<?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-1607717230122350389</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:23:42.857-08:00</updated><category term='anxiety'/><category term='kitten'/><category term='from vanillalala'/><title type='text'>ain't for the many</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-6108560334008600001</id><published>2009-08-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:20:41.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Go Power Rangers!</title><content type='html'>Today was a super productive day because I spent my 5 free periods today doing good studying. I totally understand what my econs notes are talking about now so it makes me feel smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have official joined SmellyGrace's Project SQA (Studies, Qiong Ah!!) because unless you haven't noticed, I actually have this secret plan to do well in Promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is starting to take its toll, problems cropping up with both the group and the project itself. I'm just going to chiong all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6108560334008600001?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6108560334008600001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6108560334008600001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6108560334008600001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6108560334008600001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-go-power-rangers.html' title='Go Go Power Rangers!'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-7578340665738624113</id><published>2009-08-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:48:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival of the happy</title><content type='html'>Today was a stressful day at the start because I was freaking out for the literature essay.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm cool, the post ytd was written by i_am_moody92, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was SUPPOSED to be tower session today. &lt;br /&gt;lets just say the weather was weird, so we ended up doing campcraft.&lt;br /&gt;Spent about 2 hours building the swing seat.&lt;br /&gt;Then I think when somebody called me, I turned my head around too fast and sprained(? I dno, is it possible to sprain you neck?) my neck. Now I can't turn it to my right properly.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gets better tmrw, otherwise I cannot look to my right, make me sad only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE PEIWEN'S SLEEPING OVER TMRW OMG EXCITED OKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-7578340665738624113?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7578340665738624113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=7578340665738624113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7578340665738624113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7578340665738624113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/revival-of-happy.html' title='Revival of the happy'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2154694056101631861</id><published>2009-08-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:22:43.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am afraid of waking up in the morning. Because I know another day has passed without me realising and I feel like I'm looking at myself waste my life away. Like I'm not controlling my head but sitting somewhere looking at myself passing through school, passing through another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of making mistakes and only seeing them when its too late for anything to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be stuck in 'what ifs'.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I know I expect too much while giving in too little.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the best of everything,and I know how little I deserve them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult to be happy when you know its not going to last.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I acheive anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2154694056101631861?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2154694056101631861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2154694056101631861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2154694056101631861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2154694056101631861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-am-afraid-of-waking-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2123124546713784842</id><published>2009-08-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:16:57.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m114/zhujun_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20090724_635474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m114/zhujun_/20090724_635474.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagging behind in Economics and E.literature.&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to start the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite turned off by what think people think I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your vending machine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2123124546713784842?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2123124546713784842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2123124546713784842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2123124546713784842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2123124546713784842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/imghttpi102.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-1612245733418706727</id><published>2009-08-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:06:59.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have issues but I don't know who to share them with, quite sad right?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more like I don't want to share them cuz I think they're quite stupid. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-weakness in my knees&lt;br /&gt;-queasy sleep + puffy eyes + double headaches&lt;br /&gt;-trying to do fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL STAY STRONG THANKYOUVERYMUCH:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1612245733418706727?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1612245733418706727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1612245733418706727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1612245733418706727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1612245733418706727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-issues-but-i-dont-know-who-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2220286597781098790</id><published>2009-08-08T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:39:01.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings, studying, and kimchi day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I REALLY felt like eating tempura, until i went online to serach for tempura pictures to drool at. Last week, I knew I wanted to eat steak, so today my parents went to cold storage to get tenderloin and potatoes which we're going to cook tonight(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to dedicate today for econs studying because I am currently I_cannot_catch_up1992.&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes graph drawing! My Fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, me, Eileen and Ann had our Kimchi day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eileen dno how to eat properly, food drop everywhere NOOB hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Next time all FIVE of us will go(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2220286597781098790?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2220286597781098790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2220286597781098790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2220286597781098790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2220286597781098790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/cravings-studying-and-kimchi-day.html' title='Cravings, studying, and kimchi day'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3439752315355487046</id><published>2009-08-04T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:09:26.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's checkup went well!&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says I can wear shoes already.&lt;br /&gt;But he kinda scolded me for overexerting the wound area and making it reopen a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares man, I can wear shoes already WOOHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3439752315355487046?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3439752315355487046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3439752315355487046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3439752315355487046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3439752315355487046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-checkup-went-well-doctor-says-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-7294539240212892641</id><published>2009-08-02T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:12:55.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gear up, step forward</title><content type='html'>This week was quite a bad week. &lt;br /&gt;But thankfully for my favourite people I managed to pull through alright(:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to me whine, esp pw for my black face (no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week will be a good week because there are lots of stuff to look forward to(:&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I can do some productive studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side,&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to go inside the OAC room. NEAT^^&lt;br /&gt;Will be getting a new phone in Nov and I have my eyes set on an Omnia II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m114/zhujun_/?action=view&amp;current=Samsung-Omnia-II-i8000-0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m114/zhujun_/Samsung-Omnia-II-i8000-0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-7294539240212892641?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7294539240212892641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=7294539240212892641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7294539240212892641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7294539240212892641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/gear-up-step-forward.html' title='Gear up, step forward'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-7608645244230062104</id><published>2009-07-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:01:56.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stands on head</title><content type='html'>I am refreshing livejournal for the Nth time because I cannot wait for (shipped) to become (arrived).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for the my mailed package to come just because its my favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so easily satisfied but what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-7608645244230062104?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7608645244230062104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=7608645244230062104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7608645244230062104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7608645244230062104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/stands-on-head.html' title='Stands on head'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-5907479714008022923</id><published>2009-07-23T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:48:16.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralyse</title><content type='html'>I handed in my EOM on time I am so so so proud of myself. I am now entitled to sufficient sleep because now my eyes are the size of Voldemort's nose slits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep makes me a happy person, so does this saturday's abseiling course and next tuesday's tower session. Cannot.wait.at.all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its confirmed that all my phones don't last more than 1.5 years. Lost my phone the other day I am so damn suay stab me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my stupid toes to hurry up heal so I can run. I really want to run but now I can't even wear shoes stab me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate a peach tart. It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5907479714008022923?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5907479714008022923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5907479714008022923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5907479714008022923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5907479714008022923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/paralyse.html' title='Paralyse'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3570696262026834344</id><published>2009-07-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:33:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel like doing Eom. Seriously projectwork is wasting my life, I have so much better things to do then sit infront of the computer finding stupid articles about things that do not benefit anyone at all. Projectwork is the stupidest exam ever, no meaning at all since I'm always writing generic sentences for everything walao I cannot take it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was a happy because after P.E (which I didn't do HAHAHA in your face) I met up with seexuanmyfavourite. Poor girl sat on the bus for 2-freaking-hours to come bedok. Catching up, O(d)AC chats and alot of crapping over blackboard dinner. I miss my seexuan so much. Poor girl got bruises everyhwhere because she gets bruises for everything, so tofu skin hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is being productive by doing all my homework during breaks. Today after continuous lessons finally slept at the library. Woke up because the table like earthquake like that, Annmarie and Ngteng playing Itouch, shake the table like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching in the canteen with Singchuen omg so hilarious cannot take it. I love her inner 'lian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday abseiling course tuesday early dismissal for tower session makes me show everybody my smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaybye, need to do EOM stab me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3570696262026834344?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3570696262026834344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3570696262026834344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3570696262026834344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3570696262026834344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-feel-like-doing-eom.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-4477174130080246155</id><published>2009-07-20T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:18:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>749826</title><content type='html'>Howdy!!! (Sound like cowboy I like)&lt;br /&gt;JCT results are back, didn't fail anything so me is a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter the other day with mydearyurong. Crazy fella from don't know how many metres start waving at me like some nutcase. As usual she treated the whole cinema like her house, laugh until so loud :D Woman set ah, Gelare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm quite selfish, sometimes I wonder how I've got any friends at all. If I'm my friend I would have hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a selfless, nice person. I hate it when I only care about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my stupid ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiney because I had double econs tutorial today. Not my fault at all. Dinner with the xuan tmrw cuz she wants to visit my feet. Wheeeeeee, so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4477174130080246155?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4477174130080246155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4477174130080246155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4477174130080246155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4477174130080246155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/749826.html' title='749826'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-7668081934301441504</id><published>2009-07-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:38:48.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out!</title><content type='html'>The movie was awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like, when her brother died I was like "Omg, her life is so sad."&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie went around but no loot cuz there was nothing pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tmrw, and some meeting in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want tmrw to come, I feel so sian.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I just want to sleep until I die, and rot at home infront of the telly and eat.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't cuz there's school and I'm a student and that sucks. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now there's h1n1, still got pretty name, what influenzaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;So now there's contact tracking hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So remember to wash your hands and call school if you're sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;And if you have h1n1 call me and infect me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-7668081934301441504?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7668081934301441504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=7668081934301441504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7668081934301441504'/><link rel='self' 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more'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3690591726201084718</id><published>2009-07-02T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:47:14.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to start drawing again!!!&lt;br /&gt;If they turn out okay then maybe I'll be posting the scans here.&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to it:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3690591726201084718?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-5763105824880093844</id><published>2009-07-01T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:35:57.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JCTs ending next monday.&lt;br /&gt;Steady pom pi pi we make plans already.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have so much fun, you'll be so jealous until you die muahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5763105824880093844?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5763105824880093844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5763105824880093844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5763105824880093844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5763105824880093844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/jcts-ending-next-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-5098622029538558275</id><published>2009-06-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:29:27.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkXJTjgVO-I/AAAAAAAABl8/0XNn-jJQ2_A/s1600-h/5f1c9a8f3eedd3a96ad7df8682f0d80f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351905069985250274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkXJTjgVO-I/AAAAAAAABl8/0XNn-jJQ2_A/s400/5f1c9a8f3eedd3a96ad7df8682f0d80f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite flowaaaa:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's GMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy to the max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5098622029538558275?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5098622029538558275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5098622029538558275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5098622029538558275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5098622029538558275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-having-pizza-today-for-dinner.html' title='Baby&apos;s Breath'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkXJTjgVO-I/AAAAAAAABl8/0XNn-jJQ2_A/s72-c/5f1c9a8f3eedd3a96ad7df8682f0d80f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-6669809210590507296</id><published>2009-06-26T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:32:40.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkSHdxNlDrI/AAAAAAAABl0/MhGGquf9GT0/s1600-h/aaa10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351551202719239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkSHdxNlDrI/AAAAAAAABl0/MhGGquf9GT0/s400/aaa10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me is feeling all high and happy now(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6669809210590507296?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6669809210590507296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6669809210590507296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6669809210590507296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6669809210590507296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-is-feeling-all-high-and-happy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkSHdxNlDrI/AAAAAAAABl0/MhGGquf9GT0/s72-c/aaa10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-4165378095462129434</id><published>2009-06-24T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:30:08.