9130040394697402048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/pissing-everywhere-isn-very-chanel.html' title='Pissing everywhere isn&amp;#39;t very Chanel'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61ER0Ec4l-w/TgYMalH42KI/AAAAAAAADC0/RAnqAnBtn_I/s72-c/samuel_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3576445780411454866</id><published>2011-06-25T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cried til my river turned into a lake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Spoiler alert!]&lt;/b&gt; Don't read if you haven't watched X-Men: First Class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GK83U7SNq9o/TgTIfisx03I/AAAAAAAADCs/M4H1z5jutMU/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-24%2Bat%2B17.00%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621838679081341810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi i feel like shit now but lately i feel like shit so often it doesn't get to me so bad anymore. Feel so down because i saw something i wish i didn't see and it just opened up old wounds again but it didn't hurt anymore even though i felt angry then sad but right now i can't be bothered. Oh and i have a headache again :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this picture was taken before i went town for X-Men! My wallet of the day is...&lt;br /&gt;(wait for it it's epic)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A plaster box -.- Love my pullover hehe it's super comfy too. Finally i can wear it out because it's the evening ^_^ But i didn't wear my sunglasses because duh it's evening. Love it though i bought it when i was in Japan! Oh and my pile of Chem/Physics/Geog notes at the back -.- And excuse my hair please i just finished bathing ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway X-Men is a fucking awesome movie! This is how a superhero movie should be! Some gore, cute cast, natural-looking CGI and better than average plot at the very least ^_^ I fucking love the way they purposely slow-mo the part where Erik killed Sebastian!! Omg if there was the squelching sound when the coin went through his head it's even better omg! Ahhh gore porn *_* Plus i think all of the mutants are super cute what happened to them especially Erik!! Only Raven looked better when she grew up hehe sorry. And the storyline is actually cool although i started laughing when my cousin told me they used actual historical clips coz it's like suddenly such a change! Although i was sad when Hank transformed because i couldn't see Nicholas Hoult anymore :&lt; Although i was cheered up when we went to Ngee Ann City for supper!! Tonkatsu i love you &amp;#9825;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was supposed to go to the clothes buffet at Haji Lane with Mel later but because we didn't transfer the money in time we can't now :'( Nevermind i'll think of it as save money ^^ Oh but wait just checked my FB events Hooked On Flea later if i go = no save money... Okay shan't stress about it see whether anyone go with me first~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw i suddenly decided to add a music player to my blog coz this is now my favourite song!! Okay so it's Kpop so if you don't like it stop the music okay don't hate on it :'( It's my SHINee bbyboys afterall and to me they sound like sex no matter what you say :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3576445780411454866?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3576445780411454866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/cried-til-my-river-turned-into-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3576445780411454866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3576445780411454866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/cried-til-my-river-turned-into-lake.html' title='Cried til my river turned into a lake.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GK83U7SNq9o/TgTIfisx03I/AAAAAAAADCs/M4H1z5jutMU/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-24%2Bat%2B17.00%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6045487013325544633</id><published>2011-06-23T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings are gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CzskBKkEinY/TgL4M64zU_I/AAAAAAAADCk/0Gy__ketI_0/s400/tumblr_ln4061HpoW1qifn2ao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621328185761420274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these just gorgeous?! It's under men's but of course there are women's versions so i'm going to keep a lookout for them ^_^ Oh and i was at some thinspo blog and i started wondering about my height and weight. Anyway i'm 5' 3" and weigh 115pounds which apparently is good and healthy but i feel fat so i'm gonna lose like 5kg more! &gt;:( Diet diet diet i think i want to do the Russian Gymnast diet! Anyway today i went to school in the morning and it was kinda fun ^^ Going to watch Xmen with cousins and brother tomorrow so i better go and do my drawing portfolio... After i read my manga hehe. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6045487013325544633?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6045487013325544633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/feelings-are-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6045487013325544633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6045487013325544633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/feelings-are-gay.html' title='Feelings are gay'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CzskBKkEinY/TgL4M64zU_I/AAAAAAAADCk/0Gy__ketI_0/s72-c/tumblr_ln4061HpoW1qifn2ao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-2154503632256510004</id><published>2011-06-21T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergic to the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30jtexLD0Mg/Tf-LTHN0CdI/AAAAAAAADCc/6KHpksczDWU/s400/224855_1984684774281_1158096938_2375827_6070647_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620364020452428242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to Jessica. Lol. I secretly love it when she's drunk HAHA. My Twitter mentions yesterday was totally A+ thanks to her. "Felicia you deserve better but I think the teenage years are always fucked up so we shouldny dwell on it" &amp; "noooooo don't be you are perfect the way you are I salute you and your muse and self expression it is admirable really" and she's brilliant, really. There's a shitload more but i'm not gonna do that much work and copy paste copy paste for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf am i doing online here i should be sleeping since i need to be up and early tomorrow at 10am to meet Sarah i am a crazy nocturnal kitty cat goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-2154503632256510004?