<?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-38737219</id><updated>2012-01-22T00:59:05.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's love in the air...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-8845673964814931429</id><published>2012-01-22T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:59:05.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I am selfish for not considering your side of the story. But so what now? Why are you raising this issue up now? What is your point in all of that? To say that I am selfish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and large I don't think that I am that selfish as a person. Fine at least for the most parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if I am, on what grounds are you to preach to me that I am selfish? (try something constructive next time) I don't think you have sufficient moral fibre to be preaching to me about these morals, seriously. So what if you are my parents? So, do you listen to the drunkard father or the gambler mum? Do you just listen to whatever they say just because they are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in time, this habit of yours has to stop. You want to bring an issue up, so be it; bring it up there and then as settle it once and for all.  Don't let it accumulate and then you go around the bushes and then use more than obvious ways to voice your (at this point, annoying and unnecessary) opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, what good does it do? Most of the time, it just irritates and pissed the other party off. Just so you can feel that little bit better. So now, how is that being selfless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing, as much as I don't eat to diminish your sacrifice, I will not tolerate anyone just blatantly stepping on my frustrations as if it was nothing. Like you, I have my fair share of problems, my fair share of incidences where I've had to slog like a dog. I do not take well to people just passing me off as someone who does shit. And I also have to say that I will stand by my morals, what I feel is right. If I am wishy-washy with them, then I am but a sad existence. I have to stay firm in what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don't speak up. But I hope you'll realize that this doesn't mean that I can't, and that I won't. This is something I am genuinely angry but not pissed about. I hope you realize I won't take such a blow lying down, because to me, to do that would be to betray myself. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-8845673964814931429?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8845673964814931429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=8845673964814931429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8845673964814931429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8845673964814931429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2012/01/maybe-i-am-selfish-for-not-considering.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-8187402185484323998</id><published>2012-01-19T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:24:28.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And finally I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some refuge from routine and I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these few days, there are do many things I have learnt; lessons that I must keep dear even as I move on in life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing: people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may seem like a no-brainer but for people so close to you, you don't even realize the changes until much later when something causes you to look back. This change is something you have to live with, something you have to work around; it is subtle but apparent, and you need to re-evaluate your approach to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just others who change,  you too are subjected to how time remodels people. Your ideals change, your attitude changes, and many other stuffs change as well. You need to realize these changes and consider if they be beneficial or if they need correction. While you have no control of what happens to you, you have control over how much these events shape you as a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing, passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to lead life with passion. You need something to push you towards., instead of only being idle all day. A person can only shine when a person has passion and this applies to areas beyond those he is passionate about. Likewise, a man without passion is like a dull gem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compensate for the lack of passion in my life, I will have to really search for something that I can devote myself to. The old flames will have to be thoroughly extinguished to allow for new and even more vibrant flames. That will be my short-term goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輝ける! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-8187402185484323998?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8187402185484323998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=8187402185484323998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8187402185484323998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8187402185484323998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-finally-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-6489802051239343252</id><published>2011-11-22T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:36:46.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don't like the way you say that I'm pampered. I honestly don't think that I am. Well-nourished? Maybe. Pampered? I don't think so. I feel like sometimes it's more of a remuneration rather that anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound materialistic, I know. But honestly if you can keep taking for granted the attempts I make, then it's only natural all the demands I make are basic. I think this is always a mutual thing and we need you to start first because I'm waiting. And always have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking that you are superior and you know everything, because, let's face it, you're not. Stop telling me things that I already know. Stop trying to be condescending. I'm not retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-6489802051239343252?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6489802051239343252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=6489802051239343252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6489802051239343252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6489802051239343252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/11/honestly-i-dont-like-way-you-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-4563682599940708591</id><published>2011-10-28T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:17:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is this the period where they call it the time where you start to feel the strain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, then I suppose it explains the lack of productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, the most important stretch is next week. The week that will make it or break it. This is will be the MOST intense shit ever but it will be worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep working harder, just keep trying harder, just keep striving harder and don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I'll give myself a little breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-4563682599940708591?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4563682599940708591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=4563682599940708591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4563682599940708591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4563682599940708591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-this-period-where-they-call-it-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-6637177290747140741</id><published>2011-10-21T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:27:29.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to have gained more self restraint nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my younger and hormone-raged self, my older and more mellow self seems to have a stronger mind over the body. While sometimes I really wish I could just ravage all your glory, and sometimes you just tempt me (probably without you knowing) so much that I can't really help it but try to act out in a small way to help relieve some of my healthy but unnecessary tension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man when I look at you, sometimes I just stop to imagine the things we could be enjoying. The moments we could have spent more productively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increasingly I think I have learnt that life never works the way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just as well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-6637177290747140741?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6637177290747140741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=6637177290747140741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6637177290747140741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6637177290747140741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-seem-to-have-gained-more-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-4498013605629255687</id><published>2011-09-26T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:50:08.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a rather depressing day. Had maths and physics in the morning. Got back my results and it's a warning sign. Red alert. Red alert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now officially declare a state of emergency! All civilians are to evacuate at once!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's enough to warrant a state of emergency, but the most important thing now is to stay focused and not be too upset with my grades. Stay positive but not painfully optimistic. 