<?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-12612352</id><updated>2011-11-22T18:48:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucid psychosis | the naive optimist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-7345958519627364180</id><published>2007-09-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:05:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Heh, so I haven't been blogging in awhile but I'm back. I love this url too much to get rid of it for good even though I don't blog much. Speaking of urls, my apologies to those who encountered a porn site while trying to view my portfolio, the url died (it was free internet hosting) and it was forwarded to a porn site.&lt;/p&gt;
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So project 3 is over. But there's final year project coming up. It's dreadful yet exciting because it's the last academic project I'm going to do in a long long time and it's also the biggest, most important project.&lt;/p&gt;
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I'm graduating in approximately 5 months. It is extremely scary and nervewrecking to think that life would go down a dark and uncertain path from then on. I know I should be more optimistic. But I simply can't help it after seeing what I've seen during SIP.&lt;/p&gt;
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Why is Stage6 always down when I wanna watch videos and when I need to sleep it decides to go back up but load really slowly. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-7345958519627364180?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/7345958519627364180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=7345958519627364180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/7345958519627364180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/7345958519627364180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7345958519627364180' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-6343619205894539723</id><published>2007-05-07T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:27:03.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
While everyone was busy having a fantastic life, I spent my time arguing about staircases with my boyfriend over the phone. Yes, staircases again. I remembered we argued about staircases before, back in ADT class.&lt;/p&gt;

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Internship is getting better, now that I'm working under Anne. She seems to be really pleased with my work and she is always asking me not to do my work so fast. Although I'm already going at my slowest rate.&lt;/p&gt;

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13th of May. That's THE DAY I'm getting my phone. Everything is set already. Have my Fabrix Case and my MicroSD card ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-6343619205894539723?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/6343619205894539723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=6343619205894539723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/6343619205894539723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/6343619205894539723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6343619205894539723' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-2678576323434962340</id><published>2007-04-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:03:52.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
23 more days to my new phone! :) I can't wait. Because on the week I'm getting my new phone is also the sixth week of SIP. Every day I get closer to the end.&lt;/p&gt;

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I don't get how everyone is enjoying themselves and I'm going through hell. I should write a book entitled "Being in the company of bitches: an intern's story". I feel like telling them, "Hey when you pay peanuts you get monkeys."&lt;/p&gt;

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Had a great time today. Except for the lousy thin crust pizza which should only be eaten by people who wanna keep thin. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-2678576323434962340?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2678576323434962340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=2678576323434962340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/2678576323434962340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/2678576323434962340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2678576323434962340' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-117536311107477419</id><published>2007-04-01T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:45:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I have decided. I'm getting the w810 (pronounced double-you-eight-one-oh). :) It's going to be my new baby around mid-may, when my contract ends. I'm so excited, I'm even more excited then I was when the 6th Harry Potter Book came out. I've started shopping for a case for it already. &lt;a href="http://www.fabrixcases.com/sg/store/index.html"&gt;Fabrix Cases&lt;/a&gt; has absolutely gorgeous ones. And I have been collecting a rather healthy amount of Java Games to be installed on my new phone!&lt;/p&gt;

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Robot doesn't appreciate the beauty of Java Games, he only likes his TV and Zs. Robot keeps lamenting how I've become obssessed and that one day I will stop designing and run a handphone shop. Haha. Poor Robot, thinking so much all the time.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;em&gt;I want you to know you make me happy&lt;br&gt;
I want you to know you make me sad&lt;br&gt;
I want you to know you make me happy&lt;br&gt;
You're the best that I've ever had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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Thinking of Korea makes me sad.

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Not only has Min Jun become my twin, she is now my older sister. Can you believe it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-117536311107477419?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/117536311107477419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=117536311107477419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/117536311107477419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/117536311107477419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#117536311107477419' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-117510355333472729</id><published>2007-03-29T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:45:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I didn't know you missed me that much. You're so cute sometimes, counting down the minutes till we meet.&lt;/p&gt;

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Here is a post dedicated to you darling James. Because you've been asking me to update my blog. Why I must do so, I don't quite understand. But I always listen to what you ask me to do, and that makes me a good girl. :) Haha.&lt;/p&gt;

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No matter how angry or sad or hurt you make me, I will still love you. I know you have your bad moments but you have your good moments too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-117510355333472729?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/117510355333472729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=117510355333472729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/117510355333472729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/117510355333472729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117510355333472729' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114908529579146161</id><published>2006-05-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:26:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
All hail the Singapore Sale! The greedy, lustful being within me is almost taking over. I can't stop daydreaming about the stuff I want my mom to get me. So here's my wishlist (I'm lucky if i can even get half of these stuff):&lt;/p&gt;

