<?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-18799651</id><updated>2011-12-05T02:10:12.393+08:00</updated><category term='`'/><title type='text'>the rest is still unwritten</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2000</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6433568369322417412</id><published>2010-12-31T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:09:30.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Old Endings and New Beginnings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been a while since I've last been here. Do people still visit this place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's quite fitting I think, to have this post at the end of the year to close this place. Yup, I'm moving. Or rather, I've already moved. This place is actually very dear to me because it's seen me through so much. From Olevels to Alevels to first year of University. From First Love to idiot boys to idiot girls to heaven knows what else, it's all here. But change is good. And I think this year more than another year has changed me so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I must say, 2010 was horrible to me. It had its glorious moments no doubt but more often than not, I hated 2010. So much happened, so much angst, so much crying, so much of bad things just keep happening that most times, I didn't even know how to hold them together. I think back and I realise I don't remember a lot of things about 2010 simply because my brain refuses to remember them. The strange thing is, 2010 was supposed to be a good year. It was supposed to be one I'll remember for good reasons. 2nd year of Uni, turning 20, first first year in my life, compromise and reassurance and time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in the whole new year = new start thing because I don't think having a new year is the same as pressing the restart button but this time, I'll like to think so. If God gave me so much pain in 2010, surely 2011 would be better, if only slightly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has seen me be a different person. I'm stronger at least and a little bit wiser. I know I'm a little harder and slightly more bitter, less trusting (not that I was that trusting before.) and because of that, less forgiving. Strange enough, I'm more accepting and my love, it'd always be there. I'll always have love to give and this year has made me sure of that. I'm not proud of the person I was in 2010 but I trust 2011 Nessa would do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to the new year. Whatever shit that might come my way, I'm ready. I was truly afraid once but I don't think I am anymore. So here's to the new year, to whatever that's coming, to the tears I'm going to cry, the laughs I'm going to have, the songs I'll love, the friends I'll cherish, the Love I will have, the internal dances I'll entertain myself with, the monologues my brain does with me, the good times, the bad, the what-the-fuck, all of that, here's to you 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 2011 everyone. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last thing! I've moved! I'm not deleting this place obviously and MAYBE I'll pop by once in a while with some words but it won't be regular if ever. I'm not entirely ready to tell the entire world where I've moved to but you can always try guessing! :D When I'm ready, I'll update my facebook website info. :) I guess the most important people already know where I've went and if you don't, you can always ask me personally. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is it. Farewell Unwrittenn. It's been good. So good. But this is goodbye. Goodbye. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6433568369322417412?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6433568369322417412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6433568369322417412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6433568369322417412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6433568369322417412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-endings-and-new-beginnings-wow-its.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5706428037742299520</id><published>2010-12-08T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:08:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my wallet and I hate myself. I also hate the hassle that comes with losing one's wallet. Gotta cancel cards, gotta make a new IC, gotta think about what the hell was in my wallet and cancel whatever needs to be canceled. Argh, FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in SUCH a foul mood right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5706428037742299520?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5706428037742299520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5706428037742299520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5706428037742299520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5706428037742299520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-lost-my-wallet-and-i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4619012594674238271</id><published>2010-12-07T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:30:21.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBxJaBiclAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBxJaBiclAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhmydearGod!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Wonder Girls. HOW CAN ANYONE NOT!? JUST LOOK AT THEM ARGH! IS LOVE! Sunye, oh Sunye why are you SOOOOO awesome? 1:02 - 1:06 ARGH WHY SO WONDERFUL!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4619012594674238271?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4619012594674238271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4619012594674238271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4619012594674238271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4619012594674238271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/12/ohmydeargod-i-love-wonder-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-8547637320359687007</id><published>2010-12-07T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T04:46:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Importance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the newest Harry Potter movie today. I had no intention of doing so initially under part 2 was out because I HATE SUSPENSE but under the semi coercion of Zhiyong (which was more like just an invitation to watch. Hurhur.) and coupled with that fact all Alex could tell me about was how damn bloody hot Emma Watson looked in the movie, I just had to see for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. She's absolutely gorgeous. Her in that red dress and red slingbacks was a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was good. :D And I also went out with the intention of getting stuff but coming home with nothing but food at the end of the day. Sigh. So much for &lt;i&gt;losing weight&lt;/i&gt;. As if. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days stretch out in front of me, day after day of aimless nothing. Makes me feel so... empty. Gosh. I guess I'll try to be a bit fitter? Run a bit more (even though I abhor running.) keep up with weekly swim sessions and call Kublai out for badminton sessions. Dim sum buffet with the gang next week GOSH! I don't think Terrance is going to like what he sees when he gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I don't know what I'm feeling. I'll find it back. Oh well. I'm really tired and I wanna go sleep now. Can't wait to meet up with Ash later today evening and just talk. ♥♥♥ I love that ridiculously gorgeous woman. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Highway run, into the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;Wheels go run and run,&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-8547637320359687007?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8547637320359687007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=8547637320359687007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8547637320359687007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8547637320359687007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/12/importance-i-watched-newest-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-8815507197810161586</id><published>2010-12-05T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:54:53.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how yesterday I said I want to look like one of the SNSD girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Fuck SNSD. I want to look like Miranda Kerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4312480/tumblr_l9qdzwrgq81qdonldo1_400_large.jpg?1286748117"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 258px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4312480/tumblr_l9qdzwrgq81qdonldo1_400_large.jpg?1286748117" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how much photoshop this picture has gone through or how many inches of makeup she has on. She is GORGEOUS. And honestly, I can't even say makeup and photoshop can make me look half as good as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4414652/tumblr_l8halyxIDu1qars9eo1_400_large.png?1287232488"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 334px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4414652/tumblr_l8halyxIDu1qars9eo1_400_large.png?1287232488" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4786682/tumblr_lbcndmHkYA1qars9eo1_500_large.png?1288962770"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 399px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4786682/tumblr_lbcndmHkYA1qars9eo1_500_large.png?1288962770" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF it's a bloody teeshirt. Hello teeshirts are not supposed to look so good. Who else thinks that she'll be dripping sex if she did the boyfriend shirt morning after look? Her hair is PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5296312/tumblr_lcuo3tWiLp1qabr0no1_500_large.png?1291418351"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 270px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5296312/tumblr_lcuo3tWiLp1qabr0no1_500_large.png?1291418351" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN IT'S A TEESHIRT ARGH. Oh God, you are so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3428902/2009_02_large.jpg?1282103556"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 596px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3428902/2009_02_large.jpg?1282103556" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it. This is Life going HA SUCKER in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm eating nothing but celery and cabbage for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-8815507197810161586?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8815507197810161586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=8815507197810161586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8815507197810161586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8815507197810161586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-how-yesterday-i-said-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4479739594562203649</id><published>2010-12-04T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:54:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LIBERATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1708176/tumblr_kzf2puiclO1qzwaddo1_500_large.jpg?1268853848"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 295px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1708176/tumblr_kzf2puiclO1qzwaddo1_500_large.jpg?1268853848" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my exams are over. Let me have a moment to proclaim my joy. EXAMS ARE OVER WOOHOOOOOOOOOO OH BEAUTIFUL DAY THAT GOD HATH GIVETH ME OH BRIGHTEST OF DAWNS SUCH GLORIOUS BEAUTY THE EARTH HAS NEVER KNOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am mighty pleased. But strangely enough, I have absolutely no plans. Money is an issue. Boooooo. No money pffffft. I wanna play mahjong till my eyes pop out but I need people to do that with. I wanna roam around a huge bookstore and just breathe in the scent of paper on top of paper but then I'll be tempted to buy new paperbacks (I have a LONG list) and I have no money boo. I wanna write again but everything I do write is tragic and sad with seemingly no reason. And it's messy too. Boo. I wanna scoop ice cream part time and sneak some away for myself too and earn some money at the same time but I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO BOO. I wanna bake Nigella Lawson's AWESOME chocolate chip cookies but my mama has been unintentionally discouraging. Argh, why do people know my sort points? This is so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I want to do? I wanna strut into Tiffany and Co like I own the place and bask in it's gorgeous teal beauty (and check if they have the necklace that I want. Not that I would get it cos hello, NO MONEY but I like to know such prettiness really does exist.) I need to lose some weight. Exams tend to do that to me. It's not that I start eating more during exams, I just eat crappier food. Argh. I couldn't be bothered during exams because it was such a good excuse, "I'm STUDYING HELLOOOO!" but now I look in the mirror and I'm disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like I have to defend myself when I talk about my weight or my looks. So let's just get on with it. I get it, I am not fat. I've never thought I was and unless I put on 20 more Kg, I'm never going to think I really am fat. Thing is, you don't HAVE to be fat to be discontent with how you look or how bits of fat just seem to stick out. Truth is, I'll never be satisfied with how I look until I have a body like one of the SNSD girls, preferably Yuri. With Jessica or Sooyoung's legs. Lee Hyori will do just fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about whether you have enough body fat to be considered "Fat" or "overweight" or "obese" or "anorexic" or WHATEVER. It's about wanting something else, something better, something I think is better. And I'll never be satisfied till I get it. Blame it on the perfectly toned bodies I drown myself in on nearly a daily basis being in the Kpop fandom. :) I STILL LOVE ME THOUGH! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I should get back into the weekly swimming thing. And I haven't walked back from the train station in the longest time. I don't know why but the past few months have been strangely exhausting so each time I reach the bus interchange, I don't have enough energy to want to walk back, even if I have a lot of thinking to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5286811/tumblr_lcux2pnMiJ1qef5huo1_500_large.png?1291387721"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 295px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5286811/tumblr_lcux2pnMiJ1qef5huo1_500_large.png?1291387721" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, Why is this picture SO appealing? It's the hair and the pretty red beret. I want one toooo. Though when the heck I'm ever going to wear it I do not know. Pretty curls! I wanna chop my hair to my collar bones and curl it nicely. But I love my long hair too much to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's time to clear sleep debt. Dear bed, wait for meeeeee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4479739594562203649?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4479739594562203649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4479739594562203649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4479739594562203649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4479739594562203649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/12/liberation-so-my-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1856507884537538793</id><published>2010-11-23T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:57:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Everything You Do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first paper today. It was... a mad rush of disgusting handwriting. Honestly, when I picked up my pen and started to write, it was damn awkward. The words were coming out alright but my entire hand was gripping the pen like it was life and it was actually quite difficult to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shows how little I've been writing. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless my One-Hour-One-Essay literature days in ACJC. Come in 10 minutes late and finish with 30 minutes to spare? NO PROBLEM EASY PEASY LET'S GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why was I 10 minutes late? AYE the morning is a frickin mess. I hate that place. Note to self, LEAVE HOUSE AT 730 IF PAPER IS AT 9. And I have paid my penance kay. I slipped somehow and landed myself a bloody ankle which I didn't even notice until I was half way through the paper. Stress lar. Thinking WHOA LATE FOR PAPER CHEONGGGG eh ankle got funny throbbing pain, AIYA WHO CARES EH WHAT THE HELL IS CREATIVE MIDDLE WAY EH DIE OKAY SMOKE TIME LET'S GO. Then much later, I finally put my hand down and then, I SEE BLOOD. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how the hell I hurt myself, so ridiculous. As in, I GUESS I tripped but I'm not even sure because the rush to get to the exam hall (I ran from MPSH 1 to 5 to 6 to 2 because my dumb joke of a brain forgot that I can just check my phone to see which hall it was in JOKE.) Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to study rawr. CN2122. Why am I not really panicking. This is so ridiculous BOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1856507884537538793?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1856507884537538793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1856507884537538793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1856507884537538793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1856507884537538793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-you-do-i-had-my-first-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4511131551547780281</id><published>2010-11-14T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:56:47.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homg, I don't know why but I suddenly thought of a song I used to LOVE when I was in primary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXnbl0BUj0c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXnbl0BUj0c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMGHOMGHOMG This MV must have been made on a budget of 35 cents but does the song bring back memories or what!!!! I remember singing this song with my crazy primary school mates at the balcony of our classroom and thinking we were SO cool and emo and awesome. LOL. I was such a joke 11 year old. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I LOVED this song, I really REALLY mean I LOVED this song. I used to make my brother play it in the car (he had the CD) on repeat so much his girlfriend scolded him and half threatened to break up with him if he kept playing it. :D I tend to do that to songs I realise. I'll put the ones I like on repeat until the people around me get sick of the song AND me. The other song I did this for was That Thing You Do by The Wonders. I'm slightly obsessive now that I think about it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-scs9OHPLLI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-scs9OHPLLI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMGHOMGHOMG THIS SONG TOO! Hahahahaha. Damn. I used to love their entire Shades of Purple album. :D DOESN'T THIS SONG MAKE YOU HAPPY!? IT MAKES ME HAPPY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. So old school. :D God, I miss being 11 or 12 and looking ridiculous in my blue pinafore with my belt hitched up ridiculously high cos I didn't have a clue what "cool" really meant back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White socks, white shoes, 38 of us in class, laughing with Ash during Recess, hating Nic for her ability at Maths, having ridiculous feuds that don't even make sense now that I think about it. S Club 7, Cris' place and her over sized dog Flick, wet toilet paper on the toilet's ceilings, 5 Wisdom next to the toilet, 6 Justice next to the toilet opposite 5 Wisdom, plucking African Tulip and getting caught, endless endless days of pure concentrated innocent bliss. Gosh, I wish I could remember more clearly my primary school days. The thing is, my days in St Nicholas were so wonderful and so unbelievable awesome but I have a terrible memory and most of my memories tend to linger in my Secondary school days. The fact that it was the same compound doesn't do favours for my memory either cos then Secondary and Primary school start to blend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get the entire M2M album again and when Pretty Boy started playing, I started to think. I realise I still get butterflies, still get the sliver of cold down my spine, still don't know where to put my eyes, still feel a shade of blush come over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really get back to studying. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4511131551547780281?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4511131551547780281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4511131551547780281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4511131551547780281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4511131551547780281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/11/homg-i-dont-know-why-but-i-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3741401574540352628</id><published>2010-11-13T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:59:18.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm going to study after this I promise!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been maid-less for about 2 days already and will be for roughly about a month and a half until January or so. If you really want to know why, you can ask me when you see my face. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I've been maid-less and this isn't exactly something I'm entirely proud of but since the day I landed in dear old Singapore, I've had a maid. The longest we've gone without one was like... 3 days? And I was like 8 then so obviously I did pretty much nothing to help around the house. This time, it's different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say that housework HATES me. Sweeping the floor has given me blisters, washing clothes has given me random cuts I cannot explain. I'm telling you, detergent and open wounds are the ultimate. Hurts like a bitch. Attempting to iron clothes, as it has always happened every single time I've tried ironing, caused me to burn my arms. But I AM NOT GOING TO LET HOUSEWORK WIN. NOOOOOOO. One day I'll be the perfect domestic goddess. ONE DAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this nagging voice at the back of my head telling me I'm going to be a terrible wife and a terrible mother because I really suck at this housekeeping business. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go mug now. MUG MUG MUG. Fluid Mech tonight I guess? Thermodynamics has been conquered! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3741401574540352628?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3741401574540352628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3741401574540352628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3741401574540352628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3741401574540352628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-going-to-study-after-this-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5838093806087671693</id><published>2010-11-13T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:33:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;VERY ANGSTY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to mug hard for my upcoming exams but I'm here to share some WTF and some bits of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been practising a lot of thermodynamics. Why? Because I refuse to let my terrible experience with it last semester define my relationship with it this semester. So far so good I must say. Except for the random bits of wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Take for example, 2 days ago. I had one equation. I had all the numbers filled in. I punch them into the calculator. I get a result. Easy right? Except 6 times I punched the equation into the calculator, 6 times I get different answers. The best part, NONE OF THEM WERE CORRECT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That proves it doesn't it? My calculator hates me. But why? I love it so. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I also managed to spend more than 2 hours on ONE question only to realise what my mistake was. I wrote 5 as 3. I WROTE 5 AS 3. CAN YOU BELIEVE I WROTE 5 AS 3?! I CAN'T EVEN DIFFERENTIATE THE BASIC NUMBERS FROM EACH OTHER ANYMORE WTF AM I DOING IN CHEM ENGINEERING I SHOULD BE A TOILET CLEANER! NO WAIT I CAN'T TOILET CLEANERS NEED TO KNOW NUMBERS SO THEY CAN KEY IN WHEN THEY CLEANED THE TOILETS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just dig a hole and bury myself in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I kept typing toilet KILLERS instead of cleaners. WTF is a toilet killer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I spent the night at Rox's place last night and she said the most lol thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rox: I'm going to be a man!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Say whut? &lt;br /&gt;Rox: I'M GOING TO PUT A CHIO BU ON MY PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the best part of my week this week. :) I love you Rox. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm very tired of the ridiculous careless mistakes I've been making. I need to be damn careful. DAMN DAMN DAMN careful. But when you have a gazillion constants you need to extract from a table at the back of your textbook and they all have at least 3 decimal points, your vision starts to blur. I have a love hate relationship with the tables at the back of my thermody textbook. They let me do my questions but they are so difficult to manage and they make my head spin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a pain right now. Though, I must say it's not exactly a bad thing. I notice when life's a pain, I tend to seek comfort in numbers and equations. Which can only be a good thing now that exams are coming. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers papers papers and blue on lined paper. This feels almost like Alevels again. :) I just wish everything was as easy as back then. I wish things didn't baffle me so. I wish I understood instead of memorized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Oh well oh well oh well. Well hello there Gibbs-Duhem equation, will you be my comfort tonight? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5838093806087671693?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5838093806087671693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5838093806087671693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5838093806087671693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5838093806087671693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-angsty-ive-been-trying-to-mug-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1413884084837804267</id><published>2010-11-10T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:29:20.