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me needs to be SUPAMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkImd1GGlXI/AAAAAAAABls/STaevCi4XA8/s1600-h/1231505200_piano2_homi2849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350881601180308850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkImd1GGlXI/AAAAAAAABls/STaevCi4XA8/s400/1231505200_piano2_homi2849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realised I'm not the only one struggling with not being able to finish the syllabus on time, the girls are all frustrated with the crazy geog content and suddenly TJC becomes everyone's favourite dartboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to school on Monday to clean up the camp equipment and then realised geog&amp;amp;econs are on Monday, not Friday. Which means I've studied ahead for quite abit and should be able to finish. This is supposed to be something good, but in the end I'm slacking off now because the studying momentum is gone. Now I'm stuck at (freaking) KARST LANDFORMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can at least complete Phy.geog by today, Human.geog on thursday&amp;amp;friday, then econs on saturday&amp;amp;sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know how my studying plans always seem to go haywire (glares at the lappy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want JCTs to end so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get why they have to be after the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays are called holidays for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See lah, make me feel lousy only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOES THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY UH???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy, now I'm talking to myself, it's like this viscous cycle, like during the O level days where I start mumbling to myself out of the blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, I totally freaked my sister out when I cursed at the bandage that I couldn't remove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JCTs are getting into my head, not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, my piano lessons will be resuming after JCTs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(happy expression)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4165378095462129434?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4165378095462129434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4165378095462129434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4165378095462129434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4165378095462129434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/bugged.html' title='Me needs to be SUPAMAN!'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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/_BozrLz4Ah40/SkImd1GGlXI/AAAAAAAABls/STaevCi4XA8/s72-c/1231505200_piano2_homi2849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-5574835681534236611</id><published>2009-06-23T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:50:55.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolero</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OkugqlH5u_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OkugqlH5u_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best live! Bolero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5574835681534236611?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5574835681534236611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5574835681534236611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5574835681534236611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5574835681534236611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/bolero.html' title='Bolero'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-4660450890396100176</id><published>2009-06-22T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:48:12.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from my mini op, not as a big deal as it sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;But the needle hurt a freaking lot,&lt;br /&gt;the doctor just stuck the freaking needle into my feet, then he took it out and stabbed a few more times.&lt;br /&gt;And later they bandaged my feet so exxagerratingly, Teesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4660450890396100176?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4660450890396100176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4660450890396100176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4660450890396100176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4660450890396100176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-my-mini-op-not-as-big-deal-as.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-6104085292307785757</id><published>2009-06-21T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:57:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blow you away!!</title><content type='html'>LOL ohmytian!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the back of my ears are severely sunburnt,&lt;br /&gt;they're peeling now lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mass movements now!&lt;br /&gt;At this rate I think I can finish woohoo! 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time):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3719455180231241787?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3719455180231241787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3719455180231241787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3719455180231241787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3719455180231241787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-geog-notes-too-little-time.html' title='Too much geog notes, too little time'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2008611877678919422</id><published>2009-06-18T06:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:05:36.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard from my sister that her school is having holiday extensions.&lt;br /&gt;Can TJ have them too?&lt;br /&gt;But I just want JCTs to come so I can get over and done with them,&lt;br /&gt;then I can have fun with my girls!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EILEEN FASTER COME BACK FROM CAMP I WNA GO OUT:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, this holiday is so screwed up I want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;SIAN TO THE MAX&lt;br /&gt;Grace I need shopping, after JCTs we all go shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so blah,&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to studying geog.&lt;br /&gt;freaking thick stack of notes here I come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2008611877678919422?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2008611877678919422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2008611877678919422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2008611877678919422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2008611877678919422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/heard-from-my-sister-that-her-school-is.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-1533461493866873306</id><published>2009-06-17T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:24:56.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't know doesn't 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title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-1242908003933932765</id><published>2009-06-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:05:14.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turn around and look, do you see?</title><content type='html'>Finished with the resting. Blisters becoming hardened skin, cuts becoming scabs, aches gone, bruises fading, just left with a few slighter larger gashes here and there and I'm as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short conversation with peiwen online last night, about how when I was at Suntec for the pc fair ytd, all the memories came back once I looked at the pavement we walked past during orienteering, and then I wonder how on earth I managed to push my body to complete something so crazy. The idea itself is crazy. Its the team, I tell myself, they made me do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to the rest of the camp, it because of the team that pushed me to push myself past my own limits. THE team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how I feel I've grown and matured within these span of a few months. Its like a crazy growth spurt from someone with absolutely no confidence to speak of, to someone who now believes in herself. I haven't ever regretted it once, I don't even think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll be able to look back and say,&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've been through June camp and I'm glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From here onwards, its going to be a long draggy, sentimental vomit of June camp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;Received the relay that we were supposed to meet up at the sports complex at 6.45 a.m. , so reluctantly, dragged myself(along with the crazily heavy bagpack). The look of the faces of those there reflected everyone's. We just wanted the camp to end as soon as possible. At 7.01, we reported, one minute late and forgetting to be in push up position. The words :"Year1's report at the starting line" almost made me groan out loud. Intervals. After 3 rounds, we were all panting and sweating crazily, and it wasn't even the start of the camp yet. That was our punishment for not reporting in push up position. Then we assembled outside the dance studio for bagpack check, pouring out our belongings. Items got confiscated, even those included in the packlist. Then came the scary words after warm up, "Year1's, take down the sand bags and put them in the backpacks, girls put in an extra 3 bottles, guys four bottles, then each of you put in an additional 1.5 litre bottle" We were going for our 7km jog with that crazy amount of weight on our backs, the seniors also explained to us that they added the additional 1.5 litre and 1 bottle because we dropped a bottle previously, that was our punishment. The 7km run was done with high moral, we cheered each other on, and I was glad I didn't give up halfway or ask for my bagpack to be carried. Then when we were 1km from the school, we were ordered by the seniors to have 3 people carried all the way to school. Thanks Joan, for carrying me bag, you don't know how much I admire your perserverence sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished the run, the sun was already scorching, and we had to do 100 pushups, 100 squats, 100 sit ups, 100 burpies and 200 jumping jacks within 1.5 hours. Halfway, alot of the team were not feeling too well, ending up with us not being able to complete it officially even though technically we've already completed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then told to carry our bagpacks again and head out of the school, towards block 14, the 24-storey hdb. We were to do suicides (run to the 5th floor, run down, run to the 10th floor, run down, run to the 15th floor, run down, run to the 20th floor, run down, run to the 24th floor, come down, without breaks in between).  It was madly tiring, but I have to thank Siyuan for encouraging me all the way, and sometimes even letting me go infront and pushing me on, and even waiting for me at the top to go down together, thankyou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed towards the pullup bar, where we had alot of difficulty because the metal bars were too hot to grip. We gave up after 190 counts.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we had lunch, while doing our campcraft structure. It wasn't really a success, so the dreaded "Year1's report at the starting line" was heard again, another 3 intervals. We were all tired to the max. But in the end we couldn't complete the structure in time. Then followed the standard obstacle course we had to do with bagpacks. We couldn't complete it on time. Because we didn't finish building the structure, we had to make do with sleeping on ground sheets on the grasspatch at around 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was shaken awake around 3 and told to do warm up. Half awake, there was hardly any morale during the warm up. When May told us "Year1's report at the starting line in 2 minutes" I was thinking, are they crazy? are they going to make us do intervals again? Luckily, we just had to do the obstacle course. But this time, the girls had to go over the low wall without assistance. I couldn't do it, even when i pulled and kicked and ended up with bleeding scratches on my arms, I just coudn't get over. There was just me and Jesmine left, the rest of the girls had already went over. I think I broke down a little bit, I was tearing because no matter how I tried to drag myself up the wall, I ended up falling down. Then, just as I was about to give up, I heard someone shout, "Zhujun hurry up, half the time is gone already." And then the seniors made the rest stay in push up position until we were able to get over the wall. That got me a little mad, I swear I couldn't feel myself controlling my body, I just felt it move. Then I was sitting on top of the wall, my team was cheering. I went over, I didn't let my team down. In the end because we spent too much time, we still didn't complete the obstacle course, but I was proud of myself for finally going over the wall. Next, we went over to the pull up bar. It was painful, because the cuts and blisters I got from climbing over the low wall opened even more. Then we were told to go over the netball court, holding the spar with our arms ninety degrees from the ground, we were getting scolded for our attitude towards the camp and for lack of care to our equipment. At around 5, we were allowed to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY2:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 7, groggily had breakfast then took the bus the pasir ris. Then we were given a time limit of 15minutes to get to water venture with out crazy bacgpacks (this time the sandbags were removed and replaced with our belongings, water bottles still there). We were late in the end by a few minutes, and very worn out. After preparation and briefing was done, we headed out to kayak, 16.5 km in the scorching sun. I was drained after 4km, then afterwards I found out a new method which allowed me to increase my speed without tiring myself out. That sustained me throughout the entire expedition. After it ended we rinsed ourselves and were given another 15 minutes to reach the mrt station, the team suggested running and we tried, but after a few minutes, I had difficulty breathing, but bryan pushed me on, so even though er were a few seconds late, the seniors let us off because of the effort everyone put in. Then we had this crazy long mrt ride to boonlay, me.peiwen.serah squeezed in 2 seats and slept throughout. When we alighted, we were told to take the bus to lim chu kang. Everyone started looking at everyone, we were going to the cemetry. In the bus Siyuan sat beside meand he stank hahaha but i think everyone stank equally bad. After walking past a few cemetries, we stopped at a christian one and were told to build a one man basha (something like a tent) and set up a fire. The basha was a success but not the fire, so we had to eat our instant noodles raw as punishment. Afterwards we went to do presicion orienteering which I know I failed so I'm not going to go into too much detail, just that along the way i got bitten by insects so many times I lost count. Then afterwards, we were brought to a muslim cemetry. Night walk. We were told to sit in a circle, then were handed out white candles lit. Wei cheng said that if the candle was burning than there won't be any 'things' harming us. Then he told us we were going for solo night walk, I was like WTH ARE YOU KIDDING (in my mind) because I'm not good at this kind of things, I don't even dare to walk to the kitchen at night without the lights and you want to walk in the cemetry alone!! Then he started telling us all the scary things like how the muslim spirits are more active on thursday night and that night was thursday night, and how if you hear slippers dragging behind you its a pontianak and how when dogs howl it means "stuff" are near and how you should never turn around and how you should apologize is you step on the grave. He said alot more stuff but plugged my ears. Then Siyuan prayed for all of our safety and I felt a little better. Then it was my turn and Matthew was like " Zhujun you want to know something?" and I was like "I don't want to know anything." And he heck cared me and said "If you see anything white, its not the seniros" and I was like "I didn't hear anything" And quickly walked away. The walk was crazy, it was so quiet you could hear everything, and the graves were so close at both my sides. Then after walking for quite abit, i couldn't find the lightsticks that the seniors asked us to follow. I was lost. I kept walking back and forth and I didn't know whether to blow the whistle to call for help so I just kept walking further and I realy didn't know where I was going. Then I saw this malay guy and his friend and he asked me whether I was lost and I thought he was a ghost at first because he walked out from behind the graves so I didn't want to talk to him and nodded and looked away, then I realised ghost don't drive cars, and he was offing his car engine, so I asked him whether he saw any people with candles and he pointed me down the road and asked me to be careful because it was thursday night. Then after walking past a bend I thought I was lost again but then I saw a candle glow somewhere and I was so happy I caught up with the person who thought was Lizhong at first but turned out to be Siyuan. I was so freaking happy I found someone. So i asked asked him whether I could hold on to his shirt because I was already so freaked out from getting lost. So he led me all the way. Thanks alot, seriously because I was so freaked out I wasn't thinking straight so thanks for asking me to watch my step and walking infront of me and trying to calm me down! And then we made it out. When I saw the rest of the team I was so happy we all made it back. After that we individually made our way past a small part of cemetry back to the campsite. We were all seperated and told to build a basha and sleep alone. I couldn't sleep, didn't know why, kept waking up thinking the seniors were calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY3:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7, after breakfast we were given a map, 3 phones, a compass and told that we would be going for a 70 km orienteering for 20plus hours. It was a crazily gruelling walk, the sun was crazy in the afternoon and everyone's morale was down. Lydia was sick at the start, and I was really afraid for her when she cried because she's the strongest in the team and for her to cry it means that the pain was really bad. After we completed about 15 km I was staring to feel so worn out and kind of losing hope because I kept thinking about how on earth I was going to complete other 55 km. That I started tearing because I didn't think I could do it and I really wanted to just give up and go home. But Serah told me to just let it all out, then she held my hand and walked with me, cheering me up and keeping my mind away from all the crazy stuff I was thinking. I felt alot better after I started leading the team during my section of the orienteering, so afterwards I was super positive for 3 hours until I started feeling tired and sleepy. So I was practically just dragging myself. Everytime we reached a checkpoint for a teammate to check the map and report to the seniors, I just dropped on the ground and slept as much as I could. The it rained, very heavily aroudn 2am. It was so freaking cold and terrible I was shivering like mad. Then after resting for 15 minutes I felt so super refreshed. But Serah wasn't feeling very well, she couldn't breathe properly and was crying. So I really wanted to help her because she really made me feel alot better at the start, so I volunteered to carry her bag, evern though I know I should let the guys carry it, but I really wanted to do something for her. So I tried carrying it from eunos to kembagan, while talking anf laughing with peiwen to take our minds of the crazy blisters on our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reporting to seniors, there was some miscommunication about the distance we walked but it was alright, because the safety of the team was more important than the 10km, we can't please everybody. I bathed, help clean the equipment then we (bryan,peiwen, gaoliang,jesmine,lizhong,siyuan,me) decided to eat at blackboard. but first we went to satisfy our cravings that we had for the past few days. I bought a big carton of orange juice , peiwen bought apple, the rest had bubbletea, and we just drank till we were satisfied. Everyone was smiling because we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE IT(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1242908003933932765?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1242908003933932765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1242908003933932765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1242908003933932765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1242908003933932765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-around-and-look-do-you-see.html' title='turn around and look, do you see?'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2305183556485772054</id><published>2009-06-15T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:52:39.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>one day I'll make you notice me.&lt;br /&gt;that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2305183556485772054?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-8883271171213972715</id><published>2009-06-15T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:51:18.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busybee gogogo!</title><content type='html'>Had a nice afternoon with,&lt;br /&gt;-my beloved econs notes,&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate chip cookies,&lt;br /&gt;-yakult,&lt;br /&gt;-occasional naruto to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a productive day, so proud of myself (pats head)&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw will be even better, no distraction, hardcore studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if I can complete everything within the time, will be heading down to bugis to get dad his father's day present woohoo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-8883271171213972715?