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2154503632256510004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/allergic-to-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2154503632256510004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/2154503632256510004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/allergic-to-universe.html' title='Allergic to the universe'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30jtexLD0Mg/Tf-LTHN0CdI/AAAAAAAADCc/6KHpksczDWU/s72-c/224855_1984684774281_1158096938_2375827_6070647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5515676568541098599</id><published>2011-06-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut the fuck up and leave me be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FT2bcD2pWY/Tf4M8fQQsYI/AAAAAAAADCU/gte8UX1xK1Y/s400/tumblr_llek900FsR1qiyvkvo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619943618326344066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LP0wI8W4EF4/Tf4M8DyFyDI/AAAAAAAADCM/htLILJqTZC0/s400/tumblr_lms0ti0DC61qax0g3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619943610952042546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodyclock mad fucked up. Woke up at close to 5pm today, just as i did yesterday and the day before. Whatever, as long as it gets back to normal by next week i can't be arsed. Trying to complete as much of my drawing portfolio as i can right now but my proportion seems very messy, probably because i can't draw straight lines. Yes i'm using a ruler don't be douches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i'm being so hardworking i just came back from dinner with my relatives which wasn't a very happy affair but whatever. Cousin baked mini cupcakes for us nomz. Food wasn't great and plan to convince mummy to get a microwave failed. Fuck. I really don't understand why she's so adverse to microwaves. Seriously what is life without a microwave. At least get us an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was a fantabulous outing with Renee. Went to Chinatown for a flea which wasn't all that great but i bought something i've been eyeing for less than one-third the price their selling online. Happy neko meow =^.^=Didn't do much actually just walked around the area and saw many angmohs before going to Anchorpoint which wasn't bad. Want to eat the pizza there coz it seems like sooo many people ordered it! I now have the cutest star anklet ever wh00p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bruised knees heal faster than a broken heart.&lt;/i&gt; Move on, whatever you're doing is just making the people around you roll their eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5515676568541098599?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5515676568541098599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/shut-fuck-up-and-leave-me-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5515676568541098599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5515676568541098599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/shut-fuck-up-and-leave-me-be.html' title='Shut the fuck up and leave me be.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FT2bcD2pWY/Tf4M8fQQsYI/AAAAAAAADCU/gte8UX1xK1Y/s72-c/tumblr_llek900FsR1qiyvkvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8098791544497573545</id><published>2011-06-17T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click on Ash and Pikachu</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8ZjSjAH3Y0/TftGdXSIgmI/AAAAAAAADCE/q-Ouw_DkTbU/s400/5033015771_4bf8c095b3_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619162430355047010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust is like an eraser. It gets smaller and smaller, after every mistake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up  at 5pm today with my head feeling like ugh. Had to miss out on meeting Sarah so another day i guess. Everyone's busy tomorrow so i'll most likely be going to Chinatown with Renee. Wallet still with Joelle but that's alright since i don't want to spend my money. What do i wear? So tempting to leave school behind for a year and work for some much-needed money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8098791544497573545?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8098791544497573545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/click-on-ash-and-pikachu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8098791544497573545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8098791544497573545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/click-on-ash-and-pikachu.html' title='Click on Ash and Pikachu'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8ZjSjAH3Y0/TftGdXSIgmI/AAAAAAAADCE/q-Ouw_DkTbU/s72-c/5033015771_4bf8c095b3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8995514326459607949</id><published>2011-06-17T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would you say that?