5.5 weeks till As, it's gotta be able to make a difference. This isn't too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, what I need is a battle plan. I'm going to war and if I'm not gonna give it my all, I'm going to lose real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2 more months to chiong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sirens are sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call to arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end draws near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-4498013605629255687?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4498013605629255687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=4498013605629255687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4498013605629255687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4498013605629255687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-was-rather-depressing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-6936610544580653988</id><published>2011-09-24T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:03:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess sometimes there are situations we should just conform, just for the sake of everyone's mental and emotional health. I guess there will be people who aren't cooperative enough to compromise, no matter how hard we try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such situations, it is important to look past the obstacle. Step over it, ignore it, do whatever you will to get over it and then move, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in being stuck there, at a loss. If heaving aside the obstacle is an insurmountable task, then find ways around it. Maybe it's not so desirable, but hey, that's just life for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that you have your own set of opinions and that you stick with them. That is real discipline. That is something that's respectable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a fine line between sticking to your values and just being plain stubborn. This is just a bloody group name. There's only 4 things you need to get right; the theme, the ability to expand, the way the name sounds, and the way it looks. You know, if the theme is good, then just go with it. It's not like it's a bad name to begin with. There is a good feel of the synergy, rather than some lameass ideas that you have present to us. Get a grip. Did losing too many girls make a permanent scar on the part of your brain that makes one creative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is sometime no point in appeasing everyone. Somewhere along the way, you're going to either piss yourself off or just encounter another person who you just can't please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in life, we move on. We move on with or without you. We won't suffer any losses. We will still be happy beings and we can still be friends. However, when it comes to this, I think I am quite firm on my stand. There is just no point in 3 people trying to mollify the single person. It is actually kind of retarded for us to do so, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't hard up and you aren't exactly indispensable. Yea, sure, as a friend, yes, but definitely not a member of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all just boils down to this phrase, 做人要学会放得下。As much as it pains me to do so, I really have to.  Maybe when the next version comes, then we can have more space to suit your needs. But now that we are 1-2 weeks away, I am truly sorry. I am at my wits end for a satisfactory resolution to the situation at hand, but I  can't come up with a thing that is good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, you just haven't heard of the phrase, the majority rules. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-6936610544580653988?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6936610544580653988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=6936610544580653988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6936610544580653988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6936610544580653988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-guess-sometimes-there-are-situations.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-1095837631235072759</id><published>2011-09-22T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:12:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm far too excitable... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this cough. Now I'm never gonna fall asleep &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-1095837631235072759?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/1095837631235072759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=1095837631235072759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1095837631235072759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1095837631235072759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-far-too-excitable.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-2431779211121953971</id><published>2011-09-21T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:24:46.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I can't change the way I feel about stuff in a moment, no; my outlook in life is something that I can't change in an instant, but it is something that I want to work towards to. It is something within my jurisdiction. It is something that I can look forward to being, something that I can be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short stint in AJ has really taken a toll my on my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual wellbeing. As this short and hectic time of my life draws to a close, I need to be aware that life still moves on and I have to recover from this. I need to emerge stronger, meaner and able to take whatever life wants to throw at me. I need to get back my shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think just a year and a half ago, I was this happy go lucky little kid who wasn't quite sure what was in for me. Almost 2 years on, I still don't quite know what will happen to me, but at least I have learnt much about myself. I have to keep these lessons close to my heart, and to always learn from them. 前事不忘、后事之师。(my Chinese teacher would be so proud of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what goes on from here on. I think I have been so preoccupied with daily life to the point that I haven't been able to follow my heart. What I've wanted to do all along. I need to stop lying to myself and convince myself that this is what I want to do when it's obviously something else. I need to stop lying to myself to make others happy. I need to chase after the stars that make my heart and myself radiant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends that I've made along the way, you will always be dear to me. The friends that have always been there for me, I can't even start to express how much gratitude I have for your presence. The friends that I have yet to make, I really hope we get to meet soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the way. Gotta focus on the bright side of life rather than the negativities. 做人要懂得这么放得下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy man is a better man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say your goodbyes to the me that you've got accustomed, because I'm going to emerge from my chrysalis as a renewed being. I'm going to be so blinding and dazzling that you won't even be able to open your eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rock the world yo ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-2431779211121953971?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/2431779211121953971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=2431779211121953971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2431779211121953971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2431779211121953971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-i-cant-change-way-i-feel-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5774276985232214417</id><published>2011-09-20T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:51:38.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter how tired you are, as long as you do it out of love. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5774276985232214417?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5774276985232214417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5774276985232214417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5774276985232214417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5774276985232214417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-doesnt-matter-how-tired-you-are-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-7277213428779919478</id><published>2011-09-18T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:15:32.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And once again, I am reminded how a little action, with no intention of malice, can turn into something sour. I'm still left there feeling guilty about the whole thing, even though it's arguably not one the biggest blunders I could have ever made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ironic, because sometimes the things that you never intended to do end up to become the most painful ones. Heck it is easier to plot against someone and feel good about it than to accidentally upset someone when you totally didn't mean it at all. Especially when more people are implicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it may just be a small part in our stories, I can never ever forgive myself or forget all those little times where I made terrible mistakes even though I never meant for it to happen. Even when others forget, it doesn't ever mean that I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, even if it is a mistake that you didn't make, it is one that you did do. A scar that you will have to carry for the rest of your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that were never meant to be. Things that were never meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to hell is often paved with good intentions. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-7277213428779919478?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/7277213428779919478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=7277213428779919478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/7277213428779919478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/7277213428779919478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-once-again-i-am-reminded-how-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-4503736757550163402</id><published>2011-09-13T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:25:13.