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8883271171213972715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=8883271171213972715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8883271171213972715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8883271171213972715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/busybee-gogogo.html' title='busybee gogogo!'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2657759195586960520</id><published>2009-06-14T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:05:27.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'ve been to hell and back</title><content type='html'>Reached home completely drained at 3pm, slept through all the way till the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely exhausted but still glad that I got to experience June Camp with the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all got stronger:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2657759195586960520?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-2206244573453360148</id><published>2009-06-09T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:40:24.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Si5mAB8c5YI/AAAAAAAABlk/mB0MGIloMao/s1600-h/016_04827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345321958443378050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Si5mAB8c5YI/AAAAAAAABlk/mB0MGIloMao/s400/016_04827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I need strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Please give me strength to survive the next 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2206244573453360148?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2206244573453360148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2206244573453360148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2206244573453360148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2206244573453360148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Si5mAB8c5YI/AAAAAAAABlk/mB0MGIloMao/s72-c/016_04827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-3964637498989527923</id><published>2009-06-06T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:18:30.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Fully sponsored shopping trip ytd.&lt;br /&gt;My mum is the best, seriously^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SiU9Hrv30UI/AAAAAAAABlc/LEUYQxnwwXs/s1600-h/1-2358439-7173557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743735156855106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SiU9Hrv30UI/AAAAAAAABlc/LEUYQxnwwXs/s400/1-2358439-7173557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tmrw is going to be an ultra productive day!&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school for geog lecture til 12,&lt;br /&gt;then going to coop myself in the awesome TJ library until 4,&lt;br /&gt;if I'm hungry, gna buy sushi at eunos,&lt;br /&gt;then going home for jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't end up just procastinating&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to study with me?(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2636255716649296856?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SiU9Hrv30UI/AAAAAAAABlc/LEUYQxnwwXs/s72-c/1-2358439-7173557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-1487928915291756821</id><published>2009-05-31T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:06:32.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SiJWInDp7cI/AAAAAAAABlU/61_mt6YyLAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341926813938085314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SiJWInDp7cI/AAAAAAAABlU/61_mt6YyLAQ/s400/IMG_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUAH!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1487928915291756821?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1487928915291756821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1487928915291756821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1487928915291756821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1487928915291756821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/muah.html' title='My favourite people'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SiJWInDp7cI/AAAAAAAABlU/61_mt6YyLAQ/s72-c/IMG_1959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-4882330790051610365</id><published>2009-05-29T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:03:41.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger together</title><content type='html'>After we ended running CAN marathon, 11/12 of the team had a really deep heart to heart to talk at bedok centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a good solid 3 hours, we thrashed everything out,&lt;br /&gt;everything we were unhappy about,&lt;br /&gt;everything we were unsatisfied about,&lt;br /&gt;everything we felt was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;everything we felt needed improvement,&lt;br /&gt;everything we felt we were really thankful about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakdown was kind of unexpected but it totally made me feel better,&lt;br /&gt;now that I know what our team really is and how important it is to every member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before I started having difficulty speaking,&lt;br /&gt;our team is really important to me,&lt;br /&gt;every single member.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I would have pulled through the trainings without all the support I was given and I'm thankful that I'm also appreciated in the team.&lt;br /&gt;Though we had it rough, we always had each other, we were always ready to catch each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we had disappointed our seniors badly,&lt;br /&gt;but I want you guys to know that I'm still really proud of our team.&lt;br /&gt;We're a special team,&lt;br /&gt;and we CAN make the seniors proud of us if we just push ourselves a little harder, be a little more selfless, and think positive.&lt;br /&gt;We're on the right track, I'm super sure.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time before we prove our capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not have the fittest people in the team,&lt;br /&gt;but we definitely have the most bonded people in the team,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll make our seniors proud.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4882330790051610365?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4882330790051610365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-993064936889321034</id><published>2009-05-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:18:37.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep up the tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sh6cajAPYgI/AAAAAAAABlM/A1ZUSvraBo8/s1600-h/IMG_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340878187994767874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sh6cajAPYgI/AAAAAAAABlM/A1ZUSvraBo8/s400/IMG_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday had us the most terrible training ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hot sun, heavy bagpacks, crazy distances and never-ending steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I thought what Peiwen once told me a few trainings back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I put myself through so much torture, make myself sweat so much, suffer through all the crazy aches?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I think about peiwen,serah,jesmine,lydia,joan,lizhong,gaoliang,siyuan,chinkiat,bryan,jasper, and all the shit we've been through, how we cheered each other on, how we pushed each other over our limits, how we saw ourselves improve physically bit by bit, how we always manage to survive training after training, how we can make the smallest things seem funny just by being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its actually worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you guys ever happen to come by here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL MUAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-993064936889321034?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/993064936889321034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=993064936889321034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/993064936889321034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/993064936889321034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-up-tempo.html' title='Keep up the tempo!'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sh6cajAPYgI/AAAAAAAABlM/A1ZUSvraBo8/s72-c/IMG_1955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-6888430277891451077</id><published>2009-05-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:33:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the hub now after finishing research.&lt;br /&gt;smelly grace is beside me being hyper, keep pointing at the screen like some hyperactive chipmunk:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had morning training today.&lt;br /&gt;F . U . N&lt;br /&gt;after push-ups and sit-ups, we had standard obstacle course&lt;br /&gt;with the guys piggybacking the girls,&lt;br /&gt;therefore the sides are aching because we were laughing so much at chinkiat trying to carry joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope the afternoon's training will not murder me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;HELLO GRACE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6888430277891451077?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6888430277891451077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6888430277891451077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6888430277891451077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6888430277891451077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-hub-now-after-finishing-research.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3767242656796049550</id><published>2009-05-25T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:43:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't we all?</title><content type='html'>I feel...insecure.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to know but am afraid to find out,&lt;br /&gt;so many things I'm supposed to face but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost myself in the midst of trying too hard for everything I thought was right,&lt;br /&gt;what I thought I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up every morning thinking 'this is it'.&lt;br /&gt;Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I moving towards?&lt;br /&gt;My mind is an empty slate because I think too much, read too much, worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to shake myself by the shoulders and ask myself what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysised 'Boats' during literature the other day.&lt;br /&gt;The windpipe narrows by an inch when I thought about what it would be if I left,&lt;br /&gt;if anyone would see the gap I stood.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/ShqP2WSNn-I/AAAAAAAABlE/AZrF2dK1XhI/s1600-h/n1320210336_450267_6635507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339738472058822626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/ShqP2WSNn-I/AAAAAAAABlE/AZrF2dK1XhI/s400/n1320210336_450267_6635507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breathe Zhujun, breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3767242656796049550?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3767242656796049550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3767242656796049550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3767242656796049550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3767242656796049550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-we-all.html' title='Don&apos;t we all?'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/ShqP2WSNn-I/AAAAAAAABlE/AZrF2dK1XhI/s72-c/n1320210336_450267_6635507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-2822603199045915299</id><published>2009-05-21T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:21:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVE HO!</title><content type='html'>Many things are piling up,&lt;br /&gt;OAC flooding my weekends, econs essay after essay (thanks ah anderson), maths test, geog notes 3 inches thick that I haven't read yet.&lt;br /&gt;Last year my seniors told me JC life was hectic and I thought they were exagerrating, now... (inserts sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm just saying there's alot to do, but I'll still be overly-hyperactive person in class making funny noises because if I'm moody then people who see me will want to slap my face.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO I CAN DO THIS(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2822603199045915299?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2822603199045915299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2822603199045915299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2822603199045915299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2822603199045915299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/heave-ho.html' title='HEAVE HO!'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-7765541545695146877</id><published>2009-05-16T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:18:37.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sg5n7FJP5uI/AAAAAAAABk8/Y8RTG8M4uIs/s1600-h/12052009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336316873171527394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sg5n7FJP5uI/AAAAAAAABk8/Y8RTG8M4uIs/s400/12052009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been a charm so far, because amazingly I was able to clear up the stack of homework that has on my table for like, ever. OAC has been relatively okay, my favourite people there are the ones keeping it sane for me. And _ is always there woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-7765541545695146877?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7765541545695146877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=7765541545695146877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7765541545695146877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7765541545695146877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-has-been-charm-so-far-because.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sg5n7FJP5uI/AAAAAAAABk8/Y8RTG8M4uIs/s72-c/12052009(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-3104724257915084940</id><published>2009-05-12T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:04:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buzzy buzzy housefly</title><content type='html'>Today I was so annoyed, because this bugger kept droning on and on with his incessant talking when I was trying to get some sleep in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to ask him (politely) to keep quite and stop rocking the table because apparently you can't sleep when the table keeps shaking right? But he continues like he was suffering from momentary deafness or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does he talk about? His birthday which I (and apparently my friend he was talking to also) do not give a shit about. And in that short (felt long) period of time, he kept giving verbal threats to my friend over whimsical sissy matters, which made me feel even more pissed. Yes, if you don't know, I don't take well to my friends being threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping with my earphones on, so you can imagine how loud he was that I could hear him. I really wanted to slap his ache-infested face between my palms, pull at his hair, and scream into his ears for him to shut up and go away, then give him a slap on the way. But then I was too tired and drained off energy so I just glared at him, which he also blatantly ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the bell rang and I was so glad that I could finally get away from that machinemouth, that little prick decided it would be nice to follow us to the LT, amidst blabbering about how he missed sec. school where he had the energy to talk even more. Oh the irony, I've never met such a freak in my entire life. Apparently he fails at reading body language because any poor soul who saw my face at that time would gladly keep a 3m radius away from me. But no, he continues opening and closing his mouth as though he would go into fits and seizures for not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know how to shut up at the right moments, or how to keep their darn big ego to themselves because most of the time, not many people agree with how fabulous or how wonderful you think you are. Jokes like "I must be the handsomest guy on earth" are funny when kept to a certain limit, beyond that, you're just plain weird. I know I'm not the most tolerant person on earth but if you hear " I am justice" and I cannot remember what other weird nonsense he insists on saying everytime I am so unfortunate to meet him in the library. Which explains why he's always alone and no one hangs out with him. But he doesn't see the light and continues making everyone's life a misery by advertising how wonderful his pathetic life is in the most annoying way you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I just ranted, but I just cannot imagine how such an annoying person can exist, and how lucky I am to have come from the same sec. school as him but not ever talking to him until now. I hope he accidentally eats super glue and not open his mouth in the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3104724257915084940?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3104724257915084940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3104724257915084940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3104724257915084940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3104724257915084940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/buzzy-buzzy-housefly.html' title='buzzy buzzy housefly'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-6966121729959392733</id><published>2009-05-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:58:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgggdPLmMpI/AAAAAAAABk0/3ADRxkNUcDQ/s1600-h/mcu6hv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334549445283820178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgggdPLmMpI/AAAAAAAABk0/3ADRxkNUcDQ/s400/mcu6hv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sgggc48xRxI/AAAAAAAABks/yY4O7_FGa_8/s1600-h/307lroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334549439316051730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sgggc48xRxI/AAAAAAAABks/yY4O7_FGa_8/s400/307lroy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sgggc4o2qpI/AAAAAAAABkk/4_IsIhpD0_s/s1600-h/9c47047f48ed0a0629388a06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334549439232518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sgggc4o2qpI/AAAAAAAABkk/4_IsIhpD0_s/s400/9c47047f48ed0a0629388a06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgggcqjdWAI/AAAAAAAABkc/OEPMoXeQ-Ng/s1600-h/2zqg4zd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334549435451791362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgggcqjdWAI/AAAAAAAABkc/OEPMoXeQ-Ng/s400/2zqg4zd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgggcrIkv8I/AAAAAAAABkU/4C34IGIPqw4/s1600-h/2a5d6xk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334549435607465922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgggcrIkv8I/AAAAAAAABkU/4C34IGIPqw4/s400/2a5d6xk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat well Mandoogie:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6966121729959392733?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6966121729959392733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6966121729959392733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6966121729959392733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6966121729959392733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/eat-well-mandoogied.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgggdPLmMpI/AAAAAAAABk0/3ADRxkNUcDQ/s72-c/mcu6hv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-6753831180061388921</id><published>2009-05-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:42:20.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you realise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgePQT65jrI/AAAAAAAABkM/-VOWhI8DXbY/s1600-h/1236498140_47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334389794031636146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgePQT65jrI/AAAAAAAABkM/-VOWhI8DXbY/s400/1236498140_47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really didn't want to think about it,&lt;br /&gt;even when she gradually took up most of your time,&lt;br /&gt;even when we hardly even talked anymore,&lt;br /&gt;even when it was clear you didn't even bother trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead I focused on the 'what ifs' and 'maybes',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what if you were busy with school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe we'll talk next week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its cuz you're now in a different school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe the problem lies with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then last week made me realise, you've changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never realised just far we've drifted until she came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6753831180061388921?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6753831180061388921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6753831180061388921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6753831180061388921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6753831180061388921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-realise.html' title='Do you realise?'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SgePQT65jrI/AAAAAAAABkM/-VOWhI8DXbY/s72-c/1236498140_47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-8461061786452702366</id><published>2009-05-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:20:04.