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1. A wrap dress (I want!)&lt;br&gt;
2. A sleeveless shirtdress&lt;br&gt;
3. A white embroided spaghetti top&lt;br&gt;
4. A brown halter (the one I had spoilt)&lt;br&gt;
5. Army green shorts&lt;br&gt;
6. Knee-length wrap skirt (in brown or white preferably. my two fav colours)&lt;br&gt;
7. Chunky white plastic beaded necklace&lt;br&gt;
8. Silver pearl necklace which is attached with a ribbon&lt;br&gt;
9. White crystal braclet&lt;br&gt;
10. Thin knotted belt (leather or with hanging shells)&lt;br&gt;
11. Ballet pumps, unadorned and in a solid colour&lt;br&gt;
12. Black pointy pumps&lt;br&gt;
13. Olive and brown eyeshadow&lt;br&gt;
14. Skincare set for Darling&lt;br&gt;
15. Fitted blazer&lt;/p&gt;

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Gosh a long list huh? It'll all cost approximately $700! And that's only an estimate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114908529579146161?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114908529579146161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114908529579146161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114908529579146161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114908529579146161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114908529579146161' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114688661482754804</id><published>2006-05-06T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:07:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Realised my blog was rather depressing and everything so I'm putting up lots of happy photos!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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That's my cat, tigger, he's trying to scare me by popping out behind the keyboard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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When he was a few weeks old. KAWAII!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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Our Space and Form models. Ordering a nine square grid. I remember how we got our lecturer, KK, into so much trouble for illegally using the lighting studio.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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The canaries. Can you guess whose hands are whose?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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The canaries ages ago. Me, Peiling and James. During a sketching session.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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Peiling, her royal nun-ness. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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My ugly haircut eons ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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SCREAM!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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That is me. The uber-goddess. On the trip home from malaysia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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Christmas Tree, oh christmas tree. Took this for Visual Merchandising. It was a lovely Christmas tree. Black and gold.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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Just some of my photography work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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Bare feet, in the canteen. I couldn't resist taking a sneak shot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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I LOVE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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All images shown above are my original work and are copyright. Should you wish to use them for a legitimate, non-profit purposes, do email me for written permission stating the your name, purpose of use and which photographs you wish to use. Any unauthorized use is an infringement of copyright and can lead to legal action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114688661482754804?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114688661482754804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114688661482754804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114688661482754804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114688661482754804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114688661482754804' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114400221014047264</id><published>2006-04-03T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:23:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
It's pathetic how I'm still hoping for you to show me how much you love me. It's shameless how I'm still clinging on to the hope that there is a proper explanation to everything that has happened. And even if there isn't, that you are planning to shower me with apologies and right all this wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
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I should have trusted my own judgement, I believed someone I barely even knew. When I knew you so well, and I knew you would never lie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Lord, I ask for your help because I'm unable to help myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114400221014047264?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114400221014047264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114400221014047264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114400221014047264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114400221014047264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114400221014047264' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114398320556026986</id><published>2006-04-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:08:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
My darlings &lt;b&gt;Foo Hua&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Xin Lei&lt;/b&gt; are back from Shanghai. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;
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I'm moving on. You are probably reading this blog thinking, did I manage to do it? Did I manage to ruin her life? Too bad, you didn't. You may have lied, cheated and hurt me a whole lot. But I'm gonna stand strong and look forward.&lt;/p&gt;
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Orchard Road is very alive at night. And I'm not referring to the 8-9pm kind of night. More like the 1-2am kind of night. Went to watch Russian Dolls with &lt;b&gt;Elroy&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Peiling&lt;/b&gt; last night. Three words: Silly French Film. You decide whether you wanna watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114398320556026986?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114398320556026986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114398320556026986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114398320556026986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114398320556026986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114398320556026986' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114371989683616242</id><published>2006-03-30T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:01:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
It came back.&lt;/p&gt;