</title><content type='html'>This is going to be some long insane post about me making it about me. Shut the fuck up and click the close button if you think i'm just an attention-seeking bitch. I didn't ask for your fucking opinion and just because i broadcast my shit online doesn't mean you have to pay attention to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch Oli's dance off in an attempt to find some sort of solace. Well it didn't fucking work because it's banned in Singapore. So now i'm watching various live performances of BMTH and AA and pretty much whatever metalcore song i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes i just wonder. What you said, is it true? Will i really have nobody to accompany long term? "Look at your palm lines. None of them go far. Just short, crisscrossing lines." I'm just a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl. No one is an empty shell without feelings. But some of us can conceal them so well that when they reveal themselves, we get lost. &lt;i&gt;What is this feeling? How did it get here? What do i do? How do i get rid of it? I need help.&lt;/i&gt; A few years ago, in a Chinese exam, i read something that til today still resonates in my mind. &lt;b&gt;Sometimes you want to tell someone something. But he or she is too close a person to you, or too much of a stranger.&lt;/b&gt; This. When i was younger i would talk to my favourite soft toy of the moment, or cry a bit. When i was immature i would vent on something, or someone. Now i don't even know what i rage about. I dreamt of taking you apart, running a knife through your heart but now i just. Ugh. I am confused about being confused about why i'm angry. Maybe i should cut off my emotions once and for all, stop this fucking nonsense i'm putting myself through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with a quote from my friend, someone who is dear to me, who used to be my close friend in primary school but is now nothing but another "friend" on Facebook. Don't you find us humans so pathetic? This quote is my apology, my hopes and my expectations, all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to write, to blog for nothing more than myself and maybe my imagined audience of more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, all my blogging attempts inevitably descend from their initial starting point of airing out my thoughts into posts of indescribable stupidity, drunken wailings and self-serving, self-piteous works of would-be pseudo art masquerading as poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all think of ourselves as astute, right.&lt;br /&gt;We all think we are the only ones who notice, the most cynical, the most bitter and jaded. We think we’re above all else. But to everyone else, we’re just douches sitting atop our self-constructed throne of flimsy paper, one puff and down we tumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therein begs the question:&lt;br /&gt;Are we enough?&lt;br /&gt;Are our own thoughts and opinions of us enough for us,&lt;br /&gt;or do we live serving the ideals and expectations of others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is changing, &lt;s&gt;except time&lt;/s&gt; now time is changing too. I went from angry to wistful, but i'm still confused. Matters that trouble me; they can't be called "matters" anymore. They will no longer matter to me. My apologies to the people who care about me; i'm probably going to start damaging myself wellness soon. I'm requesting Jieloon for Malaysian bak kut teh right now. Cheers, bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8995514326459607949?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8995514326459607949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-would-you-say-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8995514326459607949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8995514326459607949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-would-you-say-that.html' title='Why would you say that?'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8795372156174952199</id><published>2011-06-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck love i have alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3lJTfvUVYns/TfoTE0VCihI/AAAAAAAADB8/_JlwitHlVY4/s400/tumblr_lmrh370uY21qfl3u8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618824458585410066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M30W. Feeling shitty right now. Trying not to let it show but all these... stuff isn't exactly helping. I think my lack of showing emotions is starting to take a toll on my mental well-being. Also, i've started remembering my dreams lately and they're plain disturbing. Scenes i fear right out of the deepest part of my mind, secrets i could never tell, people that i cherish very much, sentences i wish i can hear, all mashed together in a sick and twisted collage. I've never &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; remembered my dreams so lucidly before. They're not nightmares but that doesn't make me feel any better. If anything, it makes me feel worse. They ought to be too insignificant for me to have any inkling of. I've got to pull myself together this very instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "I love you" means "I'll fuck your life upside-down inside-out" then indeed we've loved each other very much. Meh. Why do so many unhealthy relationships exist in my life. I feel like we're one big bitchy family of sluts jumping from one whore to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss. &lt;i&gt;The bliss of ignorance.&lt;/i&gt; Going to get my EDITT Tower stuff done right now so i can concentrate on my drawing portfolio and Sarah tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8795372156174952199?