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNHTCglQ_Wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNHTCglQ_Wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Way up high,&lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I've dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, somewhere over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Skies are blue.&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish a star,&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me,&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops.&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney tops,&lt;br /&gt;There's where you'd find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Blue birds fly&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why, then why can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1413884084837804267?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1413884084837804267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1413884084837804267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1413884084837804267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1413884084837804267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/11/somewhere-over-rainbow-way-up-high.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1636262207205643970</id><published>2010-11-07T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:59:38.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I spent my entire day watching entire season 1 of Glee. Back to back. Until my head hurt from all the awesomeness and cutenessa and homg just want to die now why so much win-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! So I've found my favourite Glee mashup. Don't Stop Belivin' was my favourite cover of theirs UNTIL! I found this gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/og_8Trt_nTs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/og_8Trt_nTs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I loved about this gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS mashup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT'S MY LIFE and CONFESSIONS. HOW THE HELL DID THEY PUT THEM TOGETHER PERFECTLY?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; FINN MOLESTING THE MIKE HOMG IS LOVE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Look at Finn fail at dancing. All he does is pound his left foot. FUCKING ADORABLE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FINN FINN FINN FUCKING FIVE YEAR OLD SPAZZING FINN I LOVE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Black Chuck Taylors with jeans = Sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How the hell did Artie make wheelchairs look good?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kurt, oh KURT! You perfectly put together little piece of gay awesomeness. I would totally shag you if I was a guy. Look at his Diva Scarf!!!!!! Perfect. PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finn's random kicking. LOL! ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No girls. For some reason, I can't stand any of the girls in Glee. I only like looking at Quinn cos she's so pretty but the second she opens her mouth I want to fast forward. And don't get me started on Rachel. I don't care she's the lead, I WANT TO STUFF HER FACE INTO A SOCK ARGH. Did you see the split second screen of her face of disbelief that the guys were so awesome. Yeah. SUCK ON THAT SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MR WILL SCHUSTER DID NOT JUST SAY JUICE BOX HOMG HE SAID JUICE BOX.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in love with Will Schuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm also in love with Finn Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Glee. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1636262207205643970?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1636262207205643970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1636262207205643970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1636262207205643970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1636262207205643970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-i-spent-my-entire-day-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-9074017522914533428</id><published>2010-11-03T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T01:14:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1odkjJCA10c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1odkjJCA10c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All In by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Terrance, I have this gem of a song running around in my head now. I like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fight, I'm going to remember this song and I'll come back to you. Remember I'll always come back to you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, you know I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;I'm not losing you this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm all in, nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling harder than a landslide&lt;br /&gt;I spend a week away from you last night&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm calling, calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;Even if I lose the game, I'm all in&lt;br /&gt;I'm all in tonight, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-9074017522914533428?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9074017522914533428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=9074017522914533428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/9074017522914533428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/9074017522914533428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-in-by-lifehouse-thanks-to-terrance.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-555479755648675386</id><published>2010-10-30T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T02:51:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XCr-DpRfT8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XCr-DpRfT8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑비 (Love Rain) by Kim Tae Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've posted this video before but it's such a wonderful song. I totally forgot I had it until my iTunes played it randomly (today's a good itunes day *kisskisshughug*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH A GOOD SONG! Honestly, my week hasn't been very good, it's been quite bad actually but the second I hear this song, I feel like it's okay. Close your eyes and listen to it, it's really up lifting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;And cry out "Please love me again"&lt;br /&gt;If only this small wish of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Would turn into rain and fall from the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging much here and truth be told, there's nothing to blog about. All I've been doing is watching webcast after webcast when I get home and lazing around a little and sleeping slightly more than usual now since morning lectures have mostly ended NO MORE BIO CHEM YESSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have interesting stuff from my CN2121 lecturer. I have this weird sense of affection for him because he's actually quite lol. Like he'll say stuff like "INTEGRATE THIS GIGANTIC STUFF. Oh noes, I didn't bother to do it cos it's really quite... gigantic. You do it yourself." And his pronunciation gets you stuff like "System PLEASURE is greater than external PLEASURE" when he means PRESSURE and not PLEASURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh school work is so cheemz. :( Life, why you so difficult now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-555479755648675386?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/555479755648675386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=555479755648675386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/555479755648675386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/555479755648675386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-rain-by-kim-tae-woo.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5186629786880358255</id><published>2010-10-17T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:56:34.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Comeback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtHfWuxcHRo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtHfWuxcHRo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Comeback Madonna, a fictional band created for the Kdrama series, I am Legend. I didn't watch but I did follow its recaps on dramabeans and they did a rock version of SNSD's genie. I LIKE IT :D Not to mention the lead singer's legs are WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Geun Young has a new drama coming out called Mary Stayed Out All Night (yah lol at the name.) and I AM SO EXCITED HOMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/99MBDvJlr60?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/99MBDvJlr60?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH IS SO LOVING THE FEEL OF THIS VIDEO! LOVELOVELOVE Moon Geun Young! She is one lucky duck. First it was Chun Jung Myung she worked with in Cinderella's Sister and now it's JANG GEUN SUK! LIKE HOMGHOMGHOMG! :D Such good looking men. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the show's about but DAMN I CAN HARDLY WAIT! :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus on Biochem seriously RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5186629786880358255?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5186629786880358255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5186629786880358255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5186629786880358255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5186629786880358255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/comeback-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3612739888467812412</id><published>2010-10-13T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:14:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If CN2121 was a person, I would have beaten him to a pulp, stuff him (CN2121 must be male, females are never this exasperating. Irritating yes but never THIS exasperating.) in a blender and feed him to the sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate speculating. Argh. Stop it brain, stop it stop it stop it stop it. STOP IT. I'm serious. You're such a pain brain. Why can't you just figure out frugacity and the gazillion other symbols in CN2121? Hate chew. Hate chew super a lot. And for the love of God, stop expecting things to happen when they just refuse to. HEAD LOSS, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SEX HEAD LOSS AND BE ITS BEST FRIEND?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k4wzxRIVh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k4wzxRIVh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Delight by Jessica of SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;This is SUCH a cutesy bubblegum pop song that for some reason reminds me of SClub7 LOL. But for some reason, I actually really quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing any CM1501 tutorials, this is TERRIBLE. So tonight shall be CM1501 day. Go me go! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;꿈일지도 몰라 안녕이란 말도 나오질 않아&lt;br /&gt;하고픈 말 얼마나 많았는데  꿈에서도 너만 찾았는데&lt;br /&gt;혹시 그대도 하루마다 힘들었다면 나를 그리워했다면&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;주저하지 말아요 다시 망설이다 놓칠 순  없어&lt;br /&gt;떨리는 목소리로 안녕&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3612739888467812412?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3612739888467812412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3612739888467812412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3612739888467812412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3612739888467812412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-cn2121-was-person-i-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-284243618052191623</id><published>2010-10-13T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:32:34.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dresses came in the mail today HOORAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the better part of my day researching and writing on a stupid China based gold mining company RAWR. HAVE NOT DONE CN2121 TUTORIAL HOMG DIEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homg exhaustion, I knows it. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-284243618052191623?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/284243618052191623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=284243618052191623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/284243618052191623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/284243618052191623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/dresses-came-in-mail-today-hooray-d.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7104919207673341453</id><published>2010-10-11T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T02:07:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ij5nU6P9kyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ij5nU6P9kyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gain from BEG - Irreversible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Like seriously really WOW. Okay, the song itself isn't that fantastic even though it suits Gain so much but damn talk about a suspenseful MV! Not to mention that woman is frickin gorgeous! She lives off eyeliner heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment of the year "While he was ignoring her I just kept on waiting for her to﻿ shout out;  "YAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"" If you watch WGM you'll get it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7104919207673341453?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7104919207673341453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7104919207673341453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7104919207673341453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7104919207673341453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/gain-from-beg-irreversible-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3510872183394050052</id><published>2010-10-10T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:42:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Retrospect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a month since Terrance disappeared to Canada land. Honestly, when I stop and think, I can't help but ask "WTF IT'S ONLY BEEN A MONTH?!?!?!!?!?! IT FEELS LIKE FRICKIN FOREVER!" And honestly, it really does seem feel like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting still. I'm waiting and feeling like all I can do is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is definitely coming back and he isn' t going to be gone for that long and I know all of that. I know I have it better than the couples who are separated for several years but that doesn't diminish my longing a single bit, doesn't make me any less insecure or paranoid and it doesn't mean my feelings are any less justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I am okay. Don't be foolish enough to think for one single second that I do not miss Terrance. I do, I do all the time. (I will chuck something hard at anyone who asks that ridiculous question.) But I am okay. The thing is, sometimes people unexpectedly say something that amplify his absence. Like today, it was my niece's one year birthday celebration at my brother's place and my brother asked me where Terrance was.  (and for some reason calling him Lawrence at first. I don't know why but both my Mom and Brother have called him that. Adding to the hilarity, my second brother heard it as FLORENCE. O.o what is wrong with my family!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I was more peeved that my brother had gotten Terrance's name wrong but much later, I began to really feel his absence. I don't know why but I guess the last time it was my niece's first month, he was there too but this time he isn't cos he is in dear old Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Terrance is that he generally doesn't plaster his Love all over facebook or anywhere else for that matter. We barely have any photos together and those we do, we hide them somewhere in secret and they never see the light of day. :D Actually, we don't take photos when we're out together. I don't know why, especially with me being the world's greatest camwhore. But mostly, taking photos seem out of place or maybe we just never got into the habit or maybe we're just too damn lazy to lug a camera out. Most of the things we need to say to each other are said in hand written letters. (despite my disgusting handwriting) The feeling I get when he hands me a folded piece of paper is quite amazing. It's all I can do to stop myself from jumping around like a lunatic because it makes me so happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite silly I guess and I don't know what's the purpose of all these words. Reading a friend's tumblr kinda got me a little off-balanced and all these feelings kind of spilled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to get that out. All is well in Nessa land, really. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3510872183394050052?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3510872183394050052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3510872183394050052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3510872183394050052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3510872183394050052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/retrospect-its-been-more-than-month.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5019984617536864010</id><published>2010-10-10T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:53:17.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh so fucking immature. For the love of God, GROW THE HELL UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, Debs recently introduced this book shopping website to me and I AM OFFICIALLY GOD DAMN BROKE! Why oh WHY do they have free shipping. Who wants to know what this awesome website it? :D:D:D:D DA BOMB IT IS DA BOMB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5019984617536864010?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5019984617536864010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5019984617536864010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5019984617536864010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5019984617536864010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-so-fucking-immature.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5947663235813429428</id><published>2010-10-08T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T03:22:13.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the Only Exception. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5947663235813429428?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5947663235813429428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5947663235813429428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5947663235813429428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5947663235813429428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-only-exception.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-8207377384163173670</id><published>2010-10-07T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:46:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/etvHwLbK0h8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/etvHwLbK0h8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHMYGOD WHY SO FINE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. SNSD. Yes. Cute. White shirt and jeans that both my boyfriend and I agree is awesome. But really, who cares when there is MINHO?!!??! 2.06-2.07. Best 2 seconds of the entire MV. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri is gorgeous. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-8207377384163173670?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8207377384163173670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=8207377384163173670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8207377384163173670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8207377384163173670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/minho-ohmygod-why-so-fine-oh-right.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3462439204545772285</id><published>2010-10-07T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T03:09:50.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKy3PEzENlI/AAAAAAAAGvg/nPfu5y9svMQ/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKy3PEzENlI/AAAAAAAAGvg/nPfu5y9svMQ/s400/IMG_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524992312490604114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday my dearest Mr. Deborah Theseira. :) Much Love. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a marvelous time shopping around in Orchard with Verena today (and spending a ridiculous amount of money but WHO CARES I BE HAPPY WITH NEW PURCHASES!) and then dinnering with my crazy girls at Mr. Curry at Marina Square after. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping was quite epic. :D I was supposed to go F21 with Verena only but Zhiyong and Fangz came along and then Alex too because they either had nothing better to do or gifts to buy. Was still quite awesome. :D I LOVE SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the 4 crazy girls today was The Epic. As it is each and every single time. I laughed until my stomach hurt, I learned about new plays and my To-Read list has grown substantially. I lovelovelovelove how Debs and Rox both enjoy reading for leisure and they actually like real MAKES-ME-THINK stuff and have a quite a wide range of dark and slightly perverse literature for me to check out. Is Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really exhausted now though and I should really be sleeping. GOOD NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3462439204545772285?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3462439204545772285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3462439204545772285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3462439204545772285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3462439204545772285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-my-dearest-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKy3PEzENlI/AAAAAAAAGvg/nPfu5y9svMQ/s72-c/IMG_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2660399720155220348</id><published>2010-10-04T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:21:08.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've started to forget the things that I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I like waiting much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2660399720155220348?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2660399720155220348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2660399720155220348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2660399720155220348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2660399720155220348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-started-to-forget-things-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7805893612684099215</id><published>2010-10-01T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:10:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blogshops. :D And I LOVELOVELOVELOVE coming home to a package on my table. :D It's like receiving a present except you paid for it yourself so it's like a present to yourself and IT'S AWESOME! The only downside is when you do it too often, your bank account starts being a bitch and diminishes in amount. Meh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Sikyung and IU's 그대네요 (It's You) as expected, is on repeat on my ipod and it would make me so sad if I let it. But I don't. But that still doesn't make it any less awesome. Oh dear God, it is such such SUCH a lovely song. The harmonising is out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally updated my phone to the latest ISO 4.1 and... there is absolutely no difference other than the new games center thing. Boo. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOH! Organic chem paper went well! :) I'm glad there's still SOMETHING I am still capable of doing. :) If the final paper is going to be like the midterm paper, all I can say is THANK YOU DEAR LORD THANK YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 completely random and totally unrelated pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKX_4f3FNFI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/IUOGBYXv6qs/s1600/IMG_0216%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKX_4f3FNFI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/IUOGBYXv6qs/s400/IMG_0216%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523101864130065490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello IFG medal. :D The yellow is actually really really pretty! :D Is like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKX_4sUhAyI/AAAAAAAAGvY/dNw4HIOqjlQ/s1600/IMG_0217%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKX_4sUhAyI/AAAAAAAAGvY/dNw4HIOqjlQ/s400/IMG_0217%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523101867474748194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That has got to be the BEST spelling ever of my name. My tuition kid's mother pays me by putting money in an envelope and LOL LOL LOL. Bernassa. That is da bombz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/96XplmlCK7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/96XplmlCK7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Paramore's version of this song. I LOVE Glee's version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtaUVC_v7vY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtaUVC_v7vY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEAR GOD I WAS WAITING FOR THIS!!!!!!! It's SO nice to see the boys looking NORMAL after their Lucifer O.O business. Taemin baby why is your face so shiny? O.o FUCK YEAH ONEW'S HAIR!!!!! His Lucifer hair was... D: His Hello hair is *Q* I'm dying, DYING PEOPLE DYING WHY IS THIS SO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Minho? What can I say about Minho? That boy is sex personified. Everything is PERFECT. The hair, the smile, the BLAZER, the EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aN6WDGr7n1U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aN6WDGr7n1U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS OHMYGOD THIS NEEDS TO COME OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!!! WHY DO THE BOYS LOOK SO DAMN GOOD ARGH TAEMIN YOUR FACE YOUR PERFECT FACE MINHO WHY YOU SO FINE ONEW YOUR SMILE HOMG DYING KEY STOP POUTING YOU STUPID SLUT :D JONGHYUN YOU ACTUALLY LOOKED LIKE A CUTE LIZARD ARGH DYING DYING DYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need. More. Shinee. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. ALL IS WELL FOR TODAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7805893612684099215?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7805893612684099215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7805893612684099215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7805893612684099215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7805893612684099215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-i-love-blogshops.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TKX_4f3FNFI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/IUOGBYXv6qs/s72-c/IMG_0216%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5467676807037029342</id><published>2010-09-29T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:07:53.