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea in my nose</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, I'm severely lacking behind on homework which I'm pretty sure I'm going to die a very terrible death until I realised Monday is a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy like fly(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backside is now very pain from night cycling, which freaked me out a little bit because I'm scared of cars so when we cycled on the road and a car zoomed past, I just wanted to die. We had to start a barbeque, which was epic failure, cuz we used like 5(?) firestarters and still no fire. If my father was there he would have laughed at me and called me dumb HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my peiwen cuz I didn't see her for sunday's kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;which btw i miraculously passed. I.am.still.amazed.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at home but I've still got this rocky feeling that I'm on the kayak, headache~~~&lt;br /&gt;Then serah broke up with me while we were in sea for five minutes because of (stares), then she called for a patch up when Siyuan was doing the rescue thingy with me. SERAH LOVE YOU MUCHLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I must finish printing my geog notes and read econs!&lt;br /&gt;otherwise fungi will grow on my bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you muah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-8461061786452702366?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8461061786452702366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=8461061786452702366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8461061786452702366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8461061786452702366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/sea-in-my-nose.html' title='Sea in my nose'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-4686403197271913357</id><published>2009-05-05T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:32:10.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Head hurts like cow today, again.&lt;br /&gt;Am dreading tmrw's morning training ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4686403197271913357?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4686403197271913357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4686403197271913357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4686403197271913357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4686403197271913357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/head-hurts-like-cow-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-9040946018613522633</id><published>2009-05-04T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:28:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wae O Wae?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me when I'm bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sf7exHLoR0I/AAAAAAAABj8/OksPjE3g5Ag/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331943944176027458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sf7exHLoR0I/AAAAAAAABj8/OksPjE3g5Ag/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; this is me when I'm beyond bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331943948598239954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sf7exXp94tI/AAAAAAAABkE/iXmVYuFUFYA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sf7eBO7CECI/AAAAAAAABj0/0WlGz-dmUkc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cue laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sf7cwBn_UGI/AAAAAAAABjs/VjNWo8joIR4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was exhausting,&lt;br /&gt;splitting headache and aching body parts, I really wanted to die):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semi-slept through lit and econs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maths was relatively manageable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went for KFC with nicholas and kaiying!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt better after laughing at nicholas throughout his haircut, his face, is.....HAHAHAHAHA&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt so warm and fuzzy inside when peiwen texted me about her oac withdrawal syndrome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a good feeling when you know how much you matter to people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like the feeling you get when you swallow thick, warm soup,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;super shiok^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-9040946018613522633?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9040946018613522633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=9040946018613522633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/9040946018613522633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/9040946018613522633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-exhausting-splitting-headache.html' title='Wae O Wae?'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sf7exHLoR0I/AAAAAAAABj8/OksPjE3g5Ag/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-7506493554193872164</id><published>2009-05-03T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:12:49.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddle POP~</title><content type='html'>Just came back from second day of 2star kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted to the max, arms, butt, thighs aching uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel as though I'm rocking in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini expedition today, about 8km.&lt;br /&gt;After that we were totally dead, but we still sang the cow song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we learnt the eskimo bow thingy, which i only managed to complete after 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;fun^^&lt;br /&gt;But if pw was there I bet we would be even more high&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see the team tmrw(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POP~'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-4489416316525618275</id><published>2009-04-29T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:16:05.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and listen.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, today in particular,&lt;br /&gt;I felt useless.&lt;br /&gt;I question my existence and come up to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;What do I stand for?&lt;br /&gt;Do I... matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of everything that's revolving to fast for me to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;I want to drop and stop moving,&lt;br /&gt;I want to, feel me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4489416316525618275?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4489416316525618275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4489416316525618275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4489416316525618275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4489416316525618275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-and-listen.html' title='Stop and listen.'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-735714744660739896</id><published>2009-04-28T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:46:09.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is when ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sfb4oj5h1wI/AAAAAAAABjk/pN_TP8mApRk/s1600-h/P3120122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329720584754550530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sfb4oj5h1wI/AAAAAAAABjk/pN_TP8mApRk/s400/P3120122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I think 3309 is awesomexzx)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmrw is wednesday, which means there's morning training at 7.00 a.m. and physical training at 3.50p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three quarters of me cannot wait for tmrw because it means thrashing it out with my favourite people, cheering for each other, and celebrating the end of a long, tiring jog tgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other quarter of me is dreading tmrw because it means coming to school at a ridiculous hour, tiring myself early in the morning, disgustingly changing back into the school uniform when I'm all sweaty (must wear tie summore walao) and stinking up the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having conflicting voices in my head and I don't think I'm quite as sane as before I joined OAC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who gets all worked up and hyper because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we're going to eat dinner tgt after training to disuss and plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we need to sell towels between free periods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we hear there's going to be something crazy going on during night cycling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we meet up almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this passion runs long and hard, because I don't want the fire to be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because for the first time, I actually feel like I'm truly living everyday for a purpose(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, if you ever read this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all to the max!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do one male pull up by the end of j2:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-735714744660739896?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-6510030314619110597</id><published>2009-04-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:10:02.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP UP AND AWAY~</title><content type='html'>Training today was ultra mega fun,&lt;br /&gt;though didn't run the 5km):&lt;br /&gt;BUTSTILL&lt;br /&gt;I had training with my favourite people(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obstacle course was so fun, but the lurches are making every single part of my body ache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WENT TO MEGAHOUSE TGT(:&lt;br /&gt;Peewee was so hyper,&lt;br /&gt;and we were all screaming and jumping&lt;br /&gt;I think weicheng thinks we are mad-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6510030314619110597?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-1382608677552187494</id><published>2009-04-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:13:46.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy me yay!</title><content type='html'>I met them today!!!&lt;br /&gt;at 7.05 am at the pull-up bar area, I met my favourite people,&lt;br /&gt;and they were smiling and I was smiling,&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to see them(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a happy-nobody-can-burst-my-happy-bubble-day(:&lt;br /&gt;Even what they told me about - - didn't dampen my mood, just hope he'll realise how we are(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We manned the towel booth today,&lt;br /&gt;though business was terrible but it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Joan makes me laugh at things that are not funny:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tmrw to come!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not taking part in training but I'll still be attending,&lt;br /&gt;then we'll be going for megahouse tgt&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I just squashed a fly with my old chinese dictionary just now,&lt;br /&gt;its so yucky I don't dare to pick it up&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1382608677552187494?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1382608677552187494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1382608677552187494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1382608677552187494'/><link rel='self' 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Need a happy skin soon^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5920868443684142875?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5920868443684142875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5920868443684142875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5920868443684142875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5920868443684142875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-away-shoo.html' title='go away shoo~'/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-6893344138437432553</id><published>2009-04-22T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:58:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou's and Loveyou's</title><content type='html'>THANKYOU(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of you that made me feel so loved on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;those who texted, hugged, screamed-across-the-school, sang me songs, gave me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyousososomuch for remembering(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially to my OAC mates.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the surprise in the morning, the cake, the song, and the pink gay balloon you guys made me carry around school.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you guys, I never ever regretted joining OAC.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, except brief moments when I feel like training is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen.Joan.Jesmine.Serah.Lydia.Jasper.Bryan.Siyuan.Gaoliang.Alex.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys to the max(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I got sick ytd,&lt;br /&gt;which means I can't attend the trainings this week,&lt;br /&gt;which means 8 hours less of seeing my favourite people in OAC&lt;br /&gt;which makes me damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want next week to come quick,&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next wednesday's hiong training&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my favourite people in the whole wide world!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE OAC MUCHLY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6893344138437432553?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-7587322730702612490</id><published>2009-04-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:22:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days have been rather hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials are finally showing their true colours, homework pile is mountaining and tests are queueing up.&lt;br /&gt;And then OAC is so time consuming, going to school early to train pull-ups, and then frequently having to stay back most of the days, and training exhausting me completely.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda look forward to every single freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;Homework and tests somehow makes me happy because I like having things on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my OAC people is something I look forward to everyday. Its only been like what? 2months plus since I knew them? But I love them, I love my team, I love seeing their faces. I want to continue seeing them everyday for the next one and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this group of people who are slowly becoming my favourite group of people, SingChuen, Eileen, Grace, AnnMarie. Though its mostly in the library mugging out, but hell yeah, I love their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ONE HAPPY KID(: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-7587322730702612490?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7587322730702612490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=7587322730702612490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7587322730702612490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7587322730702612490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-few-days-have-been-rather-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-63527902626750864</id><published>2009-04-08T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:57:59.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to sleep soon, its 1 now 'cuz I just completed two econs essays.&lt;br /&gt;Super hyped up for march expedition!!!&lt;br /&gt;We'll be staying over at the train station tmrw(today actually ha, pass midnight), then board the train early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Train ride will take about 6 hours (!!)&lt;br /&gt;First activity is spelunking (abseiling down a megadeep hole), then trekking to this cave which we will be going into in pitch black conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Then trekking back to base camp to SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Next day (I have this bad feeling we're going to have PT) we'll have wide water rafting!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO FUN THAT YOU FEEL LIKE GOING ALSO RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;And plus we'll be getting our march expedition shirts that we can wear on fridays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now after training, me and serah were spazzing on the bus about expe. OMG TOTALLY CANNOT WAIT LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Today's training was the best.&lt;br /&gt;circuit track, pull-ups and tower session. lovelove(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyou on sunday afternoon where I will be crazy chionging homework. Teachers please don't drown me with homework later&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-63527902626750864?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/63527902626750864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=63527902626750864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/63527902626750864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/63527902626750864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-to-sleep-soon-its-1-now-cuz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3917001463030240715</id><published>2009-03-31T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:48:14.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know why I'm, so tired these days.&lt;br /&gt;Its like I've completely lost control over my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;And then I think I'm hearing noises, everytime I walk into my room, I can hear my soft squishy bed asking me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fun so far, I have funny people making me laughing, and gossip khakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I'm really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3917001463030240715?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3917001463030240715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3917001463030240715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3917001463030240715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3917001463030240715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know-why-im-so-tired-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3660415679208683616</id><published>2009-03-29T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:42:59.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My shoulders, butt, thighs, arms, calves are aching terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's training was so gruelling, I can't believe I made it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up super early in the morning, feeling g.r.u.m.p.y because Saturday is my sleep day and I was deprived of it ):&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, ate, dressed with my eyes barely even open, then dad fetched me to the Mrt where I waited for Jasper. Took the Mrt to Newton, we overestimated the time, so we were more than half and hour early. Saw Serah^^ and then suddenly Peiwen msg-ed me and said each person was supposed to bring 6 1.5litre bottles. Panicked for a while 'cuz I only brought 1, but luckily there was a 7-eleven at the station so bought them and stuffed them into the haversack. Saw the seniors who also came early and we ran away from them to hide away in some corner. I bought M&amp;amp;Ms also(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reported, there were a few grand-seniors following us.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to bus-stop, missed a bus, laughed at the seniors for the missing the bus. Then while waiting for the next bus, teased each other about how we looked like turtles with the HUGE bagpacks. Bus came and we made it to Bukit Timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reporting, got scolded because more than half the years.ones didn't turn up. 12minutes of warm up time later, assembled for waterbottle check. Jasper and ShiYuan didn't have all the bottles, so got scolded quite badly again. Was pumped a little while Jasper went to fill up his bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral was quite low, plus the start of the trek was this incredibly, unbelievably steep slope, about 45degrees.  