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8795372156174952199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-love-i-have-alcohol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8795372156174952199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8795372156174952199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-love-i-have-alcohol.html' title='Fuck love i have alcohol'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3lJTfvUVYns/TfoTE0VCihI/AAAAAAAADB8/_JlwitHlVY4/s72-c/tumblr_lmrh370uY21qfl3u8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3186485151321731480</id><published>2011-06-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlin' your head's not right</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sN1RdoIhRR4/TfjB_CP9EwI/AAAAAAAADB0/biXuhY8fQEI/s400/248210_10150241422685102_662660101_6967206_2434200_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618453823824401154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAk0eZfd7fU/TfjB-6hHRYI/AAAAAAAADBs/r7slsrjVOT0/s400/260525_10150241423705102_662660101_6967220_7809462_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618453821748888962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how tan all of us are. We actually have about the same skin tone. I like my shorts. Slept the whole day and i'm watching White Chicks right now. I badly need a life and a dash of motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3186485151321731480?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3186485151321731480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/darlin-your-head-not-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3186485151321731480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/3186485151321731480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/darlin-your-head-not-right.html' title='Darlin&amp;#39; your head&amp;#39;s not right'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sN1RdoIhRR4/TfjB_CP9EwI/AAAAAAAADB0/biXuhY8fQEI/s72-c/248210_10150241422685102_662660101_6967206_2434200_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-7634383101511889697</id><published>2011-06-15T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcX3TU7WDG0/TfjAVxtbeiI/AAAAAAAADBk/wbcx51oDvRs/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2B05.01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618452015498361378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching The Hangover. Was awesome now i can't wait to watch part II. Now everyone is sleeping but i'm surprisingly unsleepy for someone who stayed up all night. Yesterday was spent watching Black Swan and Easy A and we threw Yuhang into the pool at midnight after smearing his face with chocolate eclairs. Yummy. Oh and the guys had this marathon DotA thing -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-7634383101511889697?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7634383101511889697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/meow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7634383101511889697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/7634383101511889697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcX3TU7WDG0/TfjAVxtbeiI/AAAAAAAADBk/wbcx51oDvRs/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2B05.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8832008419846028053</id><published>2011-06-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jux Keydings</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcCKzAJ-6Yg/TfY6vL4jJQI/AAAAAAAADAA/RXUhF2kNb14/s400/229354_10150562368755290_642945289_18497654_3444653_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617742167509509378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTD5BlNsYPk/TfY6uxg7NtI/AAAAAAAAC_4/ucPks76Um14/s400/222179_10150562364175290_642945289_18497521_1790968_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617742160431101650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X05Y94-vAoU/TfY6upDG7SI/AAAAAAAAC_w/F1uOTbtBVNo/s400/227539_10150562364280290_642945289_18497525_3662247_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617742158158556450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgUotumUiuY/TfY6cPxLuBI/AAAAAAAAC_o/YvodhyFE6kw/s400/223321_10150562363745290_642945289_18497510_2902703_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617741842134841362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnZoUJA2E6s/TfY6cF1me7I/AAAAAAAAC_g/gfIDYm8fYiw/s400/225530_10150562364670290_642945289_18497540_1076273_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617741839469018034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mpOp4RdeJ4/TfY6b92EhEI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/jreHwV4NReo/s400/248541_10150627483430290_642945289_19231970_681281_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617741837323502658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReakZDr8beE/TfY6bgjoB_I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/XZN-amPzJao/s400/250530_10150627483195290_642945289_19231963_8041769_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617741829461510130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeuZdbyDyWM/TfZAhterwgI/AAAAAAAADBU/AVFV-JhBx4o/s400/251664_10150627481240290_642945289_19231947_225073_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617748533079425538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhjsczyKcBM/TfZAhYSZaQI/AAAAAAAADBM/5j6Zzb5hmc4/s400/251114_10150627481420290_642945289_19231949_1284994_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617748527390746882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6V2eQ88UaU/TfY_bt_2x2I/AAAAAAAADAw/pTTf7WXNpFs/s400/247506_10150627481800290_642945289_19231952_1720883_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617747330627716962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4CB1HwZkBQ/TfY_bbRGlPI/AAAAAAAADAo/7T2RUFLo4do/s400/260529_10150627483900290_642945289_19231974_1630500_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617747325599782130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qd0XVyOjeuE/TfY_bA1jEOI/AAAAAAAADAg/wPkirUtSAKM/s400/249730_10150627486005290_642945289_19232003_6052468_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617747318504886498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WK0CYuKGqnU/TfY_bBPQwKI/AAAAAAAADAY/lZ3VucEMh6g/s400/230741_10150562374160290_642945289_18497781_6569300_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617747318612738210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaXqnPKtLSk/TfY_a0LfXII/AAAAAAAADAQ/ZNC8m4-i7_Q/s400/251069_10150627486915290_642945289_19232018_5098178_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617747315107257474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5io8eJKcHk/TfY6bbTKgtI/AAAAAAAAC_I/_gPsVx4xLqA/s400/255652_10150627481605290_642945289_19231951_4563193_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617741828050289362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were from a long time ago, from dinner at Changi Village and since the whole point was food there are many pictures of what we ate.  