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIhfEthf0zc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIhfEthf0zc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Sikyung feat IU - 그대네요 (It's You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of IU's duets are wonderful and this one is no different. It's probably going to be on repeat for a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CN2122 was WTF to the max and then some more. Thankfully CN2121 paper was much better today. I'll just take comfort in knowing the CN2122 paper is worth only 10% of my final grade. Thank you Lord, thank you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let CM1501 be good tomorrow. It's real proper organic chemistry. I'm good at chemistry. I can DO chemistry. And nothing so far in CM1501 has completely baffled me so it will be okay right? Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia youz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5467676807037029342?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5467676807037029342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5467676807037029342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5467676807037029342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5467676807037029342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/sung-sikyung-feat-iu-its-you-all-of-ius.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4677219237051202624</id><published>2010-09-27T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:46:00.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Rox baby for a nice study session at Starbucks today. I love how we stay pretty much equidistant from good old Jurong Point and it is so easy to drop her a whatsapp message asking her if she'll like to meet up for a study session together. I love how she's a frickin Sociology major and I am a Chemical Engineering major and there is nothing in my entire organic chemistry textbook that she understands and there is also nothing on her What-The-Fucktory puny font size -20000 stack of notes that I understand but we can still sit across each other and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not on the What-The-Fucktory. (that's what I call it.) Her rationale for squeezing 4 pages of words that have font size smaller than your average newspaper (it's probably half the size.) onto one piece of paper is this. "So I will have lesser pages to read. Like I feel, eh only 3 more pages instead of meh 6 more if I had printed 2 per side. Make me more excited to read finish." Like I said, What-The-Fucktory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not just it. I really do love her company. :) I feel so comfortable around her and it's so easy to talk to her. Like the things I discussed with her today, I don't think I'll actually really talk about it with anyone else. And I always leave feeling like I know myself a little better, am a little more certain of myself. I love you you psycho woman. :) It's been amazing. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel funny. Where did the passion go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss the bit of me in Canada, if not more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4677219237051202624?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4677219237051202624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4677219237051202624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4677219237051202624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4677219237051202624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-i-met-rox-baby-for-nice-study.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2431245471866170402</id><published>2010-09-26T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T02:04:48.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pressure Variation in a Static Fluid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting anything major for a couple of days. So here is an update! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study pattern this reading week has been one heck of a roller coaster ride. I get ridiculously productive and it's all PRESSURE VARIATION, CONSERVATION OF MASS, MOMENTUM, ENERGY, PV WORK, ALKYL HALIDE, R,S STEROISOMERS WOOHOOOOO and then suddenly it's let-me-rot-in-front-of-TV-for-the-night-and-half-of-the-morning. (America's Next Top Model is actually pretty good! Tyra Banks is a joke lol. In a good way. :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite epic really. But hey, at least I get some work done. :) And I really do love Chemistry. :) Even if it is Organic chem. :) The principles are not that different, RESONANCE, HYBRIDIZATION, MESO COMPOUNDS WOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to squeeze in Olivia by Dorothy Starchey as well. Actually, I didn't plan on finishing the entire thing, just a couple of chapters to calm the insane beast that wanted to murder fluid mech in me. But it was good. Like really good. Like homg why is there not MORE good. And it's really quite short so it took only a couple of hours for me to swallow the whole thing. I really like how Starchey writes. Yes, the book is just drowning in the lesbian love, no there is no sex scene, yes, the sexual tension is incredibly high, no, I didn't understand half of the characters and HELL YES I WILL DEFINITELY RECOMMEND IT! I just wish the author had written more stuff. :( It's her one and only piece. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I been up to? I don't like Starbucks' new creme brulee frap. Their caramel frap is still the best ice blended in the world. I wish they still had coffee jelly. :( I wish people will stop adding me on Facebook if their profile pic contains 6000 people and their name sounds ridiculously unfamiliar. It makes me uncomfortable. I HAVE A NEW SKIRT! :D Courtesy of The Mother and I love it. :D I think I might post up pictures of my Mom's creations. They're really very pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Canada wasn't so far away. I wish we didn't have a ridiculous time difference with Canada, I WISH CANADA WASN'T ON ANOTHER FRICKIN CONTINENT. I hate you Canada. Hate you hate you hate you. &gt;:( Hate seeing that the last message was on the second of September, hate having no one to be pretty for, hate how I've already be accustomed to not seeing texts, hate it hate it hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, angst aside, I took out my 50mm to play today. (I don't use it much but I'm beginning to think I should.) I don't know why actually. Probably because my camera was running out of battery and I wanted to use that bit left. Oh and cos Stitch is just too adorable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TJ4yKWz48lI/AAAAAAAAGu4/N6qWP4GMpVc/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TJ4yKWz48lI/AAAAAAAAGu4/N6qWP4GMpVc/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520905346706109010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEEHEE IN MY UBER CUTE PICNIC HAT WITH A PINK RIBBON! :D Not that you can see. He kinda looks like a china farmer hor? HAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TJ4yKy0Y0uI/AAAAAAAAGvA/ZC4-VZhjUy0/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TJ4yKy0Y0uI/AAAAAAAAGvA/ZC4-VZhjUy0/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520905354224390882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big blue noseeeeee. :D My niece likes to chew on it. Until I scream and yank poor Stitch back that is. Poor baby, his nose was starting to smell funny until I use what little Hugo Boss Terrance passed me before he left on him. Then he started to smell swoon worthy. Woots. Boys, take a page out of my boyfriend's book and use Hugo Boss fragrances. They give me goosebumps. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sick of the blue stuffed toy you say? (BUT WHY HE IS SO CUTE!) Fine, I give you PEOPLE! And girls at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TJ4yL-mn7qI/AAAAAAAAGvI/juwKHwjPYyY/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TJ4yL-mn7qI/AAAAAAAAGvI/juwKHwjPYyY/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520905374567755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Engin appreciation dinner. Awesome company. ♥ (BOOOOO at my eyebags. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my eyebags really need some unloading. SLEEP TIME GOOD NIGHT! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2431245471866170402?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2431245471866170402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2431245471866170402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2431245471866170402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2431245471866170402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressure-variation-in-static-fluid-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TJ4yKWz48lI/AAAAAAAAGu4/N6qWP4GMpVc/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-712207089924199859</id><published>2010-09-21T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T02:29:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Margaret Atwood is a genius. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bit of me in Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-712207089924199859?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/712207089924199859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=712207089924199859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/712207089924199859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/712207089924199859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/margaret-atwood-is-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2323047653523756567</id><published>2010-09-17T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:27:26.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gleeeeee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aaaaaaaaaam! Gleeful. Heeeheee. And why am I so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I hold in my hands, 2 lovely new paperbacks. :D Wilderness Tips by Margaret Atwood and Olivia by Dorothy Strachey. The smell of new paperbacks, or paperbacks in general, it makes me swoon slightly. :D Is absolutely wonderful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Atwood is fast becoming a firm favourite of mine. No one will top Neil Gaiman, that charming endearing dear man but Atwood is really something. Wilderness Tips is a collection of 10 short stories and you should know I LOVE short stories. (I don't like all short stories though... Adverbs by Daniel Handler didn't do much for me even though a lot of my friends loved it.) I've read the first story in Wilderness Tips and seriously, that woman's writing style really sucks you in. A good short story doesn't even have to have a dramatic plot, heck it doesn't even have to go anywhere plot-wise, it just needs to be well written with prose that flow and words that mean something with substance and weight.  And damn does Atwood do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go get more of her stuff. Cat's eye, Alias Grace and Edible Woman! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Ann Siang Hill to check out some stuff today after school. It is such a pretty little place with the quaintest little shops. I love Googlemaps by the way. It is an AMAZING application. Totally helped my sorry little self to find the very elusive store I was looking for. And it even found me Books Actually along the way. That store smells amazingly amazing. It's just a regular bookstore but the smell, it hits you the second you open the door and I love it! It's the smell of pure concentrated Book Lust. If they sold that scent, I'm going to inhale it like a druggie every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Janie and her boyfriend was quite the Love. :D So cute. :D HEEHEEE. :D I'M GOING TO MISS YOU BABE PLEASE WRITE ME KAYYYYYY LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOUUUU! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1226am on a Saturday morning and I don't know who to call. And even if I did, I wouldn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be studying HURHUR. But I think I'm going to take in just a little more Atwood first. :D IS LOVE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2323047653523756567?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2323047653523756567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2323047653523756567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2323047653523756567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2323047653523756567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/gleeeeee-i-aaaaaaaaaam-gleeful.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2274432800667818960</id><published>2010-09-15T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:11:30.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3906221/tumblr_l8sf5xzwLc1qc8jyko1_500_large.jpg?1284552916"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 267px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3906221/tumblr_l8sf5xzwLc1qc8jyko1_500_large.jpg?1284552916" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm a chem engineer, glad for my fellow chem engineers and especially glad for Kublai. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually don't have anything to blog about today. Haha. EG2401 discussion was painfully long but it's done and done really well too as a matter of fact. :D Good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in CN2121 lecture today and to be entirely honest, it's the first time I really knocked out that bad in NUS. My dear friends even have pictures to prove it. -__- Though... I fell asleep during the break so that means I'm still QUITE a good student. Right? :D Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my textbooks are really quite good this semester. Last semester, CN1111's textbook was just wtfdeluxe. Half the time I didn't understand what the hell I was reading but for this semester, I actually half-enjoy reading my textbooks. Mostly because I can actually understand what I'm reading, even if I have to re-read some parts a couple of times. It's better than going WTFWTFWTFWTF OH I GIVE UP! BURN BURN BURRRRRRRN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's recess week next week homg SO FAST!!!!!! Good time to catch up and start on my R&amp;amp;P essay. I'm ridiculously behind for biochem hate 8am lectures &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Okay. I GO STUDY NAO BAIIIII! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2274432800667818960?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2274432800667818960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2274432800667818960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2274432800667818960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2274432800667818960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7334019872456088597</id><published>2010-09-15T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:41:27.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TI-xttym_BI/AAAAAAAAGuw/3zdt0XOLBek/s1600/IMG_9907.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TI-vtxzpuzI/AAAAAAAAGuo/F93z9R8S7QQ/s1600/normal_45015_1329772653604_1509621429_30723896_3947436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 408px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TI-vtxzpuzI/AAAAAAAAGuo/F93z9R8S7QQ/s400/normal_45015_1329772653604_1509621429_30723896_3947436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516821269551102770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OhmyGod, Taemin you fucking gorgeous boy. I want to know where is Minho in this picture! TSK but it's okay, I forgive you SMEntertainment, as long you keep that gorgeous Taemin's face coming, I'm Okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS, you're a bitch. I hate chew I hate chew I HATE YOU! I hate having to consciously tell myself to not care wtf that's retarded. It should be second nature hello Nessa can you pay more attention to your stupid fluid mech tutorials instead of useless rubbish that doesn't benefit you in any way? Thermody happens to need you more than your stupid emotions too by the way JUST SAYING! DIE HORMONES DIE. Oh and I don't think I've ever hated the number 51 so much before in my life &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I want to play Badminton &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TI-xttym_BI/AAAAAAAAGuw/3zdt0XOLBek/s1600/IMG_9907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TI-xttym_BI/AAAAAAAAGuw/3zdt0XOLBek/s400/IMG_9907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516823467496242194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy (slightly) belated birthday Niqing! KUBLAI LOVES YOU! :) ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7334019872456088597?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7334019872456088597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7334019872456088597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7334019872456088597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7334019872456088597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-slightly-belated-birthday-niqing.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TI-vtxzpuzI/AAAAAAAAGuo/F93z9R8S7QQ/s72-c/normal_45015_1329772653604_1509621429_30723896_3947436_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5249816870991690165</id><published>2010-09-13T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:18:21.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Promises like Dust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at pictures of Shinee turns me into a pile of fangirl-goo that squeals periodically. How oh HOW in the world did they get so fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm refining my Stem Cells essay and it's a pain in the ass. I'm over my world limit by more than 150 words and that SUCKS BALLS &gt;:( HEYYY GOOD JOB ME I'VE SHAVED I DOWN TO ONLY 60 NOW! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to say today. EG2401 WOOHOOO. It's really more difficult than EG1413 RAWRRRRRR. I'm sure my dear team mates will attest to that. Okay, it's BED TIME GOOD NIGHT MY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8n0exlcTy1qa7zhqo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1284470030&amp;amp;Signature=8EMWWPkuI0kJSRLWeGwjL0kfABU%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 266px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8n0exlcTy1qa7zhqo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1284470030&amp;amp;Signature=8EMWWPkuI0kJSRLWeGwjL0kfABU%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is Yuri not the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5249816870991690165?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5249816870991690165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5249816870991690165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5249816870991690165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5249816870991690165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/promises-like-dust-heyyy-good-job-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5199138406001166329</id><published>2010-09-12T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:33:45.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm determined to enjoy this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fluid mechanics, stop trying to ruin my plan. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5199138406001166329?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5199138406001166329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5199138406001166329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5199138406001166329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5199138406001166329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-determined-to-enjoy-this-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7569465034497012911</id><published>2010-09-11T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:25:06.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BOOM BOOM POW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TIuiY501L9I/AAAAAAAAGug/0UH2_cEoGDg/s1600/IMG_3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TIuiY501L9I/AAAAAAAAGug/0UH2_cEoGDg/s400/IMG_3468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515680717368274898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Venice is such a pretty little city. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFG BADMINTON TODAY! :D Oh God, I miss badminton so much. :/ It felt so unbelievably awesome whacking that ball of feathers around again. :D Yay for the Engin team! :D Makes me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite saddened by how my netball girls didn't get into the semis. :(:(:(:( Is hatez! &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually too tired to blog properly and I just wanted to show you that pretty picture of Venice I took. Heehee. :D GOOD NIGHT FOLKS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7569465034497012911?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7569465034497012911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7569465034497012911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7569465034497012911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7569465034497012911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/boom-boom-pow-i-am-actually-too-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TIuiY501L9I/AAAAAAAAGug/0UH2_cEoGDg/s72-c/IMG_3468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6228677634523226257</id><published>2010-09-10T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:17:42.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All that the gods love are Holy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching everywhere. I can't run properly because everything feels so strained and tight and God alone knows how in the world I'm going to play at tomorrow's badminton training rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, the reason for the semi-agony I'm in right now is because I had IFG training on Wednesday. Which was awesome by the way. It feels REAAAAALLY good hitting that puny little white shuttlecock around properly again. Mixed doubles is a new experience but thinking about it, it's not THAT different from the women's doubles I'm so used to. Similar playing method. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, IFG training on Wednesday resulted in my semi-agony. I haven't played properly for 4 years so all the running and stretching and whacking  left me a semi-cripple. Hurhur. In a good way obviously since I haven't felt that exhilarated in quite a while. The sound, the sweat, how incredibly red my face gets, all of it, makes my heart pound.   My serving is DISGUSTINGLY high though. :/ Is terrible. And my backhand pushes are disgusting as well RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my Netball girls win on Saturday! I want them to win so bad. :/ I'm generally amazed by their legs and how incredibly graceful they are jumping around on the court. And the ease they have with throwing and catching the ball. Oh and the way they snatch the ball from the opponent team leaves my jaw hanging sometimes. These aren't even professional players but I'm already amazed. Mostly it's because netball is quite foreign to me. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball girls have a particular look I realise, long toned legs, incredibly well formed calves and a generally X-like body shape. Likewise so do Badminton girls. Badminton girls are generally bigger around the thighs and butt, particularly the thighs. And like the netballers, we have generally well formed calves. It's such a familiar look, the badminton look. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BADMINTON YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run baby run,&lt;br /&gt;Don't even look back&lt;br /&gt;They'd tear us apart if you give them the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart, don't say we're not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run,&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be, You and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeek, why is this song stuck in my head tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is my R&amp;amp;P textbook so interesting but I fall asleep each time after I read about 6-7 pages? I'm not being sarcastic, it really is interesting but I'm sleep deprived and the content is really heavy. Heavy content impersonating a jolly fun read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6228677634523226257?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6228677634523226257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6228677634523226257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6228677634523226257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6228677634523226257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-that-gods-love-are-holy-im-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2675536215460366908</id><published>2010-09-07T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:33:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Are you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rain is falling down on the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I won't go until you come outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Check yes Juliet kill the limbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll keep tossing rocks at your window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There's no turning back for us tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2675536215460366908?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2675536215460366908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2675536215460366908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2675536215460366908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2675536215460366908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/check-yes-juliet-are-you-with-me-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-367675614546373909</id><published>2010-09-06T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:08:55.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Clear Night Sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study snack, peanut butter and butter sandwich (best peanut butter and whatever combination in my opinion) and a glass of orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having breakfast at 10.45 pm. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!!!! Guess who was on time, heck, EARLY for her 9am lecture this morning? Huh huh huh? Yup! That's right, IT'SSSSSSS ME!!!!! :D Whoa, I'm damn proud of myself. Actually, I was only early cos my brother dropped me off lar but still, EARLY LEHZ. I'm proud of myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very proud of myself for panicking so early in the semester. Heeheee. :D Good job Nessa. PANIC MORE IT IS GOOD FOR YOUR GRADES GO GO. This week marks the start of  my intended HARDCORE-ness! Go go go. And hello, I've catched up on CN2121 GOOD JOB. Now I only have CN2122 and LSM1401 to stab myself over. But IT'S OKAY COS I KNOW I'M GETTING THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first month of the new semester has been insane for me. But hey, it's ending. Just IFG left! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go sleep. My poor body needs it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-367675614546373909?