Exhausted and almost half dead because we were carrying 6kg worth of weight on our backs, and were walkin incredibly fast. The senior leading only carried 1 bottle? so he could walk super fast without getting tired. All the seniors only carried small bagpacks. I feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the summit, sweating and panting like some dog. Senior ordered us to finish half of a bottle. Which is like 750ml in one down, felt like puking after that... Then after 5 minutes water break, stairs training. We did 4 sets altogether. Each set was 3 flights of at least 10storeys high, up and down. I hate my short legs, had difficulty 'cuz each step was my knee level. I want longer legs): Each set was around 40minutes, so we did a total of 2.5 hours of stairs training. Oh, and did I tell you I managed to trip more than 5 times, once I nearly twisted my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;I was so shagged by the end of the 4th set that i just wanted to lie down and die, so I was like so happy when they told us there was no 5th set. Then they quickly shoo-ed us to a signboard for some phototaking. They were like "faster go and take picture before your normal face return" WTF LA, take picture of my shag face, I slap you ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down the crazily steep slope again. Jasper thought I was being emo, which I WASN'T. I was just totally drained of energy to talk or show expression. Then halfway down, the steepness made the areas above both my knees cramp like crazy, I just wanted to roll down and stop walking. But the seniors would probably kill me, bury me, dig me out and kill me over again. So I was dying the whole way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after we reached the bottom, I was suddenly SO sleepy, I didn't know why. It was worse than my drowsiness during lectures. So I was kinda nodding off when the seniors was talking to us. I hope he didn't see&gt;&lt; I thought we were going to eat lunsh (it was about 2) BUT NO... we had to trek to Macritchie reservoir. I wanted to stab something but I doubt I had any strength left. And since mapr reading isn't my forte (and will never be) I just followed the guys. We took the wrong route at first, got scolded by the seniors for our stupidity, then walked on the correct path. There were a few steep slopes at first, so my cramps came back again, and this time more horribly, but I didn't dare to say anything cuz the seniors were so intimidating (ya la, I'm quite scared of them) so I was so happy when we entered this clearing and rested for lunch break. I WAS SO HAPPY. Uncooked baked beans and luncheon meat and plain bread never tasted so good in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch I was so full of energy again and my cramps were g.o.n.e. and I was a happy kid. So I was in high spirits for the rest of the hike. Got attacked by monkeys on the way, they stole our empty baked beans can and ran away, stupid monkeys. Then when we were about 200metres from our destination, seniors asked us to pretend GaoLiang was injured (The way they ask him to be injured is so suay) so while ShiYuan piggybacked him, I had to help him carry his back. So think... totally exhausted Zhujun+aching shoulders+original 6.5kg pack+another 6.5 kg bag. I was this close to dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after reporting, we had to do our usual self evalution, and I got a mindblank. I just stuttered for r.e.a.l.l.y long not knowing what to say, luckily after 10seconds of stoning, Peiwen whispered me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stank up the bus on the way to AMK hub, ate cheap and good jappy food (I had tempura udon), dessert was mango shaved ice, Serah&amp;amp;Gaoliang left for their hostel first, so me and Peiwen walked around for a little while, I wasted abit of money.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home, fell asleep on the way and overshot by one bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and died on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad saturday is over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3660415679208683616?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3660415679208683616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-5019449614954833113</id><published>2009-03-26T03:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:32:03.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F&lt;br /&gt;F IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO BE DAMMIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5019449614954833113?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5019449614954833113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5019449614954833113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5019449614954833113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5019449614954833113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/f-f-it-all-is-this-how-its-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-55059613414680387</id><published>2009-03-24T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:59:19.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've stop trying, its not working.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll always know how hard we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep what we have left and hope someday it'll be okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L) you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-55059613414680387?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/55059613414680387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=55059613414680387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/55059613414680387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/55059613414680387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-stop-trying-its-not-working.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2578284844096173057</id><published>2009-03-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:05:14.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FLY outing on thursday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;backseat drawing was laughing to the max&lt;br /&gt;I miss 4ly(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2578284844096173057?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from 2 days of kayaking, plus physical training for 2days straight before the course.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sunburnt, my skin is burning up I think.&lt;br /&gt;My arms are aching like hell&lt;br /&gt;My legs are wobbly, aches from last friday's 11km trek and saturday's I-don't-know-how-much trek up mount faber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got my one-star kayaking cert(:&lt;br /&gt;paddlepaddlepaddle&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sporty now(: I'm so proud of my tan lolol!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1423727701558926803?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1423727701558926803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-1182649187304729188</id><published>2009-03-15T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:17:17.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, no I'm not dead, or run over by some truck.&lt;br /&gt;Just that my lappy chose to konk out on me these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OAC has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking on tuesday and wednesday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw, am going to post about SUPER JUNIOR'S COMEBACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah winston, I haven't forgotten-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1182649187304729188?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-6115494043862721455</id><published>2009-03-03T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:14:06.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sa06YP-6FII/AAAAAAAABjU/QUyD9GeT8dU/s1600-h/%5BCM%5D_4th_Album_The_Secret_Code_2009_3_25_On_Sale_Survivor_ver__(15s)_%5BPinku%5D%5B(000023)12-05-19%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308963724021339266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sa06YP-6FII/AAAAAAAABjU/QUyD9GeT8dU/s400/%5BCM%5D_4th_Album_The_Secret_Code_2009_3_25_On_Sale_Survivor_ver__(15s)_%5BPinku%5D%5B(000023)12-05-19%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys' new album is out baby(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my GP portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;I have good marshmallows at home, best in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Physical training tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I think my seniors are intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;There are mosquitoes in my room.&lt;br /&gt;We ran out of kimchi. I need kimchi dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I want yoguru.&lt;br /&gt;I want a red haversack for school.&lt;br /&gt;I want my hair to grow long, fast.&lt;br /&gt;I need new running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6115494043862721455?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6115494043862721455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6115494043862721455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6115494043862721455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6115494043862721455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-new-album-is-out-baby-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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/_BozrLz4Ah40/Sa06YP-6FII/AAAAAAAABjU/QUyD9GeT8dU/s72-c/%5BCM%5D_4th_Album_The_Secret_Code_2009_3_25_On_Sale_Survivor_ver__(15s)_%5BPinku%5D%5B(000023)12-05-19%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-4064806932229803525</id><published>2009-03-02T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:43:59.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from OAC Orientation camp and I'm stil alive (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to summarise what we did but I think I'll end up killing all the fun-ness so if you're going to think the camp is boring after reading, its probably because of my sucky skill of recaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1!!&lt;br /&gt;After lessons, we had some leadership talk which only me, joan, bra, jasper and gaoliang/ shiyuan (i forgot). Then because our seniors were sitting infront, we had to pretend to be interested everytime they turned around to check on us. Bra got caught twice while yawning HAHAHA! Then we walked to sports complex, betting whether they were going to give us physical training since we slacked so much on wednesday. And they didn't. It was the best miracle&gt;&lt; So after checking everything, we took the bus to changi and set up our tents. I was SO excited because I never stepped into a tent before. The others just gave me weird looks... Then later it was dinner : cooking instant noodles, sausages and baked beans in mass tins. It was...weird. Then we had night games~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was this one where we had to roll over each other to the finish line while holding hands, lying down on the sand. I had sand in my mouth, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were alot of wet games... AND I DIDN'T GET WET HAHAHAH! they were so jealous of me:D&lt;br /&gt;Then we bathed and slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2!!&lt;br /&gt;After a bad sleep (i woke up everytime a plane flew past, you tell me how to sleep properly), we had physical training (ohmygod right?) Then directly, we had to unpitch the tents. We were sweating like nobody's business because there was NO ventilation in the tent. Then we ate breakfast (bread and raw sausages and tuna). After trying to squeeze everything successfully into our bagpacks, we went to take a boat to Pulau Ubin. I surprised myself by not being as seasick as I thought i would be. So proud of myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping our bagpacks, we had orienteering (finding our way using maps). And because I absolutely suck at directions, I just followed them. Once again, my totally horrible sense of balance proved its point again because I tripped into this hole in the ground and sort of twisted my knee. Luckily no one except Jesmine saw, saving me from alot of embarrassment. The pain went away quickly because ME IS STRONG HAHAHAHA!! We had some games and we lost two and the forfeits were terrible. One, we had to soak ourselves in the sea then come up and roll in the sand. The other we had to eat bread with ALOT of weird stuff inside (Think wasabi, peanutbutter, chips, milopowder, honey mixed tgt). Walked for what seemed like ages, and then we felt raindrops and everybody chiong-ed for ponchos. Then after we put them on, the rain stopped. wth right? lol. Then after we finished the trek which seemed to last forever, we had mountain biking!!! Freaking awesome I swear my life. But my butt hurt like no tmrw, and I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I love biking!!! Heard the seniors say we'll have night biking, coolio!!! At night was campfire, which didn't last long since as soon as the fire started, the rain came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RAIN WAS HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tent was leaking and semi-flooded and I was sitting near the leak. But we just heck cared and slept in the water. The next day, we looked like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school (seniors were angry cuz we were taking out own sweet time&gt;&lt;) . Then we had tower session!!! I wsa super scared cuz we had to do the centre one (the one I couldn't do) but they forced us to do it anyway so me and Jesmine went. AND WE MADE IT TO THE FOURTH LOG OMG!!!! After that our arms just died but the other stations were no kick so we didn't die. My shoes died on me though, both soles fell out, one in Ubin and one during tower sessions. See la, now I'm not the girl who cannot climb anymore. I'm the girl with the spoiled shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you I totally killed it with my post. I suck at this hahaha&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But camp was really awesome though I miss civilisation and my bed.&lt;br /&gt;But I got to know cool people.&lt;br /&gt;Jesmine who is my fellow Dongbang fan, plus partner in crime in trying to make Peiwen laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen, the most random person I've ever met. You are strange but I love you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Gao Liang, funny guy who laughs at the randomest things I say.&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan, who looks so blur but is really nice. Thanks for helping the girls pitch and pack the tents.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan (Bra): who i got to know even better during the camp, who helped carry my sleeping bag and bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, who helped us girls alot, and said the randomest and funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OAC FTW!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4064806932229803525?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4064806932229803525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4064806932229803525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4064806932229803525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4064806932229803525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-from-oac-orientation-camp-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-6114193428953268913</id><published>2009-02-26T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:32:50.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaZ9qkBo7-I/AAAAAAAABjM/bdPy4tD_3tI/s1600-h/1_724339019l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307067381081239522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaZ9qkBo7-I/AAAAAAAABjM/bdPy4tD_3tI/s400/1_724339019l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's camp from friday to sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hyped up now ohmygoshy!&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't bail on me again like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-You'll pull through baby(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6114193428953268913?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6114193428953268913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6114193428953268913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6114193428953268913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6114193428953268913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-camp-from-friday-to-sunday-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaZ9qkBo7-I/AAAAAAAABjM/bdPy4tD_3tI/s72-c/1_724339019l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-2391489021828309033</id><published>2009-02-23T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:51:48.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaKn7vchh8I/AAAAAAAABjE/7XApGyGUnRY/s1600-h/DSCF0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987955786090434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaKn7vchh8I/AAAAAAAABjE/7XApGyGUnRY/s400/DSCF0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been feeling a little lost these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be a happy junior college student.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;its this feeling of dread that comes and goes at the weirdest times.&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty. I'm not supposed to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2391489021828309033?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2391489021828309033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2391489021828309033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2391489021828309033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2391489021828309033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-ive-been-feeling-little-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaKn7vchh8I/AAAAAAAABjE/7XApGyGUnRY/s72-c/DSCF0711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-146601002231074367</id><published>2009-02-21T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:34:53.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaAab1KF2pI/AAAAAAAABi8/RQjsttgASGY/s1600-h/1_742332231l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305269426470640274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaAab1KF2pI/AAAAAAAABi8/RQjsttgASGY/s400/1_742332231l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be doing alot of homework today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its 11pm now and I only ticked maths tutorial off my to-do-list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how how how you tell me how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmrw will be a better day for homework,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then jogging in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OAC is making me like running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how I feel so high after running. I like how I smell so sweaty after running. I like how my hair sticks to my face after running. I like how my legs feel jelly after running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how? I think I'm going over the edge of insanity. This is not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be the 2balloons-full of helium I inhaled ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to finish my English essay about myself because Mdm Lim wants to know everything about me so I'm going to tell her everything. I am going to finish Mr Elwin's geog essay because he is intimidating when he relishes his sleep-inducing powers on me. I am going to finish my econs tutorials because Ms Koh will brandish her sarcastic baton and hit me until I fly to Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The shirts I ordered arrived on wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I ate really good kimchi soup today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I didn't blow dry my hair today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I ate yoguru with Serene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I want a haversack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently addicted to: Yogurt, jogging and _'s laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-146601002231074367?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/146601002231074367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=146601002231074367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/146601002231074367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/146601002231074367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-im-supposed-to-be-doing-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SaAab1KF2pI/AAAAAAAABi8/RQjsttgASGY/s72-c/1_742332231l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-8617241594438533781</id><published>2009-02-18T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:46:20.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My arms are going to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died during physical training.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy and I have that retarded GP quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-8617241594438533781?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8617241594438533781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=8617241594438533781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8617241594438533781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8617241594438533781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-arms-are-going-to-fall-off.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-6479032995670713975</id><published>2009-02-17T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:37:40.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I embarrassed myself during tower session again today.&lt;br /&gt;throw me a spade so I can dig a nice comfy hole to bury myself in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they hate me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stupid girl who can't climb properly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, my life is in dregs now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6479032995670713975?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6479032995670713975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6479032995670713975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6479032995670713975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6479032995670713975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-embarrassed-myself-during-tower.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-4550586098439189525</id><published>2009-02-16T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:38:55.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tag replies because me is feeling happyhappy today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debi: Yes, stop your biasness with jiyong please!!&lt;br /&gt;miyane: HELLO(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;serene: You drool at everything and anything...&lt;br /&gt;Chor Hung: I never said you were a promfret, only cuz that day you were laughing so hard at it for god knows why...&lt;br /&gt;serene: There goes serene and her food -________-&lt;br /&gt;Xuan: i miss everyone): i want picnic.&lt;br /&gt;lynn: Hello love!!! I missed you too, and all the spazzing): come and visit me ley...&lt;br /&gt;Ongyurong: I knew you missed me, because no one to talk rubbish with you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;serene: Says the clever one who burnt her own fingers. why? you hungry thats why bbq your own hands?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4550586098439189525?