And also some pictures are of the outing today, or rather yesterday. Same people, minus some and plus some. City Hall, Orchard and Simei. Shopping happened, unfortunately. 2E chalet later, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnGDu2RjRGk/TfY9mHEZ84I/AAAAAAAADAI/nW4vT2WhfV4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-13%2Bat%2B22.53%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617745310133121922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look what my babygirl Sarah bought for me. Are you jealous? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8832008419846028053?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8832008419846028053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/jux-keydings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8832008419846028053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8832008419846028053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/jux-keydings.html' title='Jux Keydings'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcCKzAJ-6Yg/TfY6vL4jJQI/AAAAAAAADAA/RXUhF2kNb14/s72-c/229354_10150562368755290_642945289_18497654_3444653_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-6699260393978400538</id><published>2011-06-12T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the ocean, i am the sea. There is a world inside of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSHapR-msi4/TfR9mjDQtiI/AAAAAAAAC_A/RSu2ku0RQhA/s400/tumblr_lhv8mby5k11qd1hx3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617252736435271202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good mood nao. Got my laptop cover and screen protector so goodbye scratches! Maybe i'll get the other stuff next time ^^ And i have jester-inspired nails! Yknow how jesters are always pictured in contrasting coloured costumes, so my each of my nails are now half mint and half grey i likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good mood enhanced all thanks to One Way! In love with their Rainy Days, especially the Korean version! Getting Arynah to introduce more songs/covers of theirs hehe. Think i'm going out later to look around for a new phone life is gooooooood~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-6699260393978400538?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6699260393978400538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-ocean-i-am-sea-there-is-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6699260393978400538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/6699260393978400538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-ocean-i-am-sea-there-is-world.html' title='I am the ocean, i am the sea. There is a world inside of me.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSHapR-msi4/TfR9mjDQtiI/AAAAAAAAC_A/RSu2ku0RQhA/s72-c/tumblr_lhv8mby5k11qd1hx3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-8261122607913662050</id><published>2011-06-10T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun goes down, and so does she</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZpZsi91ZaM/TfI5FmyXomI/AAAAAAAAC-w/DB_G8z248G0/s400/57563920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616614453758370402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxLZkiNXiZE/TfI5FewAgtI/AAAAAAAAC-o/SjhXHqtRatg/s400/7iriz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616614451600982738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Guides campfire! We ended up walking around Parkway before settling down at Borders. As usual, tons of pictures taken! May post some after Joelle uploads them :) Bought myself some really pretty bangles from Cotton on! Super mad cheap so many things -50% off i would buy so many things if i weren't trying to save money &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-8261122607913662050?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8261122607913662050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/sun-goes-down-and-so-does-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8261122607913662050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/8261122607913662050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/sun-goes-down-and-so-does-she.html' title='The sun goes down, and so does she'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZpZsi91ZaM/TfI5FmyXomI/AAAAAAAAC-w/DB_G8z248G0/s72-c/57563920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-5546586909713136955</id><published>2011-06-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your eyes meet mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i884.photobucket.com/albums/ac47/ponyonhighstreet/tumblr_lk44xxZIAX1qajnsxo1_1280.gif" height="400" width="400" &gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another that states that this has already happened." — Douglas Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-5546586909713136955?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5546586909713136955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-your-eyes-meet-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5546586909713136955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/5546586909713136955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-your-eyes-meet-mine.html' title='When your eyes meet mine'/><author><name>Felicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNDXD80CsA/TuJInDf0yYI/AAAAAAAAD_U/zD1HxYaHw8s/s220/468257773%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-1236288649636424616</id><published>2011-06-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a kind of tired that sleep can't fix.