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/367675614546373909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=367675614546373909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/367675614546373909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/367675614546373909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/clear-night-sky-study-snack-peanut.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3712744636124387392</id><published>2010-09-05T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:06:56.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homg CN2122 is blowing my brains out. In a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3712744636124387392?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3712744636124387392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3712744636124387392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3712744636124387392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3712744636124387392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/homg-cn2122-is-blowing-my-brains-out.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-389088045206246507</id><published>2010-09-03T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:35:57.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Absentmindedly making me want You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFG Netball is coming along nicely and I'm glad. :D I think we have a pretty good team this year! And IFG badminton is coming along nicely too? I'm glad I'm going to be able to play competitively again for Badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, I'm team manager for netball. Which means I don't actually play, heck I know next to nothing about netball and had to have one of the girls at training explain to me what the differences between GD, GA, WD, WA, GS, GK and C were. I signed up as a player for badminton though and while I'm not actually IN the team yet, I THINK it'd work out? I don't know. We'll see on Monday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the most ridiculously craving for a nice gassy sweet drink and my first choice was coke. So now I'm already half-way through a 1.5L bottle. WTF WHY WON'T THIS CRAVING JUST GO AWAY!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi's latest Curve ID jeans has me going HOMG IS SO MUCH INCREDIBLE WANT!!!! Only thing is, I don't wear jeans very often so does it make any sense to pay so much for a pair of jeans I will wear only for lab sessions in NUS? Must prioritise! Except there isn't anything I really want to get now... a new Sony Vaio? Think Nessa, THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CN2121 lectures are not meant for the taking of in big doses. It's not so much the content, it is the accent of my lecturer. ARGHHH FRUSTRATION I HAS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I need to stop oversleeping. Like for real. Who wants to buy me 10 alarm clocks so I will stop oversleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomboompow! WOKAY BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-389088045206246507?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/389088045206246507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=389088045206246507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/389088045206246507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/389088045206246507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/absentmindedly-making-me-want-you-ifg.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4178654462526049454</id><published>2010-09-02T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:12:38.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;She's the best thing that's ever been Mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to understand my biochem lecture slides is really quite a chore. My braincells are dying left, right, center, up, down, everywhere. BUT! Once I get it, it's actually really very interesting! :D Ohhh, I love you Youtube, you make learning so much easier. *suffocates Youtube with wet kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates, Monosaccharides, Kinase, Microtubules, I'm slightly overwhelmed but I'm getting there. Jia you me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift's latest song, Mine is so typically her. But each time I listen to it, I miss Terrance that much more. I promise this is the last time you'll hear me put my ache into actual words and not have it be the most cryptic thing that no one understands ever. I promise! The first week will be the worst no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter to my favourite black device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear iPod,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite black device, my Love, my comfort, my joy, my lone solace on lonely travel trips, you are my favourite, I even named you after me! You know I need you too much to abandon you. You also know I'm too damn stingy to get a replacement since you have over 65gb worthed of space on you left. But you, you try my patience so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, please stop your epic battle with iTunes. It leaves me exasperated and I cannot pick a side. You know you are nothing without iTunes, you know I'm nothing without you. i.e. We are both nothing without iTunes. Yes. I know, iTunes can be a bitch. I hate her sometimes too. She is perpetually in need of a stupid update that changes nothing. She doesn't let me download Korean songs legally and she won't read so many damn formats. She won't even read some fonts! Sometimes, she PMSes and I have to bloody reinstall her! Worst of all, she occasionally misplaces my music! I know, iPod, I know. But what do you do when you can't live with her but you definitely cannot live without her either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honey, please stop this ridiculous behaviour right now. Please stop hanging. Please just sync properly. Please stop pulling iTunes' hair. She protests by hanging AS WELL. Do you know how irritating it is to have "YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING A TEE....." go though my ears? You see how you'd like it if I pause in the middle of songs and refuse to continue playing them. I need the two of you, I really do. I promise to treat you better if you will stop this nonsense now! I might even get you a new cover! Now be a dear and go make up with iTunes. Kiss and make up and have the best Apple sex ever. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, studying has gotten to my head. Go me go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4178654462526049454?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4178654462526049454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4178654462526049454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4178654462526049454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4178654462526049454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/shes-best-thing-thats-ever-been-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4534346008870378948</id><published>2010-09-02T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:50:04.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22RNJLPCDyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22RNJLPCDyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say Katy Perry's very pretty or visually appealing but she has this strange charm that I wish I had. And she is mad sexy. And this stupid song's stuck in my head. GREATTTTT. The beat of the chorus reminds me slightly of California Girls though... Oh and her Ray Bans are LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I helped out at IFG handball today since they needed people and I was score and time keeper for the Men games. Why? Cos one of my fellow helpers decided he want to stare at girls and I being the nicest person around, just obliged. There will be no need to turn the argument around and say I had guys to stare at. The only guys I want to stare at are either in S.Korea or on a plane to Canada right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games ranged from WHOA DAMN EXCITING to MEH WHY SO BORING. The team from Engin was good! And from what I heard from the above mentioned fellow helper, the girls' games were MEHHHH. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrance left yesterday morning for exchange in Canada and won't be back for a little more than 4 months. A bit of me wishes I was packed into his luggage and followed him there but most of me is being practical and rational. So yes, plenty of work to keep my brain alive this semester. Go me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. CN2121 WEBCAST! WAIT FOR ME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4534346008870378948?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4534346008870378948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4534346008870378948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4534346008870378948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4534346008870378948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wont-say-katy-perrys-very-pretty-or.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2484957743021537340</id><published>2010-08-31T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:24:46.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TOTIPOTENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do my fellow LSM1401 course mates have something against HEADINGS?! I've been reading entire essays with literally not a single heading. HOW CAN YOU WRITE AN ENTIRE SCIENTIFIC ESSAY WITHOUT HEADINGS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STILL IN JC WRITING GP ESSAYS YOU JOKEFACE?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, some of the English makes me want to jump out the nearest window. Stem cells ARE ARE ARE AREEEEE! Not stem cells IS!!!!! Homg, if I see one more "stem cells is" I will BREAK SOMEONE'S NECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know everything there is to know about the classification of stem cells now. Ask me, I'll know! :D And guess what, I still don't know what's the point of all of this. How is this supposed to aid me in my future career as a chem engineer? You know, as much as a I loathe thermodynamics and fluid mechanics, I still can understand their relevance but STEM CELLS. WHY DO I NEED TO LEARN ABOUT STEM CELLS LORD SAVE ME. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 2 more essays to properly comment on. I will do them during EG2401 lecture tomorrow heehee. Engin professionalism lectures are DA BOMB. I learn absolutely nothing and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, CATCH UP ON CN2121 WEBCASTS. And for the love of God, get your Reason And Persuasion textbook prz. NESSA PLEASE WAKE UP YOUR IDEA PX IS OVER TERRANCE IS FLYING TO CANADA IT'S TIME TO BE HARDCORE UNDERSTAND NOT!? I'm going to paste post its all over my room to remind me I AM GOING TO FAIL if I don't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the internet sometimes. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2484957743021537340?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2484957743021537340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2484957743021537340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2484957743021537340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2484957743021537340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/totipotent-i-still-have-2-more-essays.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1960699358689374762</id><published>2010-08-25T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:18:58.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My watch died on me. :(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought I'll always have things under control. Even when I get upset and want to break things and say I want to kill something, I actually still have it under control. So finding myself suddenly forgetting to breathe is really something quite new. I promise myself I won't do that to myself ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back from the station today even though I think I am going to die from exhaustion. 4 or so hours of sleep per day is really not good for my health. I haven't done it alone for a while so that was nice. I always feel a lot better after walking. Anyway, as usual, I walk and I think. I didn't actually solve anything today but I did make my mind up about a lot of things. Which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to explain anything to you anymore and I'm not going to anymore. It seems like whatever I say, you just end up misunderstanding because your own feelings take precedence over mine. So, enough. No more threatening to leave or anything of that sort. No more of this come back and go business. No more feeling miserable, no more frustration for you, no more unfamiliar feelings of helplessness. No more pathetic begging on my part, no more of this missing business, no more of crying. Run away, I will accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I must have a gazillion things to do. Must. Settle. Netball. IFG. And what my fellow Chem engineers said of CN2121 lecture today which I missed, I really should go stare for long long hours at the webcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sort of anger that only Debs can produce in words, I would feel it if I could right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why are you so amazing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1960699358689374762?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1960699358689374762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1960699358689374762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1960699358689374762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1960699358689374762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-watch-died-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6930227580059691264</id><published>2010-08-25T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:02:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Reason and Persuasion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking the button that said "Upload" on the LSM stem cells essay submission tab was the most liberating thing that happened to me this month. I'm glad it's over. For now that is. Next up, ranking my peers' essays and doing draft 2 and THEN the final thing. What was Prof Kim thinking honestly, what kind of strange mind blowing WTFDELUXE system is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, despite my immense displeasure and frustration with the paper, I actually did learn a whole bunch of things about stem cells. Before, I just knew stem cells were awesome because they can become any other cell in our body and that removing them from embryos pisses people off because the embryos die. But actually, it's a lot more complicated than that. Also, my ability to paraphrase even things I don't understand has really improved. Like for example, during LSM lab yesterday, I, like everyone else in the lab, had a past year worksheet to copy from and I was subconsciously paraphrasing every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, LSM lab is actually really really REALLLLLLY fun. :D Wayyyyy more fun than my Chem labs. AND AIR CON LABS! I love the Life Sciences department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really run off for my R&amp;amp;P tutorial now. Philosophy woohoo! The way my lecturer talks about Socrates and Euthyphro really makes me laugh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6930227580059691264?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6930227580059691264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6930227580059691264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6930227580059691264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6930227580059691264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/reason-and-persuasion-clicking-button.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4228225219024221874</id><published>2010-08-22T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:21:11.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Romeo, save me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3483494/tumblr_l7hu89ODiW1qa7fkdo1_500_large.png?1282408307"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3483465/tumblr_l7hm6ldEnO1qcqujpo1_400_large.png?1282408220"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3483465/tumblr_l7hm6ldEnO1qcqujpo1_400_large.png?1282408220" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learned the meaning of the terms pluripotency, totipotency, multipotency, INDUCED PLURIPOTENT STEM CELLS, blastocyst, cell differentiating and a million and one new abbreviations cos them biochemists just LOVE abbreviations. (hESCs, PBS, SCML - I still don't know wtf SCML is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told, I'm writing my entire essay not understanding half of the things I've researched and am typing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, FUCK YOU STEM CELLS. &gt;:( And Alex was lamenting the lack of any sources talking about the current medical applications of stem cells before we concluded THERE WAS NONE! I bet my jokeface lecturer anyhow whacked the questions without thinking whoa so cheem and so vague sure got things to write about but in reality, his poor students are going PROF KIM I HOPE YOU DIE because his gazillion restrictions on resources completely screw with our brains and you can scan through a million pages on pubmed and still not find one relevant article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what, we can't use online articles. We can only use journal papers or books. Which means we have to skim through pages and pages of usually irrelevant material that we don't understand anyway cos we're chem-fucking-engineers and not biochemists OR. We read entire books on Stem Cells. Which also means in one single cruel move, dear Prof Kim has severed our loving relationship with Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is this essay due? TUES-FUCKING-DAY. And the cherry on top, it's only the first draft. WE HAVE MORE DRAFTS TO SUBMIT!!! Which means more WTFDELUXE X 14782654562847. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to complain lar okay. Just let me complain. I'm tired and the stupid dateline is looming over my head and I so desperately want to write a good paper and I'm PMSing and everything is just BAD BAD BAD BAD WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though I have so many things I need to do but I am so overwhelmed by them that I don't even know when or where to start. People keep needing me for things, Bizcom needs me for interviews, for HR, for making people happy, PX needs me for quotation forms, budget reviews, stupid minutes which I still haven't finished (there is a reason why I am not the secretary!) IFG needs me to gather the netballers together for trials and trainings, School needs me for tutorials, lab preparation (OH FISHNUGGET need to read up on lab for Tuesday and Thursday!) essays, readings, 8-fucking-AM lectures. I need me to not care and squish whatever space I have left for emotional negativity and sadness into some place where it will be forgotten to rot and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it feels that I cannot keep doing this to myself. It's only going to be the 3rd week of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm stubborn and I refuse to believe I cannot do everything competently. So this ridiculously loud and screechy voice screams in my head, "IF I CAN'T, I MUST!" and it keeps on repeating it so IF I CAN'T, I MUST! I MUST I MUST I MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just tonight. I don't know why it's tonight but it is tonight. Just tonight I can't help but feel overwhelmed and pathetic. Screw you hormonal imbalance! You better balance yourself out by tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3483494/tumblr_l7hu89ODiW1qa7fkdo1_500_large.png?1282408307"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3483494/tumblr_l7hu89ODiW1qa7fkdo1_500_large.png?1282408307" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;If I can't, I FUCKING MUST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4228225219024221874?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4228225219024221874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4228225219024221874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4228225219024221874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4228225219024221874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/romeo-save-me-and-alex-was-lamenting.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-973393732858625248</id><published>2010-08-20T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:55:53.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 AM LECTURE I REALLY SHOULD NOT BE AWAKE RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say this though, just in case it wasn't clear enough before. I HATE STEM CELLS. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-973393732858625248?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/973393732858625248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=973393732858625248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/973393732858625248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/973393732858625248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/8-am-lecture-i-really-should-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2437834503542067610</id><published>2010-08-19T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T02:37:00.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have a gazillion things to do tonight or by this week at least. But tonight, I do no work. Tonight I stone and rot in front of my laptop and tonight, I sleep early. :) Early being relative that is since most people won't say past 1am to be early. Well, I DO! For the past couple of days, I've been sleeping after 3. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being late for lectures. :/ YES! I MUST! It is terrible how I show up anywhere from 30 minutes to a full hour late. I hate morning lectures. I HATE MORNING LECTURES! The thing is, I always wake up on time. I always set my alarm clock to the correct waking up time and each morning, I do wake up. I just never actually get out of bed because usually I reached out and turn that annoying buzzer off and go right back to sleep. I would swear at it but my morning self can't formulate any four letter words. Just one five letter one, SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that me and Darren just REALLLLLY suck at Thermodynamics. HURHUR. :D And Zhiyong's calculator hates me. Imagine punching in numbers to solve a quadratic equation several times (at least 5 I think) and getting different answers each and every single time. -___- If that ain't Hate, I don't know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, IFG badminton trials today. I am totally out of form homg. After like a 10 minute mostly lobbing session with one of the girls there, my arm was starting to feel like it was floating off. :/ But still, I love that delicious sound when the shuttle makes contact with the racket and the squeaks that the shoes make when shuttlers make a quick change of direction.  And I love love love love the heat, the sweat and the adrenaline rush that comes even after just 5 minutes of uncompetitive playing. I love Badminton more than any other sport in the world. :) It keeps you fit without making you look like a moron who fell asleep while sun tanning. I don't like the sun much, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a silly little PX meeting after that as usual, had quite a number of laughs. :D Popped down to Central Library to help with the setting up of Project Y with my Bizcom gang and I HAD SO MUCH FUN HOMG LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX. SUPER EXTRAORDINARY XYLOPHONE. :D I love Inka. She's such a sweetheart. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrance has been away at camp for the past 2 weeks and initially, it felt quite strange not having him around (oh don't do that HE IS STILL CONTACTABLE GOT HANDPHONE RIGHT? You try paying attention to your girlfriend while attending a hardcore camp. You just try. If you do succeed, tell me how many of Freshies care about you then.) Like something's not quite right with my life but then, I kinda got used to it. Tutorials are filling up my life, I have labs coming up, online assignments, a bloody stem cell paper to write, philosophy to contemplate and comment upon, events to plan, people to care about, people I really don't care about to care about, morning lectures to hate, lecturers to misunderstand, Kublai to adore, there must a gazillion and one things for me to occupy myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a way, it is a good thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get asked the question "How the hell does your boyfriend/Terrance stand you?!" a lot. And my usual response is "He doesn't stand lor, he sits down." But actually, it kind of squishes my ego. Just by a little bit though and give it a minute and I promise you it's back up at full again. My ego is incredibly regenerative and tough. :D But anyway, it squishes my ego because it makes me wonder am I that terrible a person? It makes me wonder if perhaps, he is really better off with someone else who doesn't swear as much as I do, doesn't make as much noise as I do, doesn't jump around like a half-crazed woman like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that question really. Please stop asking. I don't know how Terrance takes me, why are you asking me, maybe you should just ask him. Maybe I should just go lock myself up in a convent and be a nun for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly. This is when my psychological defense mechanism comes to play. I always end up at Indifference. I wish people will realise I'm just defending myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TGwcoNlGjAI/AAAAAAAAGuM/H8i2vTuG1K8/s1600/IMG_3749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TGwcoNlGjAI/AAAAAAAAGuM/H8i2vTuG1K8/s400/IMG_3749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506807921532898306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a vain-ass picture of me at the top of the leaning tower of Pisa to take away the somber mood of the last couple of paragraphs! :D Pisa was really pretty, if not INCREDIBLY boring. Florence was way more awesome than Pisa in my opinion. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get some pictures of Florence tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2437834503542067610?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2437834503542067610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2437834503542067610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2437834503542067610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2437834503542067610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartbreaker-i-must-have-gazillion.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TGwcoNlGjAI/AAAAAAAAGuM/H8i2vTuG1K8/s72-c/IMG_3749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-8575562054054561350</id><published>2010-08-17T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:17:08.