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4550586098439189525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4550586098439189525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4550586098439189525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4550586098439189525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-replies-because-me-is-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-5785357903773357138</id><published>2009-02-16T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:34:52.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a high tendency to do stupid things before I realise what embarassment I'm causing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had tower session.&lt;br /&gt;I fell off the rock climbing section twice.&lt;br /&gt;I fell on my butt after completing it.&lt;br /&gt;I bounced on my butt after it hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan says its because I'm bodoh - . -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5785357903773357138?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5785357903773357138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5785357903773357138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5785357903773357138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5785357903773357138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-high-tendency-to-do-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-8648409023804176113</id><published>2009-02-15T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:19:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I'm not feeling lazy today (omg surprise), I shall post the long overdue photos from the night at Serene's.&lt;br /&gt;My memory is failing, but there was ALOT of food, drinks, wasabi seaweed, and my favourite sparklers!!! The clumsy fella burnt herself-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgHJ7VcFdI/AAAAAAAABi0/g59N5DZGDv8/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302996428356589010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgHJ7VcFdI/AAAAAAAABi0/g59N5DZGDv8/s400/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgG18fW-kI/AAAAAAAABis/FbAPfLmJo1Y/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgG1bffKrI/AAAAAAAABik/wXFfbiPJDdQ/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302996076211415730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgG1bffKrI/AAAAAAAABik/wXFfbiPJDdQ/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgG1CaoO7I/AAAAAAAABic/r_-8CEHee34/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302996069480151986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgG1CaoO7I/AAAAAAAABic/r_-8CEHee34/s400/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGf2ynSTI/AAAAAAAABiU/Hmu1JiPPVFo/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302995705582274866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGf2ynSTI/AAAAAAAABiU/Hmu1JiPPVFo/s400/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfgAIwUI/AAAAAAAABiM/QChprPAwWiI/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302995699464978754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfgAIwUI/AAAAAAAABiM/QChprPAwWiI/s400/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfoF1vxI/AAAAAAAABiE/YPG-mW7ZhTo/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302995701636382482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfoF1vxI/AAAAAAAABiE/YPG-mW7ZhTo/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfaLzlJI/AAAAAAAABh8/xKKFTNkfQzc/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302995697903309970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfaLzlJI/AAAAAAAABh8/xKKFTNkfQzc/s400/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfO1LJII/AAAAAAAABh0/sfCHr8MMkb8/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302995694855595138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgGfO1LJII/AAAAAAAABh0/sfCHr8MMkb8/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-8648409023804176113?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8648409023804176113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=8648409023804176113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8648409023804176113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8648409023804176113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-im-feeling-lazy-today-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZgHJ7VcFdI/AAAAAAAABi0/g59N5DZGDv8/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-1609316870174254061</id><published>2009-02-14T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:12:33.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's!!!&lt;br /&gt;And also happy friendship day to dateless people, like me for example(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday felt a little weird 'cuz I was used to preparing gifts for my favourite people. But I didn't this year. But still I was happy because I got chocolate from some people in my cg even though I don't really know them well. And my angel wrote to me (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, the whole platoon of cch people went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;On the way the OAC people called to say that camp was cancelled/postponed. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I went for og dinner(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; _ pissed me off real badly. I want to bite off her head but then again my mouth will rot from coming in contact with her. WTF I cannot stand people who give me attitude. Shit. I know like BJ said, I shouldn't let what she say affect me. But wth I cannot swallow it. I hope she f and die and f and die. shithead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1609316870174254061?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1609316870174254061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1609316870174254061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1609316870174254061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1609316870174254061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-and-also-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-5790885548321817810</id><published>2009-02-13T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:35:12.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZY70HjqvTI/AAAAAAAABhs/ZOkL9t15m6s/s1600-h/DSCF2397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302491377843223858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZY70HjqvTI/AAAAAAAABhs/ZOkL9t15m6s/s400/DSCF2397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZY7tjzZq7I/AAAAAAAABhk/5RdhdNrTNw4/s1600-h/DSCF2397.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because I miss my favourite people, I'm getting a little sentimental now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZY7olS_jOI/AAAAAAAABhc/BSdPyP_-Qbc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5790885548321817810?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5790885548321817810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5790885548321817810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5790885548321817810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5790885548321817810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-miss-my-favourite-people-im.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SZY70HjqvTI/AAAAAAAABhs/ZOkL9t15m6s/s72-c/DSCF2397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-6359648942166289986</id><published>2009-02-11T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:16:38.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from OAC introductory training.&lt;br /&gt;we ran 3km and then played captain's ball in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;freaking awesome fun shit.&lt;br /&gt;then there's a three day orienation camp on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg fun-ness(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6359648942166289986?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6359648942166289986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6359648942166289986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6359648942166289986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6359648942166289986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-back-from-oac-introductory.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-445410538734397549</id><published>2009-02-07T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:24:42.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my second post today only because I'm too bored at home. And later I'll have to be at my dad's friend's house. His wife freaks me out, because she likes to touch me and I hate skinship with people I'm not close to. She makes me squirmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bolero in music fair is out!!! Finally they have the part with Chun's high notes. Changmin's high note is just madness, like how can he keep his face straight singing that? Magnae is scary. And Su is just amazing as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Guh3_69bvNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Guh3_69bvNc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So smacking awesome right? I thought Joong wouldn't be able to hold his notes cuz he's always straining his voice, but WOW. GOGO DONGBANG!!!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min just cut his hair.(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-445410538734397549?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/445410538734397549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=445410538734397549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/445410538734397549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/445410538734397549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-my-second-post-today-only.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3757572129086748392</id><published>2009-02-07T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:49:59.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am severely sunburnt at the cheeks, my ears are ringing some weird noise, I sound like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write down what we did because I have a tendency to summarise until whatever interesting things we do will sound so boring. But anyway we had so much fun, we have the bestest OGLs, I met so many new people. I want orientation to last forever but then again if that happens then my voice will never come back, and then I'll sound like a boy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod I'm starting to rant again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to just write random stuff because I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to old FT. Island songs and they're making me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Coolktime hasn't replied me yet I want to stab something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tune my guitar tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the same cg as sereneBJ.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get over something I just fell into. Shit I sound like some sick emo kid bleah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to catch up BOF tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;There's introductory training on wednesday(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be food outing in March with my favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;I've become tanner because of orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream outing with ZH soon!&lt;br /&gt;There's Musicbank tmrw yayums!&lt;br /&gt;I've removed Joong's Insa because it sounds like a suicide song wth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3757572129086748392?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3757572129086748392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3757572129086748392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3757572129086748392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3757572129086748392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-severely-sunburnt-at-cheeks-my.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-863313978565436790</id><published>2009-02-04T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:26:04.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After only 3 days of orientation, I'm totally shagged.&lt;br /&gt;Partially because these days I hardly even get 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the cheers and mass dances and mass games(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll try to sleep earlier. I'll try to stop sleeping at unearthly hours.&lt;br /&gt;Because my eyelids are malfunctioning and I'm getting a little bit slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I had flour on my pants but it's okay cuz I laughed alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was so smiley because...HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I wna see ... tmrw(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;makes me so smiley smiley smiley&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298947802016790386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SYmk826MN3I/AAAAAAAABhU/VBj07-sWi2g/s400/ScreenHunter_013-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;hello min!!! (:(:(:(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-863313978565436790?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/863313978565436790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=863313978565436790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/863313978565436790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/863313978565436790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-only-3-days-of-orientation-im.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SYmk826MN3I/AAAAAAAABhU/VBj07-sWi2g/s72-c/ScreenHunter_013-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-5491671324416513338</id><published>2009-02-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:31:25.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was sleepy and anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;No, actually I was anti-social because I was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on soompi.&lt;br /&gt;But then after I wasn't that sleepy anymore, I wasn't as moody.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt;sleepy, pictures from CNY and celebration at serene's will be up another day.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile since my eyes are still open, partially, soompi is an appealing option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to tmrw actually, if I'm not sleepy and moody.&lt;br /&gt;There's amazing race!!!&lt;br /&gt;Which will actually be fun if I don't get lost somewhere (chua chu kang incident *shudders*)&lt;br /&gt;and also because of...&gt;&lt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5491671324416513338?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5491671324416513338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5491671324416513338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5491671324416513338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5491671324416513338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-was-sleepy-and-anti-social.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-7647143160516927290</id><published>2009-01-29T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:56:22.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's fifty-two minutes past seven and I'm sitting infront of my lappy slurping on Marigold non-fat strawberry yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH~ I'm enjoying every bit of my life now,&lt;br /&gt;no need to stand for 8 hours straight,&lt;br /&gt;no need to smile at people I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;no need to smile when I feel like stabbing customers,&lt;br /&gt;no need to be friendly to people I don't wna be friendly to,&lt;br /&gt;no need to wear ugly uniform,&lt;br /&gt;no need to eat 2 meals a day,&lt;br /&gt;no need to breathe in stinky Robinsons air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-7647143160516927290?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7647143160516927290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=7647143160516927290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7647143160516927290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/7647143160516927290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-fifty-two-minutes-past-seven-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-1448848352689727681</id><published>2009-01-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:03:08.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone ever die of eating too much? Like maybe their stomachs exploding into pieces of crap or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda overstuffed myself with food today.&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of light eating, I ruined my routine.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I'll to go to school like an overstuffed whale.&lt;br /&gt;dammit dammit dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can wake up tmrw for the morning jog ans since my work is over I'll jog every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently addicted to: pepero, GEE, Junsu's eye smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1448848352689727681?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1448848352689727681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1448848352689727681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1448848352689727681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1448848352689727681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-anyone-ever-die-of-eating-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-8256610863485952732</id><published>2009-01-25T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:29:03.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HlociguI/AAAAAAAABhE/az65nQRbWnM/s1600-h/b1936f3e78c589f255e7231a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467448695423714" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1Hj0ZkJ5I/AAAAAAAABg0/aavefB46ERg/s400/b355d13cfc10231ebba1671a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HjyC2uDI/AAAAAAAABgs/8SOZXZZZOY0/s1600-h/f062b937950f8b2f0b55a91b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467416912312370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HjyC2uDI/AAAAAAAABgs/8SOZXZZZOY0/s400/f062b937950f8b2f0b55a91b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1Hj9TKjVI/AAAAAAAABgk/bQimQOZasYA/s1600-h/2919c9d77fb46c3106088b1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467419933510994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1Hj9TKjVI/AAAAAAAABgk/bQimQOZasYA/s400/2919c9d77fb46c3106088b1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM JAEJOONG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWruCpqI/AAAAAAAABgc/MAg6ukcXXn4/s1600-h/c4d7d4dc664b30f177c63838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467191876101794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWruCpqI/AAAAAAAABgc/MAg6ukcXXn4/s400/c4d7d4dc664b30f177c63838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWTcxArI/AAAAAAAABgU/Nu9ILHapiqk/s1600-h/aa1a2b4d142b79e7d62afc42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467185361191602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWTcxArI/AAAAAAAABgU/Nu9ILHapiqk/s400/aa1a2b4d142b79e7d62afc42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWdJhjYI/AAAAAAAABgM/mxdazFH2aNY/s1600-h/6c17d1ff087f1c2f5d600838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467187964841346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWdJhjYI/AAAAAAAABgM/mxdazFH2aNY/s400/6c17d1ff087f1c2f5d600838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWYFpMtI/AAAAAAAABf8/TaOz4-HchOg/s1600-h/33ec3df2e4eeddd50b46e042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467186606387922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HWYFpMtI/AAAAAAAABf8/TaOz4-HchOg/s400/33ec3df2e4eeddd50b46e042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that S.m has released its reigns, you can continue being to ultra dork you are. Continue writing your beautiful songs and remixing your songs in trot, buddhist or whatever makes me laugh. Cook nice food for our food machine Changminnie, make sure he doesn't starve. Please put on some weight you bag of sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YUNJAE FTW!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay healthy Joong(:&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-8256610863485952732?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8256610863485952732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=8256610863485952732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8256610863485952732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8256610863485952732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-4-3-2-1-happy-birthday-kim-jaejoong.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SX1HlociguI/AAAAAAAABhE/az65nQRbWnM/s72-c/b1936f3e78c589f255e7231a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-68347146722710453</id><published>2009-01-21T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:41:35.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Food outing with my favourite girls at the airport! (My favourite place)&lt;br /&gt;I was late, like always. But this time, I was more than an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;Sakae Teppanyaki. talking. laughing around. bangkit&amp;amp;niangao jokes. FOOD. playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9thMbMdI/AAAAAAAABfY/K4S5D6aGd6g/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767739211198930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9thMbMdI/AAAAAAAABfY/K4S5D6aGd6g/s400/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9tTtPOMI/AAAAAAAABfQ/U-RTmjNELvU/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767735590729922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9tTtPOMI/AAAAAAAABfQ/U-RTmjNELvU/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9tPNQ4uI/AAAAAAAABfI/YyRsnQxgQbM/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767734382879458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9tPNQ4uI/AAAAAAAABfI/YyRsnQxgQbM/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9soKvjyI/AAAAAAAABfA/_C6lrMHriyk/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767723903323938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9soKvjyI/AAAAAAAABfA/_C6lrMHriyk/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9sdn9V1I/AAAAAAAABe4/rXbIXNECgio/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767721073071954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9sdn9V1I/AAAAAAAABe4/rXbIXNECgio/s400/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking forward to our annual Vienna buffet. Eat a whole crayfish species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, today I realised the level of my stupidity, and how my sense of direction is f9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had to collect this bag I bought online, and the girl lives ALL the way in Chua Chu Kang. So to prevent my lateness from acting up again, I left Changi at 4 so that I'll meet her on the dot at 6.