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1lAYqme3bI/Te-FultT_HI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/3ah8O5DoPHc/s400/251678_222783501074008_100000270791328_932016_1616040_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615854295796939890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper absolutely sec1 feel with this 2 people up there^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i'm contented or discontented right now. Feeling pretty happy yet empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the URA with Jessica and Letitia today for the Richard Rogers + Architects exhibition. It was AMAZING. Love the neon pink sofas!!! The chicken rice at Maxwell is quite average, but the chili will blow your head off. Then we had a jaunt to the Red Dot Museum where i saw a gorgeous bag with the best price tag ever and a gorgeous notebook with an even better price tag. Sigh -.- Then we headed to Penin for another jaunt for band posters. Thinking of being a pretentious scene kid and live band t-shirts forever, the more hardcore the better, who cares if i haven't heard them. Anyway, also found a shop that sells the entire Diana F+ set i was looking for but the shopkeeper told me it is about SGD500+/- which is frankly very expensive. Basically i saw a lot of things i would like to have but i didn't/couldn't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to Nuffnang and i saw that i have readers from Switzerland, Denmark, Italy, Mexico and Azerbaijan in addition to Singapore what in the world -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to split my money. Bag: SGD99. Tix: SGD128? Books:  I think few hundred dollars also not enough -.- I want to get Annabel, The Lake and the Pray For Japan book :( Not to mention that if BMTH does comes to Singapore... And i saw that Alesana, Mayday Parade and Eyes Set To Kill are coming here too. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but i bought the Alice in Wonderland DVD! Had a sudden craving to watch it so i bought it since it was on sale. 10bux only! Going to have a party alone tonight with my laptop, the DVD and a bottle of Snapple from yesterday's Subway meal. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm looking for vintage Lennon glasses in green/rose pleasepleasePLEASE tell me if you see them or even better you can buy them for me thanks ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-1236288649636424616?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1236288649636424616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-kind-of-tired-that-sleep-can-fix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5169544639209098556/posts/default/1236288649636424616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169544639209098556.post-3343733052168182534</id><published>2011-06-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:48.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of my house, get out of my life.</title><content type='html'>You make me so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She starts her new diet of liquor and dick,&lt;br /&gt;Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down, and so does she,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down, and so does she,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold out the love that she had, &lt;br /&gt;left with a cut of the throat,&lt;br /&gt;Drinks all 'round on her &lt;br /&gt;before she strolls to the moat,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down, and so does she,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down, and so does she,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Count,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your fucking blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Come on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, 'cause I'm counting every lie,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, 'cause I'm counting every lie,&lt;br /&gt;Counting every lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, I'm asking you for just one thing,&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you for just one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Eradicate this disease,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, pray for plagues,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, cleanse this Earth and bring upon our dooms day,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, close your eyes, pray for plagues,&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse this Earth and bring dooms day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts her new diet of liquor and dick,&lt;br /&gt;Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down, and so does she,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down, and so does she,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now,&lt;br /&gt;Watch the rivers flow with blood, &lt;br /&gt;death will stand where life once stood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clap your hands to the sound &lt;br /&gt;of every first born dying now,&lt;br /&gt;Watch the rivers turn to blood, &lt;br /&gt;death will stand where life once stood,&lt;br /&gt;So clap your hands to the sound &lt;br /&gt;of every first born dying now,&lt;br /&gt;Watch this rivers turn to blood, &lt;br /&gt;death will stand where life once stood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, pray for plagues,&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse this Earth, bring our dooms day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5169544639209098556-3343733052168182534?l=prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3343733052168182534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyboysbreakhearts.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-out-of-my-house-get-out-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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