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3048820/tumblr_l5orxlvnXN1qayix4o1_500_large.jpg?1279426361"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2544666/tumblr_l3tmnfWQJ91qb6hv3o1_400_large.jpg?1276231726"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 524px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2544666/tumblr_l3tmnfWQJ91qb6hv3o1_400_large.jpg?1276231726" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gem is screwing with my mind, Philosophy is totally screwing with my brain. BUT SO DAMN INTERESTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an essay on Stem Cells to write and it's pissing me off because I'm not allowed to use textbooks as references. :/ I don't even know where to begin. :( I guess the library is going to my friend for the next couple of days. GOOGLE HAS NOT BEEN HELPFUL AT ALL. And neither has any of the papers I've managed to gather on PubMed. ARGH. Is hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3048820/tumblr_l5orxlvnXN1qayix4o1_500_large.jpg?1279426361"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 256px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3048820/tumblr_l5orxlvnXN1qayix4o1_500_large.jpg?1279426361" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've been trying very hard to be on time for my morning lectures but it's really quite difficult. Like for example, today, I was late by an entire frickin hour because dear 183 at Clementi was perpetually packed and it was at least 40 minutes before I could get on any of them. I was considering cabbing (ARGH peak hour surcharges rawr.) but the cab queue seriously deterred me. Heck, I was thinking of walking already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the morning rush. It is possibly the number one thing I HATE about Singapore. The evening rush doesn't affect me much and I never actually need to get anywhere on time in the evening since it's just home I'm going to but morning rush. ARGH. HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is not looking good meh. :/ IGNORE. I JUST IGNORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas good talking to Janie. :D MUCH LOVE YOU GORGEOUS WOMAN ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-8575562054054561350?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8575562054054561350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=8575562054054561350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8575562054054561350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8575562054054561350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-gem-is-screwing-with-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-8991770770189668458</id><published>2010-08-15T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:05:09.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST USE THE GOD DAMN SI UNITS SYSTEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU AMERICA. FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-8991770770189668458?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8991770770189668458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=8991770770189668458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8991770770189668458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8991770770189668458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-demand-to-know-why-cant-we-all-just.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-878604966413798512</id><published>2010-08-14T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:24:32.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuhzGbSq-Hc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuhzGbSq-Hc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Heart by Shinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second favourite song after Lucifer off their Lucifer album. Who else thinks it's damn sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Taemin and Onew started their air-guitar strumming business at the beginning I literally SQUEALED. I think they eat a cuteness pill every morning, else how in the world did they get SO damn adorable?! And Onew's incredibly awkward dancing before that. LOL. You have to love Onew. (AND HIS BICEPS!!!! *grabs*) Key has his You-Know-You-Want-To-Sex-Me face on but I have to say, the hairstyle kind of just kills it all. Hurhur. Minho baby, could you please LOOK at the camera tsk. Jonghyun... nice cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it kinda hilarious how they're all making out with their mikes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onew has the brightest, most brilliant, HAPPIEST smile I've ever had the fortune to see on anyone. Is brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-878604966413798512?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/878604966413798512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=878604966413798512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/878604966413798512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/878604966413798512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/electric-heart-by-shinee-my-second.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7142027503883377580</id><published>2010-08-13T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:29:26.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3359903/tumblr_l73h2kxAK71qzooeko1_500_large.jpg?1281709134"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 257px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3359903/tumblr_l73h2kxAK71qzooeko1_500_large.jpg?1281709134" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3359903/tumblr_l73h2kxAK71qzooeko1_500_large.jpg?1281709134"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think maybe this sem, I'll feel more like myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to my dear Ming and Xian for a lovely night. :) I hearts you two longlongdeepdeep! Caveman caveman HOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! :D:D:D:D:D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also extremely thankful for the 30 or so minutes I had Terrance at Starbucks today while waiting for Ming and Xian to arrive. :) ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after much staring at CN2122 (Fluid Mechanics, thou art a curse to all chem engineers.) notes, I think I kind of understand what the heck is going on. Though, I can't remember half of MA1505 and I'm beginning to think I should go revise. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put in words exactly what I feel right now. It's a strange mixture of sheer exhaustion (I HATE morning lectures.) and exuberance (and it's killing my brain because these two just kind of contradict each other.) and mad insane longing and an insatiable aching. How ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This post is going nowhere. I'm sick of pH and pKas and acids and bases and all that. Weapon of brain destruction.  &gt;:( Imma go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to be the prettiest girl you'd ever know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7142027503883377580?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7142027503883377580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7142027503883377580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7142027503883377580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7142027503883377580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/imma-go-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2317163060519834650</id><published>2010-08-12T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:11:53.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Love like mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting slightly peeved at how slow I'm doing work. :/ 3 hours to revise and then do 1 tutorial. That's not very production no? :/ And I kinda keep getting distracted too. IS BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 new skirts! Courtesy of my Mama's sewing machine and they are LOVE! :D:D:D:D:D She's been encouraging to go down to People's Park to buy material so that she can sew them for me and I'm very excited cos that means more skirts for me and I LOVE SKIRTS! :D Yay! :D Is super epic unbelievable love! Not to mention buying material is so much cheaper than buying actual skirts... I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to finish up my CM tutorial and revise acids and bases because I have somehow managed to forget everything relating to pH and pOH and pKa and God knows what else. :/ I never liked that chapter in chem during my JC days anyway. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be studying again though. :D It's a nice feeling. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2317163060519834650?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2317163060519834650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2317163060519834650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2317163060519834650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2317163060519834650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-like-mine-im-getting-slightly.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4747144775565034308</id><published>2010-08-12T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:36:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;In God's Hands by Nelly Furtado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at your face, I saw that all the love had died&lt;br /&gt;I saw that we had forgotten to take the time&lt;br /&gt;I, I saw that you couldn't care less about what you do&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't care less about the lies&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't find the time to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot about love&lt;br /&gt;We forgot about faith&lt;br /&gt;We forgot about trust&lt;br /&gt;We forgot about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our Love's floating out the window&lt;br /&gt;Our Love's floating out the back door&lt;br /&gt;Our Love's floating up in the sky in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where it began, back in God's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you had said all that you had to say&lt;br /&gt;You said baby it's the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;And we gave a lot but it wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;We got so tired that we just gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't respect it&lt;br /&gt;We went and neglected it&lt;br /&gt;We didn't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;But I never expected this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love floated out the window&lt;br /&gt;Our Love floated out the back door&lt;br /&gt;Our Love floated up in the sky to heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's part of a plan&lt;br /&gt;It's back in God's hands&lt;br /&gt;Back in God's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't last&lt;br /&gt;It's a thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;Oh we didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;Just what we had&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Just what we had&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want it back&lt;br /&gt;Oh just what we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I put my iPod on shuffle just for the heck of it and sometimes it gives me a glorious wondrous bitter song that makes me want to sit and drag out my emotions. Not to say I feel the way the song feels. It's just the general melancholy of the song you know? Is Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the second day of school and I AM ALREADY DOING TUTORIALS! Woots for me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4747144775565034308?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4747144775565034308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4747144775565034308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4747144775565034308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4747144775565034308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-gods-hands-by-nelly-furtado-i-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6097286109580056766</id><published>2010-08-10T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:36:11.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Hurricane Venus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out and buy more shorts. MONEY NEED MORE MONEY IN MY LIFE. But no tuition kids until my timetable is complete yoz! Go go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need my GEM1004 module. Rawr. BANG TABLE TOMORROW! LET'S GO! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I hate this time of the semester. First you worry endlessly about a nice timetable and you curse and swear at CORS hoping the mods you want won't be too expensive. After that you curse and swear at anything and everything when you miss the module you wanted by 20 bloody points. And then you PRAY PRAY PRAY that you get the tutorial slots that you want. And! When all else fails and eventually you must admit cursing and swearing at nothing does no favours, YOU HAVE TO GO BANG TABLE. I hate. &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at myself in the mirror this morning while getting ready for school and I realise... I really need to go exercise more. I'm not saying this in a homg-why-am-I-so-fat kind of way. I am not fat and I know it. It's just that I visit fygirlsgeneration on a regular basis and damn why are the girls all so damn toned? Is want too. And Terrance's sudden interest in Kara's Mister dance has me watching plenty of Mister performances and RAWR IS WANTING THEIR TUMMIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the day I get enough determination and self-discipline to run on a regular basis will... not come. Hahahaha. I don't like running. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOO I got my tutorials! Well, all those that mattered that is. I only didn't get my chem tutorial which is okay COS! Crashing is my forte and chem tutorial is crash-able. :) This sem is going to be slightly crazy. :/ I have an essay to write for my biochem module. A FRICKIN 800-850 WORDS ESSAY. On STEM CELLS! Lord please save me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both CN mods this sem require class participation and tutorial presentations (read LAZY TUTOR)and I'm starting to worry. :( And morning lessons nearly everyday FML. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... should go read my biochem textbook now. ._. The last time I did bio was in secondary 2!!! Die liao lar Nessa, die liao. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today. Too tired too stressed 9 AM LECTURE TOMORROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6097286109580056766?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6097286109580056766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6097286109580056766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6097286109580056766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6097286109580056766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/hurricane-venus-i-was-staring-at-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6061620586708309801</id><published>2010-08-10T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:55:38.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="385" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ny5FTT8wKCg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ny5FTT8wKCg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davichi - 난 너에게 (From Me to You) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a video with subs and I can't really find the translations online so... too bad. Hahaha. But from I gather, it's a nice love song talking about how much someone loves someone else lar what's new. ISN'T IT A GORGEOUS SONG?! I really like this song. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school. I HATE 8AM LECTURES!!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6061620586708309801?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6061620586708309801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6061620586708309801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6061620586708309801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6061620586708309801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/davichi-from-me-to-you-i-couldnt-find.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2210075330793530872</id><published>2010-08-08T23:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:16:00.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Abnormal Distribution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I get bored, I'll go read my archives. Gosh, I used to have very hilarious conversations with people. Now, I realise I seldom record down funny quotes or stupid conversations. I should, they make me laugh a lot when I read back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I did quite a lot of Stats with my tutee today and you wanna know something? I HATE STATS. I hate every single last thing about it. Up to today, I still have not a clue what the Central Limit Theorem is all about aaaand! I can't remember nuts about Sampling. Good job Nessa lol. Thankfully, it sort of comes back when I stare at my tutee's notes. See, the point about Stats is that you can don't understand a thing and still be able to do the questions. Why? BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL THE SAME. Meh for stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and after dinner, I plopped down in front of the dinner with my mama to watch The Forbidden Kingdom. The movie was so loltastic, I actually threw a cushion at the TV. Also, snuggling up to my mama was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, The Forbidden Kingdom is really damn cui. I mean, seriously, what's with the English if it's OBVIOUSLY set in ancient China. And I find it hilarious how the main characters would speak Mandarin with each other but the second the ang moh dude appears, they start sprouting English. I mean, WHUTTTT? Though, Crystal Liu is damn pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. More Europe photos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7TjPrc7sI/AAAAAAAAGs0/uh-i_6PtNcI/s1600/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7TjPrc7sI/AAAAAAAAGs0/uh-i_6PtNcI/s400/IMG_2333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503068397150990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Water Jet at Geneva. It's nothing really, just this amazing jet that shoots out water to like 30 meters or something like that but hey, it's supposed to be The Thing to see in Geneva. And yeah, that's my Mom being silly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7Tihj1ADI/AAAAAAAAGss/p_YThkNisPk/s1600/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7Tihj1ADI/AAAAAAAAGss/p_YThkNisPk/s400/IMG_2170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503068384770981938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE THE SWISS! They make good watches and have the best looking guys AND! They have hilarious people who dress up like in the funkiest colours to encourage you to exercise and be healthy. My Mom and I got accosted on the way back to our hotel by these funky people who made me dance along to their BOOM CHICA BOOM music. Is LOL. Is Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7TiGcwAQI/AAAAAAAAGsk/3LmwKnLa1Bo/s1600/IMG_2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7TiGcwAQI/AAAAAAAAGsk/3LmwKnLa1Bo/s400/IMG_2246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503068377493537026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a box of one of these berries everyday. Their raspberries are TO DIE FOR. But slightly pricey as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Geneva! Then it was on to LUZERN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7W0-zHLzI/AAAAAAAAGs8/C39E6-j8RZ4/s1600/IMG_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7W0-zHLzI/AAAAAAAAGs8/C39E6-j8RZ4/s400/IMG_2412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503072000392245042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the train to Luzern. If I remembered correctly, the train ride from Geneva to Luzern was the only one that went underground for us. Not counting like the 30 second tunnel from Paris to London that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7W178Q8oI/AAAAAAAAGtM/_Flw5WbF_KE/s1600/IMG_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7W178Q8oI/AAAAAAAAGtM/_Flw5WbF_KE/s400/IMG_2599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503072016805196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famed Chapel Bridge in Luzern. My Mom laughed because honestly, it's just a stupid bridge but people come to see it. Like how people come to see the Merlion in Singapore. It's silly really. Though, it is really very pretty. :) And that's Lake Luzern you see. Part of it at least, the river-like part. There were plenty of swans and ducks on it though you can't really see them here. Very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7W1WoT7yI/AAAAAAAAGtE/ldX4oS_ct-M/s1600/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7W1WoT7yI/AAAAAAAAGtE/ldX4oS_ct-M/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503072006789394210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those little specks are kites. :D It's awesome because I took this right in the middle of Lake Luzern while on a ship. The people of Luzern must really like kite flying cos everyday there were kites up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7aTe6TEAI/AAAAAAAAGtc/5E67CJB8v6Y/s1600/IMG_2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7aTe6TEAI/AAAAAAAAGtc/5E67CJB8v6Y/s400/IMG_2722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503075822943277058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Mount Pilatus. It still had snow but it wasn't that cold really... It's named after Pontius Pilate apparently. They say his soul haunts the mountain but I can't for the life of me understand why cos IT'S SWITZERLAND! What's HE doing there? My Mom was so excited about taking picture with this fella. She was all "TAKE PICTURE TAKE PICTURE TAKE PICTURE!!!!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7aS4w9NfI/AAAAAAAAGtU/bphBoZPhr7k/s1600/IMG_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7aS4w9NfI/AAAAAAAAGtU/bphBoZPhr7k/s400/IMG_2614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503075812703548914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mini macarons! Is so much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. And now, SALZBURG! My favourite city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7aT1mWWsI/AAAAAAAAGtk/iOt523KKTlU/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7aT1mWWsI/AAAAAAAAGtk/iOt523KKTlU/s400/IMG_2842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503075829033622210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are bars of chocolate. CHOCOLATE BABY! :D They had samples and obviously I tried them all. WAS WONDERFUL. They had the most awesome flavours too. Like apple and avocado. (Together, mind you.) And the most awesome in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7kUSe0wBI/AAAAAAAAGuE/pzeC6dGo1Ks/s1600/IMG_2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7kUSe0wBI/AAAAAAAAGuE/pzeC6dGo1Ks/s400/IMG_2846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503086831902965778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PEANUTS AND KETCHUP. Didn't buy though cos... 3 euros for something I might not like? Nahhh. Pretty packaging right? Is Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7iMoGSvMI/AAAAAAAAGt0/8XoATbd8T8Y/s1600/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7iMoGSvMI/AAAAAAAAGt0/8XoATbd8T8Y/s400/IMG_2881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503084501243444418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, random picture of me being silly in Salzburg. Heeeee. I was screeching through clenched-teeth cos the water was DAMN cold but I bet you can't tell. :D I'm so good at this camwhore business. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a Sound of Music tour on the 2nd day we were in Salzburg but I'm kinda tired so here be only 2 photos! I'll have more up tomorrow or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7iNGYNKkI/AAAAAAAAGt8/kaxMraBkxWo/s1600/IMG_3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7iNGYNKkI/AAAAAAAAGt8/kaxMraBkxWo/s400/IMG_3056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503084509371640386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;APPLE STRUDEL WITH ICE CREAM! Near the church where they filmed the wedding scene between the captain and Maria. St Michael's Church I think. God, was this good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and lastly, RANDOM EMO PICTURE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7iMoGSvMI/AAAAAAAAGt0/8XoATbd8T8Y/s1600/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7iMN7lBVI/AAAAAAAAGts/_m20SZJ8ywo/s1600/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7iMN7lBVI/AAAAAAAAGts/_m20SZJ8ywo/s400/IMG_3035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503084494219183442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This spot was one of the scenic shots in the beginning of the Sound of Music movie. Not that anyone cares nor can tell since THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME. I'm more concerned with how pretty my pink ribbon looks. HEEE! :D Okay lar. The view quite nice lar. I'm just not a scenery person you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY! Come back tomorrow for the rest of Salzburg and Italy! Or maybe NDP I don't know since I'm going for NDP tomorrow. :D BYEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2210075330793530872?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2210075330793530872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2210075330793530872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2210075330793530872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2210075330793530872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/abnormal-distribution-sometimes-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF7TjPrc7sI/AAAAAAAAGs0/uh-i_6PtNcI/s72-c/IMG_2333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2870161216388841727</id><published>2010-08-08T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:59:37.