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what, Chua Chu Kang has freaking LRT. The damn thing made me lost FOUR times when I tried to go to Seexuan's house. So imagine me looking at the direction board really carefully, scrutinising every freaking detail. And what happens? I took the longer route when I could have taken the shorter one. And this is still acceptable, since I'll still end up in the same place anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what? I'm supposed to take the bus for 2 bus stops as the girl instructed me. But NO, I just HAD to miss the goddamn stop and end up sitting through 2 VERY long expressways. Then when I finally found a bus stop so that I can sit back to the other direction, I took the wrong bus, sitting there happily for nearly an hour. Someone kill me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after I finally get back to Chua Chu Kang again to take the LRT, I took the long route again-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then took the bus again, AND GOT OFF THE WRONG STOP AGAIN! Fortunately, I managed to alight from the bus before it entered the expressways again. Then I walked to her house. Actually, saying that I walked is an understatement. I ran there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm never going to travel alone to some place I never been before again. Or if I do, I'll bring along a GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-68347146722710453?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/68347146722710453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=68347146722710453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/68347146722710453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/68347146722710453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-outing-with-my-favourite-girls-at.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SXc9thMbMdI/AAAAAAAABfY/K4S5D6aGd6g/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-2780546875612051922</id><published>2009-01-08T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:14:45.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SWa_R457w_I/AAAAAAAABew/ZP2O_QdCRro/s1600-h/e0079209_494ba54e8a8d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289125126447285234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SWa_R457w_I/AAAAAAAABew/ZP2O_QdCRro/s400/e0079209_494ba54e8a8d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holidays are making me lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I'm going to post up chapter seventeen, but its a week already and I'm only 3quarters done?&lt;br /&gt;Just watched 'Boys over Flowers' and holybanana! Jandi is so cute!!!! And so is Hyunjoong(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stalk mysoju since I don't know when the series airs. BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;tonight, SHINee will be on 100% entertainment, then tmrw they will be on dance battle or something. Then 11th is Dongbang's Bolero live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 is....&lt;br /&gt;results day.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not that nervous. yet.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm kinda expecting dismal results and unflattering numbers on my results slip. So yeah, I don't expect jump-for-joy-for-results kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if the results turn out good,&lt;br /&gt;I can celebrate with MusicBank on the 12th!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Dbsk&lt;br /&gt;-BigBang&lt;br /&gt;-Snsd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYHOLYKIMCHI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2780546875612051922?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2780546875612051922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2780546875612051922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2780546875612051922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2780546875612051922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays-are-making-me-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SWa_R457w_I/AAAAAAAABew/ZP2O_QdCRro/s72-c/e0079209_494ba54e8a8d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-1376081930941501838</id><published>2009-01-07T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:21:54.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from hiatus that I didn't even know I was in!!!&lt;br /&gt;I blame work.&lt;br /&gt;I hate work. I just wna tear my punchcard into ten pieces and throw it at my supervisor's face.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my daily routine is&lt;br /&gt;wakeup-computer for an hour-bathe-work-home-bathe-sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tumbleweeds roll by*&lt;br /&gt;So awesome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan now is to tell my supervisor after I get back results, that the new school has earlier orientation! Then I won't have to waste my life away at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SBS was being a total bitch and didn't allow me to stream any videos, so I had to watch gayo daejun on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSFztpxmt8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSFztpxmt8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, almost fell of the chair at the last part.&lt;br /&gt;JOONG'S FREAKING TATTOO!!!! (breathes into paperbag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to bolero, gummy candy, milktea, and Changmin's mismatch eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's random, none of your business, but I just wanted to let you know(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1376081930941501838?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1376081930941501838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1376081930941501838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1376081930941501838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1376081930941501838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-hiatus-that-i-didnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-6462960932482960118</id><published>2008-12-01T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:40:35.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/STPVqZCmFzI/AAAAAAAABeo/UTHy6i6JxwY/s1600-h/Photo035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274794512833976114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/STPVqZCmFzI/AAAAAAAABeo/UTHy6i6JxwY/s400/Photo035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/STPVqLKpgCI/AAAAAAAABeg/EvnInNs0tz0/s1600-h/Photo034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274794509109657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/STPVqLKpgCI/AAAAAAAABeg/EvnInNs0tz0/s400/Photo034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitex is over baby!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days and I'm shag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just tmd give me my money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was fun becuz the working partners were hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going off later for Isetan briefing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting up with Fion tmrw to collect the albums then watching it at my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday off to the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay lovelovelove you muchly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-6462960932482960118?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6462960932482960118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=6462960932482960118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6462960932482960118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/6462960932482960118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/sitex-is-over-baby-4-days-and-im-shag.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/STPVqZCmFzI/AAAAAAAABeo/UTHy6i6JxwY/s72-c/Photo035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-891802289834484120</id><published>2008-11-26T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:29:23.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the airport!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so maybe you haven't heard about my love for airports...&lt;br /&gt;but now you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Fion and Xenia.&lt;br /&gt;Smelly Fion was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t1-&gt;t2-&gt;t3&lt;br /&gt;and then back to t1 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw's work at it fair!&lt;br /&gt;Im going to own the commision wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-891802289834484120?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/891802289834484120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=891802289834484120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/891802289834484120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/891802289834484120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-to-airport-so-maybe-you-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-5792082469511517422</id><published>2008-11-23T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:50:04.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you hear my limps cracking as I'm sitting down here painfully typing this post away.&lt;br /&gt;6km jog in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I am deader then you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, another 6 tmrw morning, then will be heading off for job briefing.&lt;br /&gt;The onigiri I made for lunch was so freaking awesome. WANT SOME?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-5792082469511517422?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5792082469511517422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=5792082469511517422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5792082469511517422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/5792082469511517422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-hear-my-limps-cracking-as-im.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-3223645192422681422</id><published>2008-11-15T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:33:07.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I watched MKMF awards live online!&lt;br /&gt;though the com lagged quite abit, still managed to catch DBSK doing their remixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda disappointed that the boys didn't get the daesung for best artist.&lt;br /&gt;But big bang isn't bad either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell dont mind me&lt;br /&gt;Im just going to sulk away in a corner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-3223645192422681422?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3223645192422681422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=3223645192422681422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3223645192422681422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/3223645192422681422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/whooooooooooo-i-watched-mkmf-awards.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-2775064598223569336</id><published>2008-11-13T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:03:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;Soompi is down for daily maintennance so I can't post up chapter eleven at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to show some facts about Dbsk (Even some I only found out recently, the rest are old news) which made me fangirl over them. And this will most probably explain the reason why I put up multiple posts dedicated to them. IT'S JUSTIFIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if somehow this post has managed to turn you into a Dbsk fan...I say.. THE MORE THE MERRIER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: those in red are comments from myself MEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taken from MC Mong's "Donggo Dongrak", 10 / 7 / 08.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because of Yoochun I feel safer" - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Junsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's (JaeJoong) someone whom I truly want to continue to be with in the future" - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yoochu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way we are happy now as the 5 of us..Because I'm so happy the way we are now..I was suddenly overcome with fear that this happiness might go away one day" -&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; JaeJoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's (Yunho) always been a friend like that.So I want to continue to rely on him as a friend. He really is the best leader! - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JaeJoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm his hyung, out of pride I havent really thanked him (Changmin). But, here, I'd like to say thanks to him properly" - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yunho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although he (Junsu) might just be joking around, saying something funny, but from that I get comforted. And because of that I get encouraged. Somehow I can rely on him.He's one of the moodmakers that our teams cannot do without" -&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Changmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. During Rising Sun period, Yunho gave his single deck bed to Jaejoong because of Jaejoong's knee injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. During the Rising Sun period, TVXQ won an award, but Jaejoong was not able to turn up because of his injury, so Yunho carried the trophy and said, "&lt;em&gt;This trophy belongs to Jaejoong&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Micky and Changmin once said, "Without Yunho, there would be no TVXQ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Junsu's response towards the "changing member incident": "If one of the members leaves the team, I will not stay in TVXQ anymore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Changmin's response towards the "changing member incident": "If any of us leaves TVXQ, I will surely return to my ordinary high school life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. When TVXQ were asked about "Who is the person of their fate?", they all answered, "The members"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Jaejoong once wrote in his cyworld: "Our friendship is stronger than most people because we talk and breathe in the same room and we eat and sleep in the same place..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. 2004, on Micky's birthday, Yunho said to all their fans, "Please look after our Micky, I can't use words to express myself, MICKY, I LOVE YOU!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. 10 September 2005, during a fan meeting, Changmin was asked by the reporter about what New Year present he would like to receive next year, and he answered, "The only present that I really want now is Jaejoong hyung's knee can get well soon." After Changmin finished, the camera started focusing on Jaejoong. Jaejoong always doesn't like crying, but at that very moment, he lowered his head and tried his best not to let his tears run down his cheeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This totally made my eyes wet. Cuz at that period, Joong was going through a really hard time and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. During a fan meeting, Changmin said, "Only when the five of us are together, are we called TVXQ!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. On August 2005, Yunho carried Junsu to the hospital when Junsu had a high fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. When Jaejoong's knee was injured, Yunho wanted him to rest more, but instead, Jaejoong said to Yunho, "Your stomach is not well, you should be the one hospitalized, not me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. In the X-Man "Of Course" game, Yunho said the Junsu, "Did you know that I love the four of you very much?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Yunho's reason for why he is always the one to take the initiative of taking care of everything regarding all thorny issues and all the awkward matters is, "Because I'm the leader who loves all my members."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. November 2004, there were rumours about LSM replacing Jaejoong with someone else. Micky shed tears in the "I Believe" live performance when he knew about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Yunho's stomach is not well, so Changmin would always write him a reminder note saying, "Don't always forget to eat just because of work." and slip it into his pocket. Junsu would also always remind him, "Eat your food on time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. When Yunho is asked which member he likes the most, he answers first with an "also like". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. At a fan meeting, Micky said, "Not only two years, but even until twenty, two hundred, two thousand years...we always have to be together." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. In April of 2004, when Micky was hospitalized, Micky got angry because Junsu didn't visit him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHA, this totally screams Yoosu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. One time, Junsu wrote "Dong Bang Shin Gi Big Success" on a piece of paper, and then pasted it on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. In 2004, Micky was pranked on some show. A tarot reader gave him a reading and told him that he was going to have very bad luck (of course, it was a lie XD). Jaejoong said, "Your luck is bad, so don't cause trouble for the rest of TVXQ." Micky was very upset. After the show, he ran backstage and was feeling miserable, but then Jaejoong went backstage too and gave him a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. On July 7, 2005, when TVXQ were in Fangshan, Beijing, female reporters were interviewing Jaejoong. He carefully answered the questions and then made eye contact smiled at him and gave a little nod as if to tell him, "Yes, you answered very well." with leader Yunho as if asking him, "Did I answer appropriately?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I smell some Yunjae? Umma is asking Appa wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. One time, when Junsu was pranked as an experiment, Yunho and Jaejoong acted as if there was some serious internal strife going on within the group. Poor Junsu was so scared, he nearly cried. *this show that he really love the members*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. When Yunho was pranked as an experiment, before his four fellow members carried on with the prank, they turned to the camera and said, "Yunho, we love you!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. Jaejoong said that when the five members cannot find their own underwear, they will wear each others'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, this is totally gross. But I bet even if it was the last pair of undies on Earth, no one would take Junsu's. HAHAHA, duck-butt boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26. In 2005, when Micky was celebrating his birthday in Japan, reporters were asking if they prepared any presents for him. Junsu said, "No, we didn't. There is just our sincerity." Yunho said, "I think, this is what makes a true partner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA! EXCUSES!!!!!! Stingy boys&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27. Everybody's appraisals of Jaejoong: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yunho said, "Although sometimes, he can be rather rough, he is actually the one most like a mother. He is the most gentle member."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Junsu said, "He is the most empathic member who cares most about others when they get sick." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yoochun said, "He is a reliable person who will always stand by your side. He is a member of members."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Changmin said, "When you compare him to others of the same age, you cannot imagine... Once you look at him, you get an impression of light and nostalgia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;28. At a fanmeeting, Junsu said, "The members are like my brothers. We are just like a family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;29. Back then, four of the members all want to raise dogs, but because Yoochun is scared of them, they all discarded their ideas of getting a dog. *but now all of them have their own dogs already*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30. In 2006, when it was Yunho and Changmin's birthdays, Jaejoong especially wrote a letter for Yunho. JJ, Micky, and Junsu got two pizzas and JJ lighted candles to put on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;31. In order to make leader Yunho seem taller, Changmin, the actual tallest member, would tend to bend his knees a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWWW. This is magnae's way of showing his love. talk less do more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;32. After Jaejoong's injury, at a fanmeeting, Jaejoong said to the members and fans, "I don't feel any pain. Please do not cry for me! Actually, once I see you guys, I do not feel any pain anymore!