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a wandering soul, waiting for you to claim me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lovesick soul, waiting for your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a tired soul, sick of waiting. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-4503736757550163402?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4503736757550163402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=4503736757550163402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4503736757550163402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4503736757550163402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-wandering-soul-waiting-for-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-6577975614341866091</id><published>2011-09-13T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:37:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you and I need you and I was crazy to say that I was over you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-6577975614341866091?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6577975614341866091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=6577975614341866091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6577975614341866091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6577975614341866091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-you-and-i-need-you-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5917010853586303862</id><published>2011-09-13T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:11:30.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn damn damn, what I'd do to have you near, near, right now I wish you were here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5917010853586303862?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5917010853586303862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5917010853586303862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5917010853586303862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5917010853586303862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/damn-damn-damn-what-id-do-to-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5056069935736375461</id><published>2011-09-13T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:47:06.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is a whole big irony. When you want something, it never ever falls into your arms. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5056069935736375461?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5056069935736375461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5056069935736375461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5056069935736375461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5056069935736375461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-life-is-whole-big-irony.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-8019704101235577277</id><published>2011-09-11T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:34:36.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why can't my life be more carefree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right because this is life. Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you'll never get what you want and you better deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although something good will come soon. It's just a matter of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then, ganbatte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-8019704101235577277?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8019704101235577277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=8019704101235577277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8019704101235577277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8019704101235577277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-cant-my-life-be-more-carefree-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-8941346595341590489</id><published>2011-09-10T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:33:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms Ho is right. You really can discriminate and leave people, just by virtue of what you are discussing about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-8941346595341590489?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8941346595341590489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=8941346595341590489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8941346595341590489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8941346595341590489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/ms-ho-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5396274163961996446</id><published>2011-09-09T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:32:30.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smurfs! My childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la lalalala la lala la la!&lt;br /&gt;La la lalalala la lala la la~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5396274163961996446?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5396274163961996446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5396274163961996446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5396274163961996446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5396274163961996446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/smurfs-my-childhood-la-la-lalalala-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-759526524741321051</id><published>2011-09-09T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:02:08.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm wrong, Maybe I'm right, Maybe I've known you all my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-759526524741321051?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/759526524741321051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=759526524741321051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/759526524741321051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/759526524741321051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/maybe-im-wrong-maybe-im-right-maybe-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-2396157303079499257</id><published>2011-09-09T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:48:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>がんばってジーイン！八時間のレッスンできるよ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-2396157303079499257?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/2396157303079499257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=2396157303079499257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2396157303079499257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2396157303079499257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-luck-to-me-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-1637210544074202273</id><published>2011-09-08T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:19:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is not like jubeat. It doesn't mean that, just because someone else can do well, you will be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna come to your rescue when you fail your Level A song you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, work hard. It's all for my own sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-1637210544074202273?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/1637210544074202273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=1637210544074202273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1637210544074202273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1637210544074202273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-not-like-jubeat.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-2211420033703095069</id><published>2011-09-08T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:40:52.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;&lt;3 DA's songs! They keep you going :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No no no nothing is gonna break my stride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-2211420033703095069?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/2211420033703095069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=2211420033703095069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2211420033703095069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2211420033703095069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-das-songs-they-keep-you-going-d-no-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-6316996306104700960</id><published>2011-09-08T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:39:58.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;I need to kick off the habit of being late all the time &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-6316996306104700960?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6316996306104700960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=6316996306104700960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6316996306104700960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/6316996306104700960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-3942452285172725654</id><published>2011-09-07T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:20:53.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;So I put one foot front of the other, and no no no nothing's gonna break my stride;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-3942452285172725654?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/3942452285172725654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=3942452285172725654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/3942452285172725654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/3942452285172725654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-put-one-foot-front-of-other-and-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-1054385579789276409</id><published>2011-09-07T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:09:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;I am waiting for your doomsday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-1054385579789276409?