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The fairest of them all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6nlegMlWt1qzefowo1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1281285284&amp;amp;Signature=osHA%2FpNQF%2Fh27nJCUFcPUvXLVSs%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6nlegMlWt1qzefowo1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1281285284&amp;amp;Signature=osHA%2FpNQF%2Fh27nJCUFcPUvXLVSs%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first person I thought of when I saw that was... TERRANCE NG. :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to really like watching Johnny Bravo, he is HILARIOUS. :D And I loved his Mom too. Ohh, they're awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6o2qlGMhJ1qzjg71o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1281283240&amp;amp;Signature=c73NIZSXVT5GpJtvwCRB6Gbnpeg%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 187px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6o2qlGMhJ1qzjg71o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1281283240&amp;amp;Signature=c73NIZSXVT5GpJtvwCRB6Gbnpeg%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just about the prettiest and most gorgeous SNSD picture I've ever seen. :) I'm using this as my new desktop wallpaper. :) I love their colourful skirts. :) And I want them alllllll! The skirts that is. Though, I wouldn't mind Yuri for my own. :D Their shirts are mighty cute too. :) Aaaaand! Bloody awesome legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting much pictures and for that I am slightly sorry. So who wants to see some Europe trip photos?! They're like CRAZY overdue and I haven't even started uploading them onto facebook wth. Lol. BUT THERE ARE SO MANY! And they take quite long to upload cos the pictures are really quite big... But anyway, HERE BE SOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2etc4uR8I/AAAAAAAAGrk/ARQV6HlODK4/s1600/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2etc4uR8I/AAAAAAAAGrk/ARQV6HlODK4/s400/IMG_1298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502728823402022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pretty street in Paris. :D Well, until you get to the city center near the disgustingly overcrowded Eiffel Tower then it gets a lot uglier. People tend to make pretty streets like these ugly. Too many people that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2euEjKNvI/AAAAAAAAGrs/C8nhOeSTTSc/s1600/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2euEjKNvI/AAAAAAAAGrs/C8nhOeSTTSc/s400/IMG_1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502728834048997106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FLOWER IN MY HAIRRR! I love flowers in my hair. :D In the garden of Versailles. I'm telling you, that place is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2iJTcuhzI/AAAAAAAAGsE/2vlSoQbQ9rI/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2iIbHNhxI/AAAAAAAAGr0/WLzuwA1pLdw/s1600/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2iIbHNhxI/AAAAAAAAGr0/WLzuwA1pLdw/s400/IMG_1976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502732585317271314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London. After witnessing the changing of guards at Buckingham Palace. Mama has funky Ray Bans. I NEED A PAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2iIyqz5cI/AAAAAAAAGr8/q906IPnrYw4/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2iIyqz5cI/AAAAAAAAGr8/q906IPnrYw4/s400/IMG_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502732591640602050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my 2 favourite lawyers-to-be! (The other being Ash.) ♥♥♥ Woman is damn tall nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are from Geneva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2iJTcuhzI/AAAAAAAAGsE/2vlSoQbQ9rI/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2iJTcuhzI/AAAAAAAAGsE/2vlSoQbQ9rI/s400/IMG_2141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502732600439899954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2p-htCyyI/AAAAAAAAGsM/SuqC2CZ74c8/s1600/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2p-htCyyI/AAAAAAAAGsM/SuqC2CZ74c8/s400/IMG_2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502741211380894498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poppies! My favourite flower in my favourite colour! (They have orange and yellow poppies but red is by far the prettiest!) They're EVERYWHERE in Europe. Seriously, literally everywhere! You see them all over the place. And I think they spread very fast cos while on the train traveling from city to city, you'll see entire FIELDS of this gorgeous flower, so much so that it looks like the entire block is just nothing but red. IS LOVE! I wish I had decent pictures but the train travels really fast and the reflection from the window isn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2p_TV_rzI/AAAAAAAAGsU/wTnLfTHnMBQ/s1600/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2p_TV_rzI/AAAAAAAAGsU/wTnLfTHnMBQ/s400/IMG_2402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502741224705994546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people of Geneva would bring their dogs to Lake Geneva, throw in random sticks much like the one in the above picture and let their dogs swim out to fetch it. IS LOVE! He is such a gorgeously handsome dog ain't he? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2p_8kKw2I/AAAAAAAAGsc/aOBSRi369lw/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2p_8kKw2I/AAAAAAAAGsc/aOBSRi369lw/s400/IMG_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502741235771294562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Lake Geneva! :D Incredibly windy too. And my favourite pullover in red! :D My mama knitted it for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH! Uploading these took nearly forever cos they were all so big. MORE NEXT TIME! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2870161216388841727?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2870161216388841727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2870161216388841727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2870161216388841727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2870161216388841727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/fairest-of-them-all-and-first-person-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TF2etc4uR8I/AAAAAAAAGrk/ARQV6HlODK4/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1387163078484221486</id><published>2010-08-05T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:36:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovztfpWPo5M&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovztfpWPo5M&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS JUST ABOUT DYING RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW FRICKIN SYNCHRONISED ARE THESE BOYS I MEAN SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!? And Taemin baby you are one fine jailbait. Seriously, am I the only one who could do nothing but stare at him throughout the entire video? Where the hell did he learn to dance?! (Not to mention that is one amazing shirt lol.) I'm beginning to think Taemin's legs should have their own fan club cos WHAT THE HELL THOSE 2 LIMBS ARE AMAZING! Just watch him seriously. That's bloody talent right there. Oh and those little smiles that he'd give, KILL ME TAEMINNIE JUST FRICKIN KILL ME RIGHT NOW. His little OOPS smile at the end, homg, I think I died already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone knows looks-wise, Minho is my favourite. (Actually Minho is my favourite lar.) but who the hell cares about Minho when Taemin is being such a tease. IS LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favourite parts of the dance include Minho's solo (the dodododonoraewonhae part.) the crazy amazing beat chorus part, the legs just BLOW MY MIND. Oh what the heck, I love every thing about this dance. IT IS SO FRICKIN AWESOME SO SO SO SO SO SO AWESOME! I love every single dance Shinee has ever done. Can't say I love all their songs but damn I LOVE THEIR DANCES FRICKIN BLOODY AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, anyone else noticed how bloody long Minho's legs are? FRICKIN LONG!!!! And Key, I hate your hair. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to realise how bloody awesome these boys are seriously. They have the best lives I've ever seen for any pop idol group and they all look so damn good. And they are entertaining!!!! Shinee ah Shinee, is SO MUCH LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1387163078484221486?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1387163078484221486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1387163078484221486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1387163078484221486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1387163078484221486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-need-to-realise-how-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2315825404023517608</id><published>2010-08-03T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:05:24.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm the most defensive person I have ever met, so it's going to take more than one or two, or even ten questions to get anything out of me. And you obviously can't see it's making me incredibly uncomfortable. You can be as interrogator-like as you want to be but that isn't going change what I'll be like in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2315825404023517608?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2315825404023517608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2315825404023517608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2315825404023517608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2315825404023517608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-most-defensive-person-i-have-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7043242089433802587</id><published>2010-08-03T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:28:07.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Boom chica boom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold in my hands a long lusted after book. Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson. Ohhh, is Love! :D Actually, I was at Kino today with Terrance staring at OANTOF, Olivia by &lt;span class="f"&gt;Dorothy Strachey and Her Fearful Symmetry by Audre&lt;/span&gt;y Niffenegger and it took some amount of deliberation before I settled on OANTOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrance's response to my dilemma was Her Fearful Symmetry and his "The Choice Is Clear" decision came about only after I told him Olivia and Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit were both lesbian novels. Or at least, they both have lesbian themes. I think my boyfriend secretly worries about his girlfriend's sexual orientation sometimes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading up on Olivia on the Internet has made it clear, I NEED TO GET MY HANDS ON THAT BOOK PFFFFT. We need more lesbian literature in our lives. Twisted Literature! I need more twisted literature in my life! Not stuff like Herland though, which is incredibly twisted but in a REALLY REALLY bad I-want-to-stab-myself-with-my-pen-and-just-DIE-because-my-brain-bleeds-at-the-atrocious-bore-Herland-is way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaiman needs to spit out a new book soon. PLEASE GAIMAN PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like days with Terrance. :) The boy smells absolutely wonderful. :) Is Love. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weheartit refuses to load for me NO WHYYYYY?!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a meeting at 10am tomorrow so I really should be sleeping and I'm actually quite tired so that'd be all! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7043242089433802587?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7043242089433802587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7043242089433802587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7043242089433802587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7043242089433802587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/boom-chica-boom-i-hold-in-my-hands-long.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6473544793807971721</id><published>2010-08-02T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:29:36.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ten Things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would kill to meet the Wonder Girls in person. And I'm SO at their concert if they do bring it to Singapore. I don't care if I must go alone. I AM THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hug people because touch is what I associate Love with. I'll hug anyone and everyone if only they'd let me. And sometimes even when they don't. So if I touch you, grope you or in general just molest you, it's true love. :) I love hugs so hug me often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I secretly want to wear 4, 5, 6 inch heels whenever I go out but it seems far too dressed up always. :( And I'm afraid I'll trip and kill myself because damn, am I clumsy or am I clumsy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am an attention whore. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like chocolate ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you use Element by Hugo Boss, I will like you. A lot. And will probably scare you a bit with all the intense sniffing I will do around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate textbooks. But I love paper notes. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like balloons filled with helium. And picnics with strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like twisted fairy tales. And dystopian fiction. The more screwed up, the better. Paperbacks only please!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my flat nose. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. My apple earphones have died on me. IS THE HATE! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6473544793807971721?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6473544793807971721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6473544793807971721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6473544793807971721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6473544793807971721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/ten-things-i-would-kill-to-meet-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1033153542821423510</id><published>2010-08-01T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T03:51:09.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Thought you'd always be mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSES ON YOU AND YOUR RIDICULOUSLY BRAIN-KILLING TUNES JUSTIN BIEBER! I want to stab something. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to lately? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matric fair booth manning was a joke. In a good way! I actually really like the company of my Bizcom MC. :D Especially the girls. Jingxuan the Auntie and Inka the filthy rich. Is LOVE! :D And terrorizing freshies and telling them how AWESOME Bizcom is. :D Especially my Chem Engin younglings who are so ridiculously cute I could just eat them up. :) Is love love love love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PX meetings, Bizcom meetings, I have meetings, so many of them. But somehow, you kinda get used to it after a while. You give out ideas and you work with people and you try your very best to make things work. :) I promise to enjoy myself. Let's go me let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kublai Chalet! :) OH IS LOVE! :) Times with Kublai are always good. Times with Kublai AND Mahjong are even better. :) God, I missed Mahjong. :D I like to think that no matter what, I'll always have Kublai as a part of my NUS life. And truth is, I just love this bunch of crazy people lar. And paper rose!!! :D After much guidance from Old Man Weifang and much staring at a YouTube video, I can finally fold a decent paper rose by myself. Good job Nessa! I am lazy to upload photos but I will do it soon! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Terrance. :) Always wonderful. You know you're blessed when you find someone who attempts T-ara's Bo Beep dance and sings 2AM's Friend near perfectly for you. You're never far from my thoughts dearest. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lucky. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should really go plant myself in bed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1033153542821423510?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1033153542821423510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1033153542821423510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1033153542821423510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1033153542821423510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-youd-always-be-mine-curses-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7037111694131947879</id><published>2010-07-27T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T01:41:42.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5ufVM8oC7E&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5ufVM8oC7E&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;미안한 마음 (A Sorry Heart) by The Wonder Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, still my favourite song of all time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Sohee's hair here is The Love. And anyone else thinks The Wonder Girls look exactly the same as they did when they debuted in 2007? Is LOVE. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-r4C5ShxGA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-r4C5ShxGA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL SO CUTE!! Favourite part, when Sunye picks up her Koi bubble tea and says "Bubble tea. Singapore Bubble tea. Mwahahaha" WHOA DAMN CUTE DAMN CUTE DAMN CUTE! SHE'S SO CUTE I'M GONNA DIE! And why so pretty now!? Homg. IS SO MUCH LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they're all adorable. And all mad pretty! I REALLY WANT TO WATCH THEM LIVE AGAIN HOMGHOMGHOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more Wonder Girls spazzing in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7037111694131947879?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7037111694131947879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7037111694131947879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7037111694131947879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7037111694131947879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-heart-by-wonder-girls-yup-still.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3809844639635913517</id><published>2010-07-27T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:51:54.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0V1_UBKffTk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0V1_UBKffTk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did this boy get so cute? How can anyone make dropping a mike so adorable? LOL at his fail. IS LOVE!!!!! :D The fangirl's squeal at the end? My exact response. :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3809844639635913517?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3809844639635913517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3809844639635913517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3809844639635913517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3809844639635913517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-hell-did-this-boy-get-so-cute-how.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4608462539738187931</id><published>2010-07-27T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:09:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;좋은 사람&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love with Shinee's latest album. Everything about it is awesome except Why oh WHY won't they give Onew a solo WHY WHY WHY? :( And Lucifer is the PERFECT comeback song. I LOVE SHINEE HOMG THEY ARE SO AWESOME!!! ♥ Their lives have been awesome I want to cry. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the gazillion modules I can take this upcoming semester. Go me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally don't like asking people to take modules with me cos that really restricts what I can take cos really, I haven't met anybody who would want to take Reason and Persuasion with me yet. And besides, with 4 cores that I will see my Kublai in, I would hardly be lonely this coming semester. See what a sem of attending lectures alone does to you, especially if that sem is your very first sem in NUS. Uni can be terribly lonely but you get used to it so incredibly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty nails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A delicious smelling paperback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot caramel flavoured coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flora skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skirts. Any kind of skirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers in my hair. Flowers in anyone's hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tank tops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair bands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything that has something to do with hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dresses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long legs that seem to go on forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cold watermelon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curling up to my Mom and having her pat me to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coloured Converses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ray Bans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAIR HAIR HAIR I LOVE HAIR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nautical prints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being hugged from behind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boyfriend's shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing my boyfriend's shirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Braids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ribbon bracelets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long lashes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handwritten letters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confidence to wear the highest heels in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enormous dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pearls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notes slot into lovely paperbacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collar bones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A warm neck for my cold nose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr is an addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4608462539738187931?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4608462539738187931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4608462539738187931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4608462539738187931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4608462539738187931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-love-with-shinees-latest-album.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4945508786613982137</id><published>2010-07-25T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:39:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3120637/tumblr_l5z3ygwi911qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg?1279910974"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queer as Folk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEM1004 anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is, I want something ridiculously artsy and essay-ish and full of readings and sheer THINKING to get my through my 3rd semester in NUS because damn I have 4 cores this sem and they're all stuff like FLUID MECHANICS and ORGANIC CHEMISTRY FOR ENGINEERS (Lord knows why Engineers need organic chem but apparently we do.) so I really need something artsy to keep me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Maths! NO MATHS THIS SEM NO WHYYYY?! :( And worst of all, apparently there is NO MORE MATHS FOREVER IN MY CHEM ENGIN LIFE WHAT NOOOOOOOO!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Maths, during tuition today, I was going through an Applications of Integration question with my tutee and we took more than 30 minutes with it. Why? Was it because it was tough integration? Was it because the limits blew our minds? Nooooo. It was because we couldn't partial fractions it. Wth LOL. :D Isn't it stupid? To be entirely honest, I really don't like partial fractions. Making a improper fraction a proper one is easy peasy but to split it up into partial fractions just so you can integrate the stupid thing KILLS MY BRAIN. Anything with more than 2 variables, 3 and up, is plain HATE CHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I found DAMN funny videos in my laptop. FACEBOOK VIDEOS THEY WILL BE THERE SOON! Lord, they're hilarious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TExxGnaJe6I/AAAAAAAAGrc/o1IimsIY4IM/s1600/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TExxGnaJe6I/AAAAAAAAGrc/o1IimsIY4IM/s400/IMG_3203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497893603584342946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol to the max. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Ray Bans are bloody gorgeous but red sunglasses look like crap on me. RAWR. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3120637/tumblr_l5z3ygwi911qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg?1279910974"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 259px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3120637/tumblr_l5z3ygwi911qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg?1279910974" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How bloody gorgeous is that?!?!?!?!? Homg is Love. But is absolute crap on my face. I can only wear black sunglasses yo. BUT THEY ARE SO PRETTY HOMGHOMGHOMGHOMG IS SO MUCH LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3142433/tumblr_l64asm2c4W1qbszedo1_500_large.jpg?1280072707"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 258px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3142433/tumblr_l64asm2c4W1qbszedo1_500_large.jpg?1280072707" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to get off We Heart It, seriously. TOO MUCH AWESOME WANT ON WE HEART IT! I mean honestly, how frickin gorgeous is this? Is epic want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3143131/4823108315_55d8fcd013_z_large.jpg?1280076570"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 519px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3143131/4823108315_55d8fcd013_z_large.jpg?1280076570" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OHH ISN'T THIS THE MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE WORLD?! I should learn how to crochet from my Mom. I wish I could make things rawr. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been slightly... disgusting but it's getting better.  :) OKAY FULL STEAM AHEAD LET'S GO GO GO! :) Thank you Idiot Boy. :) I  don't think I'll make it through without you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE BETTER BE GOOD. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4945508786613982137?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4945508786613982137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4945508786613982137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4945508786613982137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4945508786613982137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/queer-as-folk-gem1004-anyone-d-idea-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TExxGnaJe6I/AAAAAAAAGrc/o1IimsIY4IM/s72-c/IMG_3203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-8610373064647122350</id><published>2010-07-21T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:22:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EXCITEMENT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Jiwon is coming back in a new drama HOMG YES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cue to spam Hwang Jin Yi like MAD. YAYYYYYY! I'm so happy! :D Rawr. Every time I watch that show I bawl my eyes out WHY IS IT SO AWESOME!? And full of extraordinary pretty? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.... I want a dark blue Longchamp bag and a pair of black Ray Bans. RAWRRR TELL ME WHERE GOT MONEY MY LIFE DAMN SAD. :( And the exact same FCUK watch that I lost. :( Why so stupid now my mama give me one lehhhhhhhh. :( Ray Bans are SO bad ass HURHURHURHURHUR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2930784/tumblr_l59tvnvU0i1qa9fnro1_500_large.jpg?1278688249"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 296px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2930784/tumblr_l59tvnvU0i1qa9fnro1_500_large.jpg?1278688249" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO GORGEOUS I'M GONNA DIE! Okay. I'm in deep passionate love with this dress. The prints or the length or the ruffles, IDEK. IT'S GORGEOUS IT'S WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get off We Heart It. I'm screaming ARGHHH WANT at every other picture. Too much pretty. Dailymotion loads WAYYYY too slow. I WANT TO STARE AT MY HWANG JIN YI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite an awesome day today. :) Get well soon dearest. ♥ You should check your mailbox periodically. I might feel like some words once in a while. Hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATRIC FAIR HOHO TERRORIZING FRESHIES FULL STEAM AHEAD! :D I'm beginning to REALLY enjoy the company of my Bizcom MC. Is Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY HWANG JIN YI SPAMMAGE LET'S GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-8610373064647122350?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8610373064647122350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=8610373064647122350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8610373064647122350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8610373064647122350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/excitement-ha-jiwon-is-coming-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6126184491815105054</id><published>2010-07-21T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T03:14:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's past 3 and I have to be awake at 730 tomorrow but I CAN'T SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curses on you insomnia. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6126184491815105054?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6126184491815105054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6126184491815105054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6126184491815105054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6126184491815105054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-past-3-and-i-have-to-be-awake-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2504052561987267539</id><published>2010-07-19T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:08:50.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="390" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9txfbGYPQsQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9txfbGYPQsQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;꺼져줄게 잘 살아 (I'll Back Off So You Can Live Better) by G.NA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not exactly pretty and there's something about her face that bugs me but I can't put my finger on it but damn do I love her voice or what? Ohhh, is super digging this song. I'm going to keep my eye on her. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't know why but I super dig her half bunned up hair thingy during the scenes with that guy in their happier times. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Consider me in mad love with this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2504052561987267539?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2504052561987267539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2504052561987267539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2504052561987267539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2504052561987267539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-back-off-so-you-can-live-better-by.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5143287009532598348</id><published>2010-07-19T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:45:50.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Despicable Me with Terrance today and it was really really REALLY cute. :D God, I love the soy bean lookalike minions with their hilarious goggles and stupid laughter. Is Love! :D And Agnes with her strange obsession with unicorns, particularly fluffy unicorns. :D RAWR WHY SO CUTE NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made Terrance want to have 3 daughters for like 3 seconds. Until I warned him about the day they all grow up and get boyfriends. So maybe not. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my tuition kid for the first time in like 2 months or something as well. (Had Europe, then Camp, then I fell sick and then Taiwan and then yah. Hahahaha. A lot of rubbish.) WHY IS SHE SO CUTE HURHUR! I was going through probability with her and we came upon my Alevel question. It took me 2 bloody years to solve that question what the hell haha! I remembered I was completely lost during my actual paper trying to solve that STUPID tennis game with A and B question and I have no idea why. It isn't a difficult question. It's probably just probability being a pain in the ass. Hate probability. And P and C. ARGH. I am so glad I no longer have to deal with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidding starts on Monday! Which is like... today already. Hurhur. But not so early obviously. I still haven't decided what to take. I think I will go clear my GEM. STUPID NUS decided this sem was a bad sem to offer MLE1101 so I CAN'T TAKE IT HOMG IS HATEZ! So I have to wait another sem. Bloody hell I hope the people in charge of this all go jump off a cliff and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold night. So Imma go hide under my covers and be warm with my blue alien. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3054862/tumblr_l13gljQo6g1qb3qnyo1_500_large.jpg?1279470657"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 249px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3054862/tumblr_l13gljQo6g1qb3qnyo1_500_large.jpg?1279470657" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nose kisses. :D Nose and forehead kisses. ♥&lt;br /&gt;And I love everything else about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5143287009532598348?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5143287009532598348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5143287009532598348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5143287009532598348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5143287009532598348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-fluffy-im-gonna-die-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2428280847470115475</id><published>2010-07-17T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:09:05.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU NUS WHY ARE YOU NOT OFFERING MLE1101 THIS COMING SEM?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2428280847470115475?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2428280847470115475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2428280847470115475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2428280847470115475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2428280847470115475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/fuck-you-nus-why-are-you-not-offering.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2087447072102271281</id><published>2010-07-17T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T03:03:12.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanilla Twilight&lt;/i&gt; by Owl City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And I lie awake and miss you&lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I'd send a postcard to you, dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch the night turn light blue&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;br /&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find repose in new ways&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days&lt;br /&gt;Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in Vanilla Twilight&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Waist deep in thought because when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think of you I don't feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Tonight, tonight, tonight...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd whisper in your ear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Oh darling I wish you were here"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2087447072102271281?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2087447072102271281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2087447072102271281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2087447072102271281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2087447072102271281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/vanilla-twilight-by-owl-city-stars-lean.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4243954795898119475</id><published>2010-07-16T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:05:36.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so angry I think I could stab something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think my entire life is jinxed. For every nice day I get, I MUST get a fucking stupid night else God damn Karma just will not rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kino better have fucking a lot of books that smell like heaven tomorrow or I am going burn the entire Orchard Road down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4243954795898119475?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4243954795898119475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4243954795898119475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4243954795898119475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4243954795898119475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-so-angry-i-think-i-could-stab.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3610189327619437343</id><published>2010-07-13T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:50:33.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it a risk to love?&lt;br /&gt;What if it doesn't work out?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but what if it does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter McWilliams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3610189327619437343?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3610189327619437343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3610189327619437343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3610189327619437343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3610189327619437343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-risk-to-love-what-if-it-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3028369290017676151</id><published>2010-07-12T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:46:45.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TDsavVbfOrI/AAAAAAAAGrU/AiCpqCzS2t4/s1600/IMG_7438.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Taiwan land with Kublai!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. Like really really REALLLLY awesome. Like I want to go back there and havoc again awesome. Even though I'm still sick and still sound like a man and I really shouldn't be spamming any of the awesome Taiwan food, I'd still want to go back. I think their di gua ball thingy is damn awesome and would like more prz. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the fact that I'm not hungry but I just want to eat means I'm getting better? Rawr. Either that or it's just PMS. Now that I think about it, it's probably PMS cos GOD I CRAVE CHOCOLATE SO BAD RIGHT NOW. :( Would like a Kinder Bueno very much thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed out the house till I'm well again HUR that sucks balls. :( Hello Boyfriend, I miss you very much can we go for ramen and ice cream soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TDsavVbfOrI/AAAAAAAAGrU/AiCpqCzS2t4/s1600/IMG_7438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TDsavVbfOrI/AAAAAAAAGrU/AiCpqCzS2t4/s400/IMG_7438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493013571017063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kublai is Love. :) Another trip soon! :) ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3028369290017676151?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3028369290017676151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3028369290017676151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3028369290017676151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3028369290017676151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-times-im-back-from-taiwan-land.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TDsavVbfOrI/AAAAAAAAGrU/AiCpqCzS2t4/s72-c/IMG_7438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4080674523747899566</id><published>2010-07-05T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:27:00.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;North Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent pretty much the whole of today in bed just sleeping my life away. Woke up feeling like complete rubbish but thankful that I wasn't feverish anymore. I'm trying to decide if I'm better or not because the world still spins when I stand up and I STILL SOUND LIKE A BLOODY MAN. The throat no longer feels like I swallowed a cactus (ALLELIUA!) but now it feels like I swallowed a toad. Either that or I grew an adam's apple. Would explain the voice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a lot of fun yesterday. :) Thank you for planning the day and even though some bits didn't quite work out, I still really really had a lot of fun. And the company was the best I could have ever hoped for. We fight a lot and we say stupid things and sometimes, we just don't say anything. But I know I would always alway always want to come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TDHnA_MumOI/AAAAAAAAGrM/v1pHcxyGo7U/s1600/IMG_6538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TDHnA_MumOI/AAAAAAAAGrM/v1pHcxyGo7U/s400/IMG_6538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490423424892180706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st my Dearest. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4080674523747899566?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4080674523747899566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4080674523747899566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4080674523747899566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4080674523747899566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/north-star-i-spent-pretty-much-whole-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TDHnA_MumOI/AAAAAAAAGrM/v1pHcxyGo7U/s72-c/IMG_6538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5297940237202549303</id><published>2010-07-03T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:18:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hey YOU! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from CHESS camp and my voice has decided to take a indefinite holiday. My throat hurts like an absolute bitch and pipa gao relief is only temporary. I'm absolutely exhausted and I have eyebags the size of South Africa. My dark eye rings have also increased in colour intensity and my entire body is just begging me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I've had such a glorious time at CHESS camp, I can hardly believe it is over.  Such a wonderful time with my dearest MR Q! And Agent J too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am daunted by the crazy blog post I will have for CHESS camp and I haven't even finished my Europe one. Pretty soon, I will have to do my Taiwan with Kublai one too. Gosh. I TAKE FAR TOO MANY PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, IT IS STILL SLEEP TIME. I love camps. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5297940237202549303?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5297940237202549303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5297940237202549303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5297940237202549303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5297940237202549303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-you-im-back-from-chess-camp-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-9026230324539622604</id><published>2010-06-27T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:27:04.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the most fucking gorgeous thing I've ever had the fortune to lay eyes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-9026230324539622604?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9026230324539622604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=9026230324539622604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/9026230324539622604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/9026230324539622604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-most-fucking-gorgeous-thing-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6525423691664816949</id><published>2010-06-25T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:58:13.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite everything, the person I wish to see the most right now, is still you. If I wasn't so angry, I would have told you not to go. And if I wasn't so angry, maybe you wouldn't have left either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret, I have a lot of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6525423691664816949?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6525423691664816949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6525423691664816949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6525423691664816949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6525423691664816949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/regret-i-have-lot-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4966112159301002009</id><published>2010-06-24T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:07:55.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my North Star when I'm feeling blue and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an answer for you: Yes, I was kinda describing you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had filming for CHESS camp video today at NUS and boy was it a lot of fun. :D Heehee. :D Though, I won't be able to show my face to anyone after it gets uploaded and I get tagged. PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE ME, I WAS JUST PLAYING A CHARACTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm loving my fellow Chem Engineers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jia for dinner today as well!!! :D Was a lot of love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a lot of things to say you know, I just can't seem to find words for it. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll just go sleep and be happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4966112159301002009?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4966112159301002009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4966112159301002009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4966112159301002009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4966112159301002009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-are-my-north-star-when-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4030392030087641494</id><published>2010-06-22T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T02:31:03.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Math tells us three of the saddest love stories: Of parallel lines, who were never meant to meet. Of tangent lines, who were together once then parted forever. And of asymptotes, who could only get closer and closer, but could never be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much fun and then I realise I have no energy left for anything else at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh the way I do when I have to. Laugh and laugh and laugh and never once think it's anything but real, genuinely enjoying the clenching of my stomach and the tilt of my head as I throw it back. I want to jump around and be loud and ridiculous, even slightly obnoxious. I want to love everybody and anybody, hug the people whom I love and love me. I want to lean on the shoulder of someone who would let me and rest. I want to be asked to dance despite my protests and I want someone to tell me I am Beautiful. I want to Laugh. I want to laugh until it hurts and I can't breathe and the world starts to spin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are so deceitful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-4030392030087641494?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4030392030087641494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4030392030087641494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4030392030087641494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4030392030087641494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/math-tells-us-three-of-saddest-love.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7906046829509194814</id><published>2010-06-20T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:38:21.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cos I love you and I'm afraid you'd judge me and love me less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7906046829509194814?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7906046829509194814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7906046829509194814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7906046829509194814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7906046829509194814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/cos-i-love-you-and-im-afraid-youd-judge.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-3569686736494020280</id><published>2010-06-20T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:00:52.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgYaFrZN3pM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgYaFrZN3pM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나의 노래 (My Music) by Kim Yeo Hee aka Apple Girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is so much Love! I haven't been able to find translations for this but I think I kinda get what it's trying to say and it's such a gorgeous song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lC4dyX-BssI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lC4dyX-BssI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;잔소리 (Nagging) by IU &amp; Seulong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeek! Why is IU so cute?! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-3569686736494020280?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3569686736494020280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=3569686736494020280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3569686736494020280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/3569686736494020280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-music-by-kim-yeo-hee-aka-apple-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2125627613833260980</id><published>2010-06-20T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:47:49.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raina's 사랑을 미룰 순 없나요 makes me incredibly sad and I've had it on repeat for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get sad on top of even more sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2125627613833260980?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2125627613833260980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2125627613833260980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2125627613833260980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2125627613833260980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainas-makes-me-incredibly-sad-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1276798779144095060</id><published>2010-06-19T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:30:21.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2637069/oig3r9_large.jpg?1276867696"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 260px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2637069/oig3r9_large.jpg?1276867696" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I want nails like these. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suffering from very bad jetlag. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1276798779144095060?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1276798779144095060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1276798779144095060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1276798779144095060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1276798779144095060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-god-i-want-nails-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4847537243071601945</id><published>2010-06-18T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:55:16.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;사랑을 미룰 순 없나요&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSqgi1tvflI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSqgi1tvflI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Girl by Orange Caramel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Caramel's a After School Subgroup and I'm trying to figure out if I like this MV or not. I mean, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BANG! HOTNESS?!?!?!? UCK! So much cute in this MV I want to stab something. But the 3 girls (Raina, Lizzy and Nana) are SO DAMN CUTE AND PRETTY! Especially Lizzy. :D She's the one with the long black hair. :D Who else thinks this just screams SNSD all over it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched their live performance of this song and I'm starting to wonder why the hell Lizzy and Nana both only got ONE line in Bang. And it was SHARED mind you. Tsk. And I wish they didn't make Raina do that fake act cute voice cos her real voice is actually really quite stunning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlUPQeAP0CE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlUPQeAP0CE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is Love. &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/18799651-4847537243071601945?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4847537243071601945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4847537243071601945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4847537243071601945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4847537243071601945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/magic-girl-by-orange-caramel.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1117749081360315637</id><published>2010-06-18T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T03:57:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2571428/tumblr_kwnw3bW4fO1qzj5iio1_500_large.jpg?1276428563"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 256px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2571428/tumblr_kwnw3bW4fO1qzj5iio1_500_large.jpg?1276428563" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this page opened for the longest time and I didn't know what the heck to put on it. And it's not one of those "DEAR GOD I HAVE NOTHING TO TYPE!" days cos if it was, I would have long closed this window. Or not open it up at all. The thing is, it's one of those "NOT ENOUGH SPACE IN MY BRAIN" days where I have a gazillion things I want to say but I cannot find words for them. This is so ridiculous. I can't even run elsewhere because while elsewhere is safe, I still won't find words in elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to be Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 days of Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 2 — Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 3 — Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try this. :) I look at the list and realise some people will get multiple letters. Maybe I'll discover something somewhere along the way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1117749081360315637?