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIES! Joong couldn't even stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;33. During an interview, Yunho said, "I hope that no matter how many and how great our difficulties may be, we will always overcome them together. Just as long as the five of us are together, we are most happy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;34. The five of them would throw blankets at each other in their dormitory, play rock paper scissors, and play hide and seek in the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;35. The members said that the five of them have to find some time in the future to go someplace peaceful and quiet, where they can really have fun together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;36. Micky, whose family is in the US said, "Mom is always worried about me living by myself away from home, but because I have the members, I have never felt lonely."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;37. When Yunho was asked what his continuing power is, he answered, "Encouragement of the members."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;38. Jaejoong said that, "When cooking, salt and sunshine are very important, but Yunho is very important too!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;39. Yunho said that if he was not a member of TVXQ, he would have become a fan of Jaejoong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's it...Yunjae is official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40. Yunho said that meeting the four members was the greatest event of his life. He also said that whenever he comes across the word "Promise", he would think about his members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;41. When TVXQ were asked what they most wanted to continue, Yunho answered, "I hope that the members of TVXQ would always continue. Right now, our friendship is already even stronger,very strong. But I hope that in the future, it will definitely grow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Yoochun said, "I hope that the friendship between the members will always remain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Junsu said, "The health of the members is what is most important!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;42. Jaejoong said that if he wanted the presents that fans gave to other members, he can secretly take them. He took someone's shoes, but forgot who they originally belonged to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;43. At a KBS award ceremony, when Yunho and Jaejoong were speaking, Yunho noticed something in Jaejoong's hair and helped him pull it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;44. In the 51st X-Man, when Micky was playing a game with others, it was very awkward. Yunho, who was on a different team from Micky, especially moved over to Micky's team and gave him a pat on the shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;45. Everyday, Yunho would wake up earlier than the other members and patiently wake them all up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;46. Yunho said, "We are the Dong Bang Family. I am the daddy, Jaejoong is the mommy, Changmin is the youngest child, and Junsu and Yoochun are..." at this time, Junsu interrupts with a, "Yoochun is my wife!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aigooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;47. During the Rising Sun period, Jaejoong was injured and had to use crutches. Yunho would always be following behind him and would gently place his hands on JJ's shoulders to prevent him from falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;48. During any member's birthday, the other members would pretend that they do not remember the birthday, but would then hold a surprise party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;49. Sept. 10 2005, at a fanmeeting, because Jaejoong could not stand, they all sat down to sing Hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;50. During the filming of a Samsung camera commercial, Yunho had a backache, so Jaejoong helped him pound his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;51. Before a performance, Jaejoong would help Yunho fix his tie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;52. In March 2005, when they were in China, Jaejoong's tie came off. Yoochun helped him pull it back while Changmin helped him hold the microphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;53. During March 2005, in China, Yoochun used his hands to help pick off the tissue paper that was covering Junsu's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;54. Each time they receive an award, they would always thank "The Members"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;55. 09-04-08 Jaejoong UFO Replies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fan: No matter what, you guys are always five. Even until the end, you guys have to be with Cassiopeia~ ^^ Promise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jaejoong: No matter what, we are always five. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry I made you read through this huge chunk wahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2775064598223569336?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2775064598223569336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2775064598223569336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2775064598223569336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2775064598223569336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/woooo-theres-nothing-to-do-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-1318991524091620923</id><published>2008-11-13T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:04:28.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRv6rriYDJI/AAAAAAAABEc/DQhQ57nn94A/s1600-h/7d003255a31510fe946b87034a5f6cab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268079817468152978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRv6rriYDJI/AAAAAAAABEc/DQhQ57nn94A/s400/7d003255a31510fe946b87034a5f6cab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOOTWOOT!&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe clear fresh air without choking on the fumes of decomposing textbooks, tenyearseries and worksheets that have been decomposing and decaying for the past TWO years. THROW AWAY AH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a Vienna Buffet with dearbj, Lynn, Kaichee, Elva, Fion&lt;br /&gt;I am full&lt;br /&gt;And I think the waitresses hate me because I kept playing with my food.&lt;br /&gt;My fork was stuck in the crayfish...&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH, and tmrw my tuition teacher is treating us to another buffet.&lt;br /&gt;DIE. My digestive system is going to DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seeyou, off to post chapter 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1318991524091620923?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1318991524091620923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1318991524091620923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1318991524091620923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1318991524091620923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/gah-and-tmrw-me-tuition-teacher-is.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRv6rriYDJI/AAAAAAAABEc/DQhQ57nn94A/s72-c/7d003255a31510fe946b87034a5f6cab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-1014073190530841385</id><published>2008-11-09T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:08:38.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just attended the standard chartered briefing with dear BJ yesterday at Republic poly.&lt;br /&gt;The place is just...&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the job is confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;So all we have to do is wait for the reply on what our positions will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that I have thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis many things to do after O levels.&lt;br /&gt;like THE GOURMET TOUR&lt;br /&gt;and reviving my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;and take drastic measures to shed weight&lt;br /&gt;and and and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK YAY WORK!!! (Standard Chartered is onnly 4 days)&lt;br /&gt;I need money to fund my taiwan trip.&lt;br /&gt;I want to work at Toys R Us. I want to wear the Santa Claus hat hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;And I need to hurry up register for Korean 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;and I want to grow taller also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-1014073190530841385?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1014073190530841385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=1014073190530841385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1014073190530841385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/1014073190530841385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-attended-standard-chartered.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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-1607717230122350389.post-8917943298119448670</id><published>2008-11-06T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:39:13.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLzaUZrHCI/AAAAAAAABEU/6h5Tritnnz4/s1600-h/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265538547828071458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLzaUZrHCI/AAAAAAAABEU/6h5Tritnnz4/s400/150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY TO SUPER JUNIOR~!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please always stay thirteen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior starts with Eeteuk and ends with Kyuhyun. STAY THIRTEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm waiting for your third album next year!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lololol, I'm saying this as though they are listening. Omg I'm exploding with fangirlism tmd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gah, anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SAPPHIRE PEARL BLUE BALLOONS ALL THE WAY!!! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ver.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;asting.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;riends make me proud(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLzaFx764I/AAAAAAAABEM/jbgaO5YwmHQ/s1600-h/2qw299k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265538543903304578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLzaFx764I/AAAAAAAABEM/jbgaO5YwmHQ/s400/2qw299k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-8917943298119448670?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8917943298119448670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=8917943298119448670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8917943298119448670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8917943298119448670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-1st-anniversary-to-super-junior.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLzaUZrHCI/AAAAAAAABEU/6h5Tritnnz4/s72-c/150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-8634645459100882249</id><published>2008-11-06T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:18:08.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this sudden urge to study. I can't believe this, and O levels aren't even over yet. Am i going to survive three months of holidays? Ohmytian. I need to faster enroll into the korean class, otherwise vegetating at home will drive me up the wall&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to study physics tmrw to pass time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm going to complete writing chapter eleven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps i'll go jogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or play the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need exams to officially end soon so I can go airport play muaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? Cannot go airport play ah? Chey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if you're sick of seeing Joong's pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265532593744666546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLt_vtkX7I/AAAAAAAABEE/a45XWaA8kTQ/s400/f_IMG200511com_8d3ecec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265532588541325234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLt_cU_r7I/AAAAAAAABD8/l2RX0o5mvpU/s400/c9d78c2338b14547ad34de1qc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265532583658682530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLt_KI4eKI/AAAAAAAABD0/z5gikd675Jc/s400/4COMJP7X5K_205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-8634645459100882249?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8634645459100882249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=8634645459100882249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8634645459100882249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/8634645459100882249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SRLt_vtkX7I/AAAAAAAABEE/a45XWaA8kTQ/s72-c/f_IMG200511com_8d3ecec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-9047876680916487014</id><published>2008-11-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:38:24.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 more weeks, 5 more soulsucking, braincelldamaging, hairwrenching more papers to go!!!! And then I can carefully plan out my gourmet tour with dear BJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with a stupid cold now, the sister is in Australia enjoying her butt off ( YAY she bought me MinMin's hat and Joong's beanie, love her to a million pieces ), did I already tell you how much I want to custom make cambridge voodoo dolls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, other then that my happiness level is still soaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My pri school friend suddenly told me she bought me minmin's chunji hoodie. OMG! i was like wtf are you freaking serious. YAYUMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dad bought me pretty headphones. I didn't need to pay a cent WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dad brought back TONNES of hoodies from korea. OMG SPASM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Dad brought back DBSK's Mirotic album o.o now i have 2 albums~ Am going to sell one, anyone wants? in brand new condition, selling at 27 bucks. Oh, I saw gramaphone selling at 33 bucks, so please buy from me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) DBSK won 1st in Mnet!Countdown three freaking times in a row! WOO THE POWER OF FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) As mentioned above, the sister bought me Minmin's hat and Joong's beanie:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Getting hyperly excited for Vienna buffet!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's a smexy picture of joong to keep my study momentum back on track&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;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263698003420231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SQxpciLLtbI/AAAAAAAABDs/I44xlb2jbFk/s400/normal_hotmicrophoneholding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-9047876680916487014?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9047876680916487014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=9047876680916487014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/9047876680916487014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/9047876680916487014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-all-another-2-more-weeks-5-more.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SQxpciLLtbI/AAAAAAAABDs/I44xlb2jbFk/s72-c/normal_hotmicrophoneholding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-2841714909496492159</id><published>2008-10-19T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:44:02.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown slightly more than 1 hour till Chem P2 starts.&lt;br /&gt;Me? Scared?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;Okay scratch that I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;On the verge on pee-ing on my P.E shorts any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep last night, so hopefully the 2 cans of redbull will prevent me from falling asleep during the paper. I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a fully functioning brain thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need my motivation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SPwLR8MHoYI/AAAAAAAABDk/SPmc72gvGp8/s1600-h/3rdliveselfcamfist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259090867704537474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SPwLR8MHoYI/AAAAAAAABDk/SPmc72gvGp8/s400/3rdliveselfcamfist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;화이팅!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY! Joong cheered for me, I'm so going to kick Chemistry's smelly butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2841714909496492159?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2841714909496492159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2841714909496492159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2841714909496492159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2841714909496492159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/countdown-slightly-more-than-1-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SPwLR8MHoYI/AAAAAAAABDk/SPmc72gvGp8/s72-c/3rdliveselfcamfist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-4911345516025777084</id><published>2008-10-09T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:06:33.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SO4duRjL4II/AAAAAAAABDc/vFgbSxSejos/s1600-h/xcsa1222164851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255170496010117250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SO4duRjL4II/AAAAAAAABDc/vFgbSxSejos/s400/xcsa1222164851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;The dork who can't put down his pink PSP for 1 second.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry nobody's going to steal it from you LOLOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4911345516025777084?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4911345516025777084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4911345516025777084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4911345516025777084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4911345516025777084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahahahahahahaha-dork-who-cant-put-down.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SO4duRjL4II/AAAAAAAABDc/vFgbSxSejos/s72-c/xcsa1222164851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-2569695297058947795</id><published>2008-10-09T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:37:45.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do after O lvls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Update fic every week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Learn how to understand korean and improve on writing korean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Collect my Mirotic album!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Collect my Super Show DVD!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Rewatch SJFullhouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Rewatch EHB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Rewatch DBSK VOL3 DVD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8) Rewatch Corner with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9) Spazz about DBSK and Suju&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10) Fic collab with Winston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11) Food Binge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12) Make Suju Tees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13) Read fics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14) Watch fancams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15) LOSE WEIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16) Come up with Taiwan shopping list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17) Sleep for 12 hours straight and plant my butt infront of the TV for the whole day doing nothing but cartoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18) Worry about results-_-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255161925461696930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SO4V7ZxNYaI/AAAAAAAABDU/__gtCWizRsM/s400/1222529910_77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND MIN I LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-2569695297058947795?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2569695297058947795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=2569695297058947795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2569695297058947795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/2569695297058947795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-to-do-after-o-lvls-1-update-fic.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BozrLz4Ah40/SO4V7ZxNYaI/AAAAAAAABDU/__gtCWizRsM/s72-c/1222529910_77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1607717230122350389.post-4226968087924278719</id><published>2008-09-24T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:49:38.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE GODS ARE REALLY BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILz5s0TQm8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILz5s0TQm8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAZZES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just preordered DBSK's Mirotic album+60page photobook+limited poster&lt;br /&gt;Just preordered Super Junior's Super Show DVD+50page photobook+ limited poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A HAPPY FANGIRL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1607717230122350389-4226968087924278719?l=next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4226968087924278719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1607717230122350389&amp;postID=4226968087924278719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4226968087924278719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1607717230122350389/posts/default/4226968087924278719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://next-toheartbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-out-its-out-its-out-gods-are-really.html' title=''/><author><name>zHuJuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866676480128471129</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>