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/1054385579789276409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=1054385579789276409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1054385579789276409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1054385579789276409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-waiting-for-your-doomsday.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-893358709852341690</id><published>2011-09-07T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:43:06.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;I feel so shagged. But oddly I feel a little happy inside that I'm shagged for a good reason. I'm shagged not because I've playing and wasting my time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is a good thing. Which is the right thing. Suffer now and reap the seeds that you have sown. It'a alright to be late for planting season, as long as you think ahead using your head. Onwards to watermelons! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-893358709852341690?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/893358709852341690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=893358709852341690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/893358709852341690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/893358709852341690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-so-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-3443978237954848371</id><published>2011-09-06T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:43:40.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;I will continue to believe that if you don't want to help yourself, then so be it. I have no place or power to do anything. I am only someone who can advise. Someone who can say. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I cannot drag you out of this quagmire if you refuse to catch the rope. I don't want to fall into one while I try to get you out. I refuse to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so life goes on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you want to do? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope you know what you're doing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because I don't. And I won't be doing a thing until we meet halfways. Let's just say that's how things are going to work. I am not going to let this ruin my life. Are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-3443978237954848371?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/3443978237954848371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=3443978237954848371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/3443978237954848371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/3443978237954848371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-will-continue-to-believe-that-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-351773897272359045</id><published>2011-09-06T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:37:50.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;I don't know how a simple thing like this could turn sour this way. I don't know why something like this could have happened and I was in the middle, powerless to do anything. I am put off that I was made a fool and left to fend for my own. I am sad that something that was supposed to be happy turned out otherwise. I am angry at how insensitive some people can be. I know that one should never let others make you cry and only shed tears for yourself, not because of others. I finally understand that you are twisted. I am not going to succumb to your ways and follow the rules that you have stipulated for all those you rule, in the stupid box which is the world you live in. I can't appreciate how come you can be pissed by smallest things. I don't know why you only know how to complain and not take a look at yourself first. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And really I don't want to think about it anymore. I need to focus more on pressing issues. Like my life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moving forwards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-351773897272359045?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/351773897272359045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=351773897272359045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/351773897272359045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/351773897272359045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-know-how-simple-thing-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-408885536380175901</id><published>2011-09-06T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:38:57.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Sometimes it sucks when you have decided that you want to do something but don't have the determination to stick it out to the end. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It sucks because you end up no where. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-408885536380175901?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/408885536380175901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=408885536380175901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/408885536380175901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/408885536380175901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-it-sucks-when-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-8877951243743816888</id><published>2011-09-05T07:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:05:37.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;ARGHHH dammit I dunno what I am supposed to feel anymore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-8877951243743816888?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8877951243743816888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=8877951243743816888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8877951243743816888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8877951243743816888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/arghhh-dammit-i-dunno-what-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-4785908378938530160</id><published>2011-09-05T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:05:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At this point of time.</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Like what picoult says, being able to look at your life from a vantage point is a skill not many fully have. To that extent, I agree. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been trying to do that for my own life, and if anything, I'm becoming even more pessimistic. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, the question is, what am I doing now? What am I doing for my future? What am I going to be? What is my life going to be 10 years down the road? Am I going to be stuck in this mess for the rest of my life? (Hell no)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My life, if anything, is in a state of bedlam. It's only a week before prelims, and here I am squandering away my time. All these lost time, they won't come back so there's no point crying over spilt milk. The onus is now on what's going to come next. Am I going to continue to be a victim of life or am I going to be the master of mine? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Surely, the obvious answer would be to in control of my own life. But sometime we have to reconcile with the evils out there trying to lure us into wasting our precious resources into irrelevant (as of now) stuff. The devil of gluttony, the devil of pride, the devil of pleasure, the devil of wrath. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But wait, there's something else. What is something I consider relevant? Do I want to carry on with the way my life was planned for me, or do I break free from these false obligations and to move on to something that I really want to do? Is my plan B really something that I want to do only as a plan B or do I want it to be my plan A? Am I going to waste 2, and another 4 more years of my life just to live up to someone's expectations and then end up with nothing? Is this really what I want? I am reminded that if that is something that I truly would like to do, I have to go full force for it, even if I do not have all the blessings I would have wish for. All this to avoid failure. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Failure. Why are we so afraid of failure? Of course they may have some financial consequences, but what is life without failure? We live our whole life, wincing and cowering in the face of fear. Many people are disdain, and in fear of falling into a trap formed by themselves. We live in society where people are judged not by what they are, but how little they have failed. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter if you were a nice person. It doesn't matter if you helped the old granny across the street or you picked up that cup for someone who probably couldn't be bothered, but by how well you do in life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But that's alright. As long as you stay true to yourself, then it's okay. Everything will be fine as long as you continue to walk on this road that you've paved for yourself. Even if it's a beaten path, fear not what people will think and just keep walking because only you will know where you will end up at the end of the day. You are the one who decides where you will end up, and not sauntering amongst the daft crowd, following blindly and aimlessly and not knowing where you will end up at. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But there comes a point where you need to know when to say no. If you're not, then you taking the path of doom and you're going to fall off the cliff. If you don't recognize that AND halt in time, then that's too bad. You need to know when to stop and you need the will to make sure you don't continue to head down this path. It's alright to continue walking down, but somewhere down the road, you need to make an additional right turn to avert the crisis, before a sad history becomes carved in stone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, you need to see what you hold with you at this point of time. Realize what your most valuable assets are and capitalize on them. Realize whag you don't have, mull over them and then move on. I envy those who have bittersweet experiences of love, for all I have are just meaningless, fleeting encounters that have little impact in my life. I envy those who have the tenacity to work for what they want, what they aspire. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;It's good to know what you're sorely lacking, it's even more vital for one to move on in life and work towards your goals. Always focus on your goals, and if you happen to achieve more, then that's a bonus. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That said, half of the times we are just not open to the possibilities out there. We need to keep an open mind. While I find it hard to swallow sometimes, you need to keep in mind that it doesn't matter as much what others think of you, it is what you think of yourself that make that whole lot of difference. What you think of yourself will be what shapes you as a person, not what people say about you, unless you let those malicious words become part of what you see yourself as. Always remember, that no matter what people say or think, everything will be smooth sailing as long as you think that way. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;It denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. In particular, it may just be the anticipation. This dream is also symbolic of young love and fresh romance.&lt;br&gt;It indicates your wish to be in a relationship and to experience the energy of love. Perhaps you are somewhat jealous. &lt;br&gt;It represents acknowledgement and acceptance of the repressed aspect of yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Till next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-4785908378938530160?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4785908378938530160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=4785908378938530160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4785908378938530160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/4785908378938530160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-this-point-of-time.html' title='At this point of time.'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-8371236643229200484</id><published>2011-05-30T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:34:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a good while since I've posted anything on this blog, which is in a way a good thing but the fact that I have the need to post something here is in itself a bad thing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but recently I think either I've been moving on or I'm too tired to be interested in what i used to be. I've been dropping a lot of my usual hobbies and now I can barely say that I am interested in anything right now. For someone like me, I think is quite a bad thing, simply because I'm still unsure of why I'm feeling this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a busy year and it can't be helped, but I really feel that I need a constructive break. One that I can regroup my thoughts, what I want in life and a good break to regain my energy. Now I just seem like I'm going through my life without whatever i said that i just wanted. No direction, no zest, no nothing. I need that something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I guess is why I keep getting myself involved, because I need that thing to be my motivation and direction. That one thing that my life is totally lacking right now. I may not know what it is right now, but I will find it, although it's definitely not through mugging my head off :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on. I need something to perk me up, something to rouse my determination, something to be my guide. I am sick of life where i go through each passing day aimlessly. It's painful every evening where I just look back at the day where I have done nothing productive and the day is wasted, just like how I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, when I was asked when do I know that I have stress, I think it wasn't nice to speak my mind so I didn't mention the other very obvious symptoms of stress. And in some way I am feeling them quite badly now :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a goodnight's sleep, and I think I will spend tomorrow thinking about what I want to do in life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-8371236643229200484?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8371236643229200484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=8371236643229200484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8371236643229200484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/8371236643229200484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-good-while-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5138911690508625050</id><published>2011-03-02T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:22:38.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Warning. Rants ahead, you are kindly advised not to read on.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what. Can you stop acting like some motherfucking saint and going around telling me what i should be doing and should not be doing. What do you know about me. Honestly, if you think you know so much about me, then you wouldn't be saying these kind of shitty stuff that will nothing but turn relationship sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you fucking knew about how much I have to go through each day, then maybe you would have some brains to not say what you have said. Please, you try to make it sound like you know everything that's happening in my life, and then pass judgment. What do you know about the fucking demands that my CCA is fucking making of me, what do you know about how lonely i always feel, and what do you know about all my worries, difficulties, and insecurity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you noticed that, as it is, asking more is like trying squeeze water out of a stone. Do you know how freaking tired I come home and how much I really need my own time? Why do you think I don't ever do anything? If you honestly think that it's simply because i have poor attitude then i am really really disappointed. I come back everyday, drained and yet I have to take this kind of shit every 3 days. You think my life is so fun and exciting? Wait till you are put in my shoes, then lets see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up, simply because I don't see the point of any further (and without a doubt, pointless) effort. It's always easy for you to say something and pass judgment, but when you're really put in such a predicament, I'm sure you would have a totally different opinion altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FUCK YOU SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swearing and rants end here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5138911690508625050?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5138911690508625050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5138911690508625050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5138911690508625050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5138911690508625050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/03/warning.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-482446031299898579</id><published>2011-01-25T07:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:21:06.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops I accidentally just posted that. Whatever :/&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-482446031299898579?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/482446031299898579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=482446031299898579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/482446031299898579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/482446031299898579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/01/oops-i-accidentally-just-posted-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-2325707208665467960</id><published>2011-01-25T07:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:16:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY Concert, is fucked. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; If you need negative demonstrations on how to plan your own concert, look no further. Behold the marvels that the class in charge has managed to given birth, such as the having to repeat certain portions 267819643782363782 times to actually get that part right; fucking stupid chinese teacher (The part on stupid and fucking is kinda redundant. Guess why I dropped chinese, no prizes for getting it right.) Who have no brains to ensure that their proposals are actually followable, give sufficient materials to the AVA crew, and provide ever so nutritious (a.k.a pork floss buns that I had to search for 10 minutes before actually finding pork floss) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Comeon, like what the fuck right? If you're having an event, the very least you could is to like plan it properly so that the rehersals can actually go on, instead of some progress that's as fast as a snail.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; ------ I just like walked into the mrt with super a lot of BK advertisements. Mmmmm I'm hungry XP &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So like I was saying, the 1h odd performance took use 3 hours (more than 2 times the time) to finish. So like if you want to drag, then why the fuck does the thing have start at 530. The only reason that AVA is there is simply because we're obliged to as a CCA. Take that out of the equation and see if anyone is going to help you. Honestly, one day when that happens, all I'm going to (have to) say is good luck to you. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What, is it your life long ambition to be an example pf poor planning? Well, the whole thing was so fucked up that I couldn't tell that you weren't. And best of all, this whole event is headed by chinese teachers (kinda really explains a whole lot, huh) Like seriously, those who can't make become teachers, but from what I've learnt from the event is that the least competent of teachers are those who wind up being teachers. Now, it's alright to look down on (most) chinese teachers because they're just too fucking dumb.