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1117749081360315637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1117749081360315637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1117749081360315637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1117749081360315637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-had-this-page-opened-for-longest.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-224282721210192408</id><published>2010-06-17T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:36:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;그대 보세요&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I'm back from Europe land! And I'm really glad to be back home. :) I had always known I'd miss home because there's a lot of me in this place but I didn't think I would miss it THAT much. And honestly, Europe has made me appreciate Singapore and all it's wonderfulness A LOT more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, will never complain how expensive Singapore is ever again. (Except when I want to buy a house. Or a car.) And I have new found appreciation for our MRT system. I honestly think we have the best transport system ever. Well, at least when compared to the places I've been, Singapore's public transport system kicks all of theirs to frickin Pluto and then more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved it anyway. I loved every single country and city I was in. Loved the hilarious Europeans who all assumed me and my Mom can't speak English cos we're Chinese and attempt to string what pathetic mandarin they knew into a barely understandable sentence for us (And this is despite my Mom and I speaking in perfect English right in front of them.) LOVED the ice cream. (I'll do a proper pictures post and everybody can then be awed by the amount of ice cream I was consuming everyday.) While I can't really say I want to go back there right now again but I would like to go back one day again, probably in like 10 or so years. God, I missed my Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend like a week on my Europe post because SO MANY PHOTOS and blogger only allows max 5 photo uploads at a time rawr. But no matter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed at a little past 3 and after dropping my stuff at home and showering, I rushed my ass down to NUS for a meeting. (This is after a 13 hour flight, the transit flight to Amsterdam from Rome not withstanding.) WIN NOT!? Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awfully glad Terrance came down to find me today even though poor boy must have been exhausted after work. :/ Yay yay yay! :) Made me incredibly happy it did. :) Actually, I didn't even have to look out for him to find him amongst the crowd at the train station, I can spot and distinguish his back from a gazillion miles away.(I think the time I spent staring at it during my stint at NTUC had something to do with it.) Thank you Love. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, HERE IS A PHOTO OF ME!!! If you don't know what the building behind me is, you should just go jump off it. The view of Pisa from the top is quite stunning. :) The people of Pisa sure know how to rob their tourists though, it costs 15 euros JUST to climb to the top and at the top, there is a guard who tells you to hurry because your 20 minutes are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TBksA-ndDJI/AAAAAAAAGq8/sOAhekgyzi4/s1600/IMG_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TBksA-ndDJI/AAAAAAAAGq8/sOAhekgyzi4/s400/IMG_3600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483462416620391570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED FOR MORE! :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-224282721210192408?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/224282721210192408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=224282721210192408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/224282721210192408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/224282721210192408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-im-back-from-europe-land-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/TBksA-ndDJI/AAAAAAAAGq8/sOAhekgyzi4/s72-c/IMG_3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-436063999583409413</id><published>2010-06-16T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:46:41.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYRLiUOij9k&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYRLiUOij9k&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody does it better than the Wonder Girls. :D Sohee's legs are DAMN long and awesome! Rawr for Yoobin's damn fine legs as well. But ultimately, Sunye steals the show. :D OHHHH THIS IS LOVE! :D I can't help but think how this song would have been with Sunmi though. :( No hate on the new girl though. :) She's not bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the Wonder Girls can and will wear such clothes for a performance and still be insanely loved. Why? COS THEY ARE THE WONDER GIRLS. :D (To be honest, this performance had them wearing relatively "normal" clothes already.) I love the Wonder Girls. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-436063999583409413?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/436063999583409413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=436063999583409413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/436063999583409413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/436063999583409413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/nobody-does-it-better-than-wonder-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-6735807141984431093</id><published>2010-06-12T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T04:15:46.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone miss me? :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-6735807141984431093?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6735807141984431093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=6735807141984431093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6735807141984431093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/6735807141984431093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/does-anyone-miss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-5045586373875482061</id><published>2010-06-08T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:21:32.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seowoo appears in far too many korean movies that I want to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paju. I MUST watch paju. And The Housemaid. Now where am I going to find them online and subbed? And uncut. It's no fun when it's edited. Hurrrrr. I have to admit she's really quite good at acting. :D is super impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll like a moon geun young movie please!!! And Chun Jung Myung too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from Cinderella's sister withdrawal. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-5045586373875482061?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5045586373875482061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=5045586373875482061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5045586373875482061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/5045586373875482061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/seowoo-appears-in-far-too-many-korean.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7258680023858966586</id><published>2010-06-04T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:48:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eunjo and Kihoon kissed!!!!!!! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually watched this show and you didn't want it to be spoiled for you, WHY?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! Gah. By the time you get to episode 13 or so, you're gonna want spoilers to keep you going. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS VERY GLEEFUL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7258680023858966586?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7258680023858966586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7258680023858966586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7258680023858966586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7258680023858966586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/eunjo-and-kihoon-kissed-my-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-4438420098015035759</id><published>2010-05-30T05:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:47:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cinderella's Sister, Europe &amp; You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched episodes 17 and 18 of Cinderella's Sister raw and understood less than 1% of it and spent most of the time going WTF ARE THE TWO GIRLS CRYING SO MUCH?!?!?! But dear God was it satisfying or what!?!?!?! It is times like this that I HATE my phone. It doesn't support adobe flash and I only can watch videos on YouTube. BUT NOTHING CS ON YOUTUBE IS SUBBED IN A LANGUAGE I UNDERSTAND YOU FOOLS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last minute of episode 18 had me going YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!! at my phone and the receptionist stared at me like I was a freak but who cares?!?!?! Eun Jo and Ki Hoon be OTP FOREVERZZZZ!!!!! My life is complete!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, FINALLY!!!! Okay if you don't watch this show you're going to go whutttttt but if you do watch it, you'll understand. Why is Chun Jung Myung SO good to look at?! Just 2 episodes left and they better not kill anyone!!!! Or I will set North Korea on them!!! Kihoon and Eunjo somewhere together, HAPPY (very important. Too much angst is bad for my soul) and fishing would be nice. Hee. Skinship too! SKINSHIP FOR US POOR DEPRIVED FANS!!! HEAR HEAR!!! (like that's ever gonna happen. SNSD will lesbian sex Wonder Girls before Moon Geun Young does any making out on screen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so invested in this pairing my God. Haha. Don't mind my not so secret internal fangirl. :) she's mostly harmless. :) I LOVE THIS SHOW!!! Major fan girling when I get back from Europe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Europe, I'm in Venice right now if anybody cares (who does? Tell me tell me!!) and I have one thing to say. Male Italian biceps are a wonderful sight to behold. Trufax. (Almost as awesome as TBF's and that's saying something.) Is very much pleased at the eyecandy. And Italian waiters' hilarious attempts to speak Mandarin with me and my mom. Imagine walking past a resturant next to the grand canal and having a whole string of waiters yelling WO AI NI! at you. It's damn LOL! I need to kidnap some of them back. Mama says the Italians in Rome don't look so good so it is just Venice. Damn. I was hoping for almost 3 weeks worthed of happy eyes. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This generally just makes me miss Terrance. :( I mean, eyecandy is good, awesome, song-worthy even. But... I don't have words for this gosh! Haha. I miss Terrance all the time. And if facebook would let me sign into my account on my Mom's phone I would reply your message!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Venice a lot! And I was in Salzburg before this. And I LOVED Salzburg. Definitely my favourite city so far. And for the record, yes, I did scream out THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC in the middle of Mirabell gardens. It's not the correct location but cut me some slack, the moutain Maria belted that out on is a good 10km away from the town center! At least I scared many many tourists with my rendition of Doh Re Mi as well and it was the correct location. Teehee. Such a lovely town Salzburg was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're doing okay and that reservist won't kill you. Poor boy, it'll be over soon! I miss you a lot a lot a lot and wish desperately you were here with me. We would have a lot of fun walking and eating incredible amounts of ice cream together. :D Not to mention the awesome seafoos here in Venice!! :D Take care of yourself my dearest, only 18 days before I get to see you again! :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18799651-4438420098015035759?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4438420098015035759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=4438420098015035759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4438420098015035759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/4438420098015035759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinderellas-sister-europe-you-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-1890616103701612328</id><published>2010-05-24T03:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:28:54.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2 Different Tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am here in Luzern after 3 nights in Geneva and this is SUCH a pretty town. :D Not to mention such delicious weather. :D pretty nice friendly people who speak understandable English (curses onto you French English teachers!) though I'm slightly bewildered at how the people here speak German and not French because in Geneva, the common language is French. So... How does that work? They're both switzerland but they use different languages. Okay, maybe this is common knowledge from our social studies days or something as Terrance tells me but I'm sorry I didn't bother studying SS much and just ended up spotting (and correctly too I might add!!) questions for my Os and besides, I remember for my year, the chapter on Switzerland was optional... So anyhow, I have no clue. Who wants to enlighten me on this? Please don't say my ears are falling off and people in Geneva speak German too cos I'm pretty damn sure bonjour is french and I'm quite sure I know how German sounds like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of German, I caught Inglorious Bastards (the spelling here is not entirely correctly but I am not going to google it to find the proper one cos typing on my phone is hard enough) on the plane ride here and damn is Brad Pitt awesome. I'm quite squirmish so I couldn't watch quite a lot of but woohoo, I thought it was quite awesome. :D Especially that annoying soldier guy who became an actor and was trying to hit on the cinema lady. Heehee. Such an annoying bastard that totally deserved to die but I just like his character. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I get back to Singapore and when I step onto the weighing machine, I'm going to scream. In horror that is, if anyone's unsure. I've been consuming copious amounts of ice cream, at least a scoop a day. Sometimes 2 or even 3 and there must be something in the air here that makes me eat more cos I keep eating! :/ and mama encourages it too because she says one shouldn't care about one's weight while in a foreign country. So I munched on fist size macarons while in Paris (yes they make them that big. And that good too!!!) munched on entire bagettes too, have ice cream everyday, eat huge amounts of rice for dinner and best of all, buy (and consume mostly immediately) whatever chocolate that catches my eye. Which is A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that is not cool. But everything tastes so awesome!!! :( maybe except&lt;br /&gt;their water. It takes a little getting used to. Kinda... Metallic I find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Terrance a lot. :( I would like very much to warm my poor semi frozen nose on his neck. I feel it eating away at me how I haven't seen him for so long. Makes me wonder how in the world am I going to stand it when he goes on exchange. Oh well. I'll have plenty of school work to keep me busy I'm sure. MORE CN MODULES NOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe's been pretty awesome so far and the walking has been ridiculous (but is super loving it!!!) but it makes me happy thinking I am going to go back home to Singapore eventually. :) God, I miss chilli sauce. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super a lot of love to everyone!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-1890616103701612328?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1890616103701612328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=1890616103701612328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1890616103701612328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/1890616103701612328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-different-tears-so-i-am-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-2393581652365743049</id><published>2010-05-22T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T03:17:46.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sortie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in geneva right now and so far, I like it best out of the 3 places I have been in. For starters, the men are ridiculously good looking. And I REALLY mean ridiculously good looking. Like Frenchmen? Pffffft, they are nothing next to swiss men. The guy at my hotel's reception makes me want to stay here forever. Even my mama says she wouldn't mind staring at him all day. They have such gogeous eyes my gosh. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing pretty good in Europe. :D seeing Jia in London was the awesome, having Parisian macarons was also the awesome. Watching Les Miserables in London in the best seats was The Awesome. What was not the awesome would be the queue for the effiel tower. Heck, the entire tower was so underwhelming. The lourve was super epic, though the Mona Lisa was expectedly unexciting. But the other stuff was really really good. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are also getting warmer which is awesome because I do not like the cold, not one single bit. I wish I could upload photos but they are all in my DSLR's memory card and I'm typing this from my phone so that won't work. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Geneva has like a gazillion H&amp;Ms. They are like EVERYWHERE! Like one on every street or something. Pity the Swiss franc isn't a litte cheaper, I would buy their entire accessories range and a few hundred dresses. Oh well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Singapore though. The transport system in Singapore is lightyears better than all 3 countries I have been in. For one, we have ESCALATORS. And LIFTS THAT WORK. Dragging luggage up and down stairs is no joke yo. Oh, and there be working and FREE toilets in dear old singapore. Half a pound to pee in a stinky toilet, WTF????!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having a lot of fun though. :) love love love just having a map and vague ideas to help me around a completely foreign land. And nothing's been lost or stolen yet. Mainly due to my mom being the world's most paranoid person. :D and me having incredible luck. I left my phone at a bakery in Paris and the lovely (not to mention mad gorgeous.) cashier lady kept it for me. Is awesome. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defence, I was panicky cos my mom was sick and needed medicine but all the pharmacies were saved for one far far away and I needed to get my ass there even though I speak not a word of French and them French speak English I do not understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl. :D I hope everyone's doing good in Singapore! I'll be back on 16th June!! :) please miss me! Not too much but at least a little! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-2393581652365743049?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2393581652365743049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=2393581652365743049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2393581652365743049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/2393581652365743049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/sortie-im-here-in-geneva-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-8096481499238175346</id><published>2010-05-10T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:14:07.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;시간아 멈춰라&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influx of new songs and MVs today. Super Junior's one was quite a disappointment but maybe it'll be better with a couple of listens. CN Blue's is super lovely and gorgeous. Davichi's single came out a little while ago I think but the MV came out today so I only heard the song today with the MV AND I LOVE THE SONG! Davichi is awsome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64IrXcQy5qQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64IrXcQy5qQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunjung's hair is MAD gorgeous in the MV. Not to mention she is really really really pretty. :D Is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm the most excited about Wonder Girls' comeback. IT'S BEEN NEARLY 2 YEARS RAWR! Can't wait can't wait! 15th May, come already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good day today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lovely lovely lovely night. :) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted a picture in a while SO HERE'S ONE OF ME HEEHEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/S-gsLP4IKXI/AAAAAAAAGq0/t5pwYWgOiaA/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/S-gsLP4IKXI/AAAAAAAAGq0/t5pwYWgOiaA/s400/IMG_0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469670319193598322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night friends! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-8096481499238175346?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8096481499238175346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=8096481499238175346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8096481499238175346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/8096481499238175346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/influx-of-new-songs-and-mvs-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebtBRG5IOw/S-gsLP4IKXI/AAAAAAAAGq0/t5pwYWgOiaA/s72-c/IMG_0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-823326133561993009</id><published>2010-05-10T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:34:18.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Keep me High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super super super thrilled just writing down train times in my little notebook. :D I cannot WAIT for Europe! And I finally managed to sort through train schedules and decide on which trains I want to take etc. :D Hopefully nothing screws up and I won't have to compromise on train timings etc even though there is quite a lot of room to salvage the situation if screw ups do occur cos most of the trains have like every hour trips but still, EVERYTHING MUST WORK OR I WILL BE GREATLY DISPLEASED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the TV on for about 5 hours and I haven't watched anything properly on it because I'm busy making my Europe schedule. I don't know why it's even on but it is quite... soothing maybe? Having it on and having background noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strange bouts of longing for random things and random people. You walk someplace you know you gotta be at and you suddenly desperately want to see someone. You chance upon a photo and you realise you've been missing someone all this while without even realising it. Itunes plays a song you haven't heard in a while and you suddenly really want to hug someone. And Tumblr, Tumblr is just a collection of heartbreaks and heartmends all lumped up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli tuna in a can is super Love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I still have so much to do. :) But sleep, sleep I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-823326133561993009?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/823326133561993009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=823326133561993009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/823326133561993009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/823326133561993009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-me-high-i-feel-super-super-super.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-7136366268151061069</id><published>2010-05-06T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T02:38:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Supercritical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVERRRRRRRRRRR!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until next sem at least. And I still have 6 more sems after that. And it'll be mindless work work work once uni ends. Damn, I hate life. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that aside, YES IT IS ALL OVERRRRRRR!!! And I feel so liberated I don't even know what to do haha! Okay. One of them will be to re-watch certain dramas like Hwang Jin Yi (IF I CAN FIND THE SUBBED VERSIONS!!!) and catch up on Big Bang Theory. And start on Dong Yi cos it seems quite interesting. Not entirely sure if I'll finish but it seems to be doing quite well so why not? Drown myself in Cinderella's Sister yay yay yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, finish planning for Europe and pack for it. SUPER IMPORTANT. I need to get down to packing for it. It's one entire month, how in the world am I going to pack for it?! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna go get some material and start making some things... Hmmmm. And read my eyeballs out with a nice cup of coffee. :D And and and wander around Kino with a book list in hand. Which reminds me, I should make one. Who has nice books to recommend? :D NO CHIC LIT I WILL BITCHSLAP YOU. Meet up with lovely people and generally just bask in the thought of NO STUDYING FOR 3 MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I just want to sleep. Good night all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-7136366268151061069?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7136366268151061069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=7136366268151061069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7136366268151061069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/7136366268151061069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/supercritical-exams-are-overrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18799651.post-242006470084088721</id><published>2010-05-03T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:53:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pUfjq46WLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pUfjq46WLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How frickin super cute is this MV? And the lyrics are the most apt yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18799651-242006470084088721?l=unwrittenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/feeds/242006470084088721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18799651&amp;postID=242006470084088721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/242006470084088721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18799651/posts/default/242006470084088721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-frickin-super-cute-is-this-mv-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