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So all in all, CNY was fucked and I am not going to be dumb and say that if there is a 3rd rehersal, I'm going to attendance. What a shitty way to waste time on a school night. Haiz.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; ------- I just like walked into school. Sian sia, damn super duper sian lehs. (And I've been typing on my like all the way from sembawang, I'd bet that some p&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-2325707208665467960?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/2325707208665467960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=2325707208665467960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2325707208665467960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/2325707208665467960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/01/cny-concert-is-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-624005857902627862</id><published>2011-01-14T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:29:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeYo people, I'm like blogging now during econs tutorial :D HAHA not really cuz I am bored or anything, but just that I accidentally opened the app on my phone and I was like thinking, why not hahas. (Ms Wong please don't find out and kill me XP) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So like this week is like supposedly the first week of the new school term (I use supposedly since the hols never really seemed to have ended :/) Man, was it like hell. It was like super tiring and mega hectic. Coping with openhouse, and trying to complete holiday homeworks. Now on the last working day of the week, I'm actually kinda proud of myself for surviving this week. Hopefully, the rest of the year won't be like this week. (Although I have a really bad feeling that the rest of the year is going to be really similar.) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; First up, my timetable is retardedly sucky. Like TTM.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; --- Thank god my phone can multi-task. I almost closed it and deleted this whole post... eeek. &gt;&lt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Okay anyways back to the point about my sucky timetable. You would think that after PW and CL is over, and you would have a lot more time to slack and therefore you can like go home earlier or something. But like noooooooo we still end as late as last year. (Or even later luh)  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; --- Yay econs finished early today! Yay me :D Time for lunch (: &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So like I was saying, the timetable for me this year is like horrrible sia. There's like going to be a gazillion remedials and CCAs going to be extended to around 2 times a week. Haiz. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And openhouse was... tiring. As you'd probably expect, the atmosphere was kinda dead so like it wasn't all that. But i guess it was to be expected. This is like AJ afterall &gt;&lt; hahas. Hmmmm but i guess bringing people around on tours weren't too bad they were actually marginally interesting. The only problem was that hardly anyone was high as me XP &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Hahas but overall I'm still glad that I joined as an OHF hahas.   &lt;br/&gt; Ok time for lunch. Blog again soon.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-624005857902627862?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/624005857902627862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=624005857902627862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/624005857902627862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/624005857902627862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2011/01/heyo-people-im-like-blogging-now-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-206368842286626126</id><published>2010-12-28T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:12:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomogsh this is like the first time I've used the blogger app on my android! Hahas. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ok cyaz.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-206368842286626126?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/206368842286626126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=206368842286626126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/206368842286626126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/206368842286626126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/12/zomogsh-this-is-like-first-time-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-9219681535896790614</id><published>2010-12-13T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:35:40.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZOMGosh. Never really thought that i would ever be blogging again, but here i am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned of reflecting about this year, but heheh, it's probably too long and OOC XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey people, guess what. I'm suffering from a pretty bad case of I-just-came-back-from-japan syndrome!!! AHHHHHH D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a syndrome experienced by people who have recently returned to their country after a trip in Japan. If left unattended to, person may grow whiny, annoying or even suicidal. LOL I JUST CAME UP WITH THAT BULLCRAP. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by without me going like, 'Why the heck is the toilet so freaking dirty - you'd never see this in japan' or like 'ZOMGOSH what the heck is that person wearing? You'd never see this in japan too'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at first it's like, yea, that's true. But after sometime, you feel kinda whiny. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other words what I need is - ANOTHER TRIP TO JAPAN! :D LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&gt; Sponsors to fund me a trip to the land of the rising sun! PLS? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALALAA. OH THE HIGH-NESSS. I'm going to be an OGL next year :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-9219681535896790614?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/9219681535896790614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=9219681535896790614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/9219681535896790614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/9219681535896790614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/12/zomgosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-3761873147590429482</id><published>2010-04-10T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:49:12.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just accidentally, somehow deleted my blogpost that i took 1 hour to finish writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i'm turning into a bimbo. ZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-3761873147590429482?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/3761873147590429482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=3761873147590429482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/3761873147590429482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/3761873147590429482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5419769896594671818</id><published>2010-04-03T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:21:49.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has like officially made AVA a H4 cca, can? I think i clocked close to 20 hours of cca this week la. LOLmygod right? I just came back from cca today, which lasted all the way from 2 in the afternoon to 10.20+ in the evening. &gt;.&lt; Wed and thur was slightly better but the hours were still long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i don't enjoy it, though. AJ AVA &lt;33333! And Mr. Chan bought us dinner! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'your jc2 seniors so good to you all, give you all extra training.' LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still this week has been really tiring. I think its probably the most tiring week for me since orientation or something. To the point where i can only run 2 rounds without stopping. (I normally can run 4-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GAH is pe a bitch. I just realised how i'm going to have my first session of afternoon pe next tues. Oh please let a miracle happen and let me miss afternoon pe or something. I think i'd die running 82758078724284240 rounds after 18949819027589012408190231 periods of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was a great good friday. Hangsiang, Shawnteo and Andy came over to my place, and we played monopoly and scotland yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boardgames for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to northpoint to celebrate hangsiang's bday (which he so thick-skinned-ly pointed out) which is on the 4th. And i was busy snapping everything i saw with shawn's new DSLR (ARGH IM SO JEALOUS CAN??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i went to meet des and the rest. I ended up watching How to train your dragon, which i thought was damn cool! It was damn funny and epic! All go watch!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we camped at desmond's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HGSS!! Pokemon rocks! But unfortunately i cant charge my stoooooopid DS &gt;.&lt; RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIKA! PIKA! CHUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i gotta go! My eyelids are drooping even as i type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5419769896594671818?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5419769896594671818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5419769896594671818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5419769896594671818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5419769896594671818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-week-has-like-officially-made-ava.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-765660668752469765</id><published>2010-03-30T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:40:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYA PEEPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked again today! It was quite a success, I must say. Although the butter was cheapo and you can really taste the cheapo-ness of the butter when you actually eat the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't really want to use cheapo butter. It was cuz I kinda dropped my wallet at sembawang mrt station today. (yea how bimbotic) And then i was like OMG when i couldn't find my wallet at yio chu kang mrt station. It was damn embarrasing can, when i had to get the person at the counter to open one of the gates and let me out of the station &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And resilience training + festival of life was quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, who am i kidding. It was like DAMN boring can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was resilience training. We did some really lame high element stuff (abseiling, challenge pole, rock climbing etc) and imo, the highlight of the day was probably what PayhLoon wrote on the postcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For there to be any value in any action, the value must come in the action and not the cause or the consequences. *paragraph of shitty GL passage that's on both sides of the postcard on how resilience is intangible and therefore is not valid, plus grammatical errors * You may have been resilient today, but you may not talk about it. it's so shitty that you can't help but want to find something wrong and totally slam him for it. (Like a premise not being a fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLmygod can. I have this theory that he had a fever of 42degrees when he was like 5 years old and his brain got rewired and now he has this GL configuration in his brain that is set to a mode when he can only talk in a GL-manner. Like honestly, who actually takes his comments seriously. In fact, the more he does this kind of thing, the more i actually look down on him. It's as if he lives to go against statements or points that everyone make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like really, what joy do you get in going against these kinda things, at the expense of other people's work? (GP presentation) Honestly, you should use those really advanced and high-tech processors to help you think straight. I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Manga Drawing. I was really quite disappointed, cuz it totally was not what i expected. Yea, the teacher was professional and stuff, but somehow, it just didn't turn up the way i expected it. I expected more drawing of characters in anime/manga but instead its more of learning the style of drawing. Well, bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of people i sat with were quite fun, helped to relieve some of the sian-ness thanks to the lesson. And i drew this pacman looking thing on my hand and like when you close your thumb and move it towards your index finger, the mouth will close.&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/_CGKawlXWgq8/S7Himrg0MqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pJZzAYamFwc/s1600/Hand+Pacman..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKawlXWgq8/S7Himrg0MqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pJZzAYamFwc/s320/Hand+Pacman..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454389777865650850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this. (WOW such a wonderful masterpiece! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DAMN CUTE CAN??!!! And like i went around trying to pantomime, which i thought was damn cool LOL =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's pretty much about all for now, cuz i really rather not blog about all the shitty stuff that happened this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-765660668752469765?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/765660668752469765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=765660668752469765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/765660668752469765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/765660668752469765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/03/heya-peeps-i-baked-again-today-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKawlXWgq8/S7Himrg0MqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pJZzAYamFwc/s72-c/Hand+Pacman..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-803922049389480927</id><published>2010-03-28T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:54:27.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG NEW BLOGSKIN!! YAMA-CHAN! WOOTS XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-803922049389480927?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/803922049389480927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=803922049389480927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/803922049389480927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/803922049389480927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-new-blogskin-yama-chan-woots-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5809059810757189085</id><published>2010-03-28T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:50:27.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOssss PEEPssss</title><content type='html'>HEYAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOWSSSS, I WENT TO AC FUN-O-RAMASSSS YESTERDAYSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, cut it with the janie-speak. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fun-o-rama yesterday, together with weixian, and we met shimin there. (and all the other awesome AC/CatHigh peeps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to have fun there, but to no avail. The thing was like quite boring, and everything there was damn scam and expensive. (Wagyu burger for 15 bucks?!!  Normal cakes for 50 bucks??!!) And i'm probably not the only one that thinks that way. So i concluded that the o in fun-o-rama actually meant 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lame moment start*&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, o meant that after going to the carnival, your wallet should be at least 0 or -0 (less than), simply because you got scammed by all the prices there hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the fun-o, means that the total amount of fun in the whole carnival is equal to 0.&lt;br /&gt;*lame moment end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... OMG AC THEATRE (or what ever that building is) IS DAMN NICE!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg, I LOVE CHARMED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of three will set us free.&lt;br /&gt;The power of three will set us free!&lt;br /&gt;The power of three will set us free!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER OF THREE WILL SET US FREE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those cool peeps from 2-4'07 would probably how much i love charmed, and OMG MAGIC FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flicks hand at you and exploding you (using molecular combustion) because your dared to laugh at my love for charmed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded season 3 to watch it again. I havent reached the part where Prue gets her astral projection.. but i cant wait! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear now the words of the witches. &lt;br /&gt;The secrets we hid in the night. &lt;br /&gt;The oldest of gods are invoked here. &lt;br /&gt;The great work of magic is sought. &lt;br /&gt;In this night and in this hour. &lt;br /&gt;We call upon the Ancient Power. &lt;br /&gt;Bring your powers to us sisters three! &lt;br /&gt;We want the power! &lt;br /&gt;Give us the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLmygod charmed &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and after the charmed-fan moment is over, its time to blog about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its resilience training tomorrow, and i really hope i survive all the high elements tmr. &gt;.&lt; I'm quite afraid of heights. &gt;.&lt; And i have to wake up at 5 tomorrow morning to make it to Kallang mrt in time &gt;.&lt; FML &gt;.&lt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, NEW INHERITANCE ARC!!!! OMG YAMA-CHAN &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, wish me all the best for tomorrow, I'm going to need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5809059810757189085?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5809059810757189085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5809059810757189085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5809059810757189085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5809059810757189085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/03/yossss-peepssss.html' title='YOssss PEEPssss'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-9212746213311899813</id><published>2010-03-27T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:06:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ermelgirlmeysion or Olternetheif?</title><content type='html'>OMG. OMG. OMG YES, I know we all hate PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to choose? Amalgamation or alternative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking really hard whether i should work on fictional crossovers. But most importantly, what really shocked me was the number of times that AJ PW tutors are willing to look through your PI drafts. Mine only allowed for 3 drafts, while the PW department in AJ is only accepting 2 generally, versus around 7 times in NJ, and the absence of such a nonsensical limit in VJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I'M NOT KIDDING. LIKE WHAT THE BONG CAN!!! Students want to submit more drafts so that they can do well for PW, but yet the teachers are not willing to go through the PIs with the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this limit is also set for the other 2 personal assignment, which i honestly think, is total bullswamy. In the case where you only can submit 2 drafts, if you screw up your first draft, that means when you work on your second one, and you don't really do a good job on the second one, then you better pray hard that you managed to get everything down in between the draft and submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder AJ has such a low A rate. I used to think that the students were not competent enough, but I guess I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it didn't rain today. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it was really quite fun. (AJ AVA~~~!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cheetah came in first!!! (WOOTS~~~!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanbing told me something really funny today, during the sports carnival. (Which I sworn not to tell anyone about it LOL) BUT everytime i think about it i can help but laugh HAHAHAHAHS (i feel so bad XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheerleading results were spastic. When Puma was announced as 3rd place, they mistook it for first placing and they went crazy. I think they were really sad when they found out that they only came in 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I CANT BELIEVE that Panther came first! Like what the heck can? I really felt that Panther had the worst cheerleading routine (NO PANTHERS DONT COME KILL ME &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;and i was genuinely shocked when they came in first place. Like seriously what the heck can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the cheering though, i'm now like still damn high, even after 7hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEETAH AH POWER POWER CHEETAH AH POWER POWER CHEETAH AH POWER POWER OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... VJband concert was really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a lot better than the AJband performance on Thursday morning. (surprise surprise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that AJband isn't good enough, but the performance that they put up was really nice and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they even planned for an encore! (WOW) And they played Pokerface for the encore! It was really damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 1252 in the morning right now, and there's a new hitman reborn arc!!!! (YAMA-CHAN!!! ZOMGWTFBBQ) Can't wait for it to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-9212746213311899813?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/9212746213311899813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=9212746213311899813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/9212746213311899813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/9212746213311899813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/03/ermelgirlmeysion-or-olternetheif.html' title='Ermelgirlmeysion or Olternetheif?'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-1059197426194354291</id><published>2010-03-25T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:25:23.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE IT BACK ALIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>Yea, I'm still alive and kicking! (too bad for you XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first pe, I managed to survive, which by itself can be considered a miracle. I had to run 10 rounds!!! (YES!!!) Those not in fun-club (a.k.a those who are too fat) had it worst 5 rounds plus dunno how many pull-ups. HAHAHAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear, just hours ago, I felt as if my soul was floating away from my body, trying to escape this nightmare called AJC PE. During the whole of physics lecture and civics, i swear that i felt like dying luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately (or maybe not so fortunately), I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, today was the tech-run aji (AJ idol). I had to control the mixer for the instruments, and it was freaking stressful can. There was this guy, who must have thought that he looked cool with headphones around his neck (with definitely did not look cool) was yelling instructions to us with geek speak that normal people are &lt;b&gt; not &lt;/b&gt; supposed to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like: increase the frequency blah blah blah and then the lower the faders blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like what the bong, can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the electric guitar that couldn't work which was crap. I kinda find it amazing, how people can just listen to whats wrong with the system the moment the instrument is played, but like i couldn't even hear what the heck was wrong. What the bong can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like on top of that, the in-charge of the league of sai-kang warriors decided that they should push all the sai-kang (that they, as sai-kang warriors, should be doing) to the AVA crew, so that they can get away with any problems. What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pray REALLY REALLY hard that it rains tomorrow. Then no sports carnival!!! Yay for dismissal at 1.15!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, gotta hand up chem tutorial tomorrow! T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-1059197426194354291?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/1059197426194354291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=1059197426194354291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1059197426194354291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/1059197426194354291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-it-back-alive.html' title='I MADE IT BACK ALIVE!!!'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38737219.post-5330612064680261592</id><published>2010-03-24T20:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:05:05.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone get me the defrilibrator!</title><content type='html'>OMG can you believe how long ago it was when i last blogged? The last time i did was 54834184634846844840604840641813483047384 years ago, and since i dont really have anything better to do, i decided to revive this abandoned website i call my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who might have noticed, the 222 blogposts from before, cuz i dont want people commenting that i am such an irresponsible blogger for leaving my blog dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, before here's what happened today in class between some guai lan person and the GP teacher, which i will, for simplicity sake, label as A and B respectively. I'll try my best to narrate it to the best of my ability, but recently im suffering from STM (Short-term memory) that's shorter than the 40 mins AJ dance concert that people paid to watch. (YES ZOMGWTFBBQ the whole concert was only 30-40mins!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, for what happened today, in class during GP presentation. (I try my best to bring to you the whole dramamama moment in its full unabridged glory, but it seems that my STM does not wish for you to enjoy the whole moment as I did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So, i believe that my associate, Zheng Feng has spoken to you about *blahblahblah*&lt;br /&gt;   My first premise is that ...*blahblahblah*&lt;br /&gt;   My second premise is that ... *blahblahblah*&lt;br /&gt;   And so, in conjuntion ... *blahblahblah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: *asks class* Do you get what he is saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Why are there no visual aids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group member: &lt;br /&gt;There are other things but what he's saying now is not in the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: These are my points. I can go through those on the slides if you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: No, its ok, you have some points there. But can you please use simple english so that everyone can understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I can't use any words simpler than that. *says in indignation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Can't you replace 'my premise is' with 'my opinion'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: But that is not an opinion. If i use opinion that means its not necessarily true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: *getting pissed* Then you can use 'the fact is', why do you have to use such bombastic words?!! In the first place, the word premise means your argument, not a fact! It's a fact and not a premise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stunned silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and so, the moral of the story, is to never argue about language with your GP teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..... You better run, run, run, run, run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZE9WRBgIzHY&amp;hl=en_US&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/ZE9WRBgIzHY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New dance to learn XD (Janie's gonna slap me the next time i dance again, anyone wants to bet? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAEYEON ROCKS TTM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it anot, i'm going for my FIRST pe lesson since the start of the year. (OMG RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it won't be too hiong... according to James, though, i'm going to die. &gt;.&lt; Please let it rain tmr or something and save me from running 2+4/5/6/7/8 rounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i don't blog tomorrow, then i'm most likely dead from pe. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some updates that's planned, and one of them includes having a lolmygod YAMA-CHAN blogskin *clapsclaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now the thick pile of papers on my table, otherwise known as homework needs to be done. And tag before you leave, if you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38737219-5330612064680261592?l=tayoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/5330612064680261592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38737219&amp;postID=5330612064680261592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5330612064680261592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38737219/posts/default/5330612064680261592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tayoreos.blogspot.com/2010/03/someone-get-me-defrilibrator.html' title='Someone get me the defrilibrator!'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15737658235147856192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