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My depression came back today. It was so sudden and even worse than before. I just wish all this pain and grief would engulf me and take my life away, just like how it is sucking my happiness out of me now.&lt;/p&gt;
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Create new dreams. Easy for you to say. You never had any dreams taken from you or destroyed by the people you loved.&lt;/p&gt;
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I want to cry but it just feels too tiring to do so. I just wanna sleep. And hope I will die in my sleep. Then I will finally find peace. I will finally be away from all these earthly concerns. No one will miss me anyway. I am a burden and nothing more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114371989683616242?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114371989683616242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114371989683616242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114371989683616242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114371989683616242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114371989683616242' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114354997628661393</id><published>2006-03-28T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:46:16.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
My darlings &lt;b&gt;Foo Hua&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Shing Lei&lt;/b&gt; are in Shanghai now. Miss them so blardy much! I sent them off on Sunday and met up with my ex to talk things out. He contacted me during the chalet and even turned up. He just kept going on about how he wanted me back.&lt;/p&gt;
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At the airport, we clarified some things. Like, for example, he DIDN'T cheat on me. Apparently Jessica the witch made everything up. I even saw some smses which are proof of that. And I didn't know what to say. After telling all the IAD peeps how he cheated on me, how am I going to clear his name?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Aini&lt;/b&gt; had been right all along. It was a misunderstanding and I should have cleared it up before it manifested into something like this. I was not the only one who was duped. So was he. Jessica didn't tell him alot of stuff that happened between she and me.&lt;/p&gt;
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And now the million dollar question is: Are we getting back together? Honestly, I don't know. I'm so confused. I don't even know whether I should believe him or Jessica. In my mind, he's still the mean awful person who cheated on me and hurt me. I cannot erase the impression of him Jessica has imprinted on my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114354997628661393?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114354997628661393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114354997628661393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114354997628661393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114354997628661393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114354997628661393' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114316931851574388</id><published>2006-03-24T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:01:58.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Some people have no shame. My ex called and messaged me the whole blardy day yesterday. Like wtf is his problem? Can he just leave me alone? So I called him up and the conversation went like that:&lt;/p&gt;
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Me: If you called to gloat about Jessica, and how you are so happy together, I think you are so extremely immature&lt;br&gt;
Him: No it's not that...&lt;br&gt;
Me: Then what is it?&lt;br&gt;
Him: Hold on, hold on&lt;br&gt;
Me: Hurry up! I don't have all day you know.&lt;br&gt;
Him: It just that I've realised what I did...&lt;br&gt;
Me: Well, it's a bit too late to realise don't you think?&lt;br&gt;
Him: Yar, I see that now. I just called to say...&lt;br&gt;
Me: You should have realised that before you started calling me the whole day and irritating and annoying me.&lt;br&gt;
Him: Well, since I irritate and annoy you, I have nothing to say already.&lt;br&gt;
Me: Good! Bye.&lt;/p&gt;
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A complete jerk don't you think? Anyway it's &lt;b&gt;Elroy's&lt;/b&gt; Birthday today:&lt;br&gt;
HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;b&gt;ELROY&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114316931851574388?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114316931851574388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114316931851574388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114316931851574388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114316931851574388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114316931851574388' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114304403578888393</id><published>2006-03-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:13:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
We celebrated &lt;b&gt;Huiyu's&lt;/b&gt; Birthday today. Went to Fuji Ice Palace at Jurong to ice-skate. And K-box-ing after. It really was very fun. I don't think I ever had so much fun all my life. Since the well-known tragedy that is. I'm so tired, I can't blog further.&lt;/p&gt;
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;b&gt;HUIYU&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;He's so perfect and he was there all along. Why didn't I see him from the start?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114304403578888393?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114304403578888393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114304403578888393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114304403578888393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114304403578888393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114304403578888393' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114287608287049260</id><published>2006-03-21T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:38:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
It is strange when you stumble onto little evidences that love exists and it makes you feel so light and happy, even though it is not happening to you.&lt;/p&gt;
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Just a little shoutout to &lt;b&gt;Foo Hua&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Xin Lei&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;
HAVE A GOOD, SAFE TRIP TO SHANGHAI!&lt;br&gt;
I'll miss you both dearly. Sniff.&lt;/p&gt;
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My 12-year-old cousin, &lt;b&gt;Sze Min&lt;/b&gt;, will be jamming at suntec. I think he is part of the Superband show on Channel U. I'm so proud of him! And he told me his band's drummer is only 5-years-old. Must be a child prodigy. Anyway, &lt;b&gt;Sze Min&lt;/b&gt; and I were discussing his band's song selections that day, they picked the most obscure rock songs to play. And he only listens to the Eagles and Micheal Learns to Rock. So vintage. So I was introducing him to bands like Sugarcult, Fall Out Boy and Green Day. Boy was he amazed.&lt;/p&gt;
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Here's a little jem of a song I found, Look What You've Done by Jet:&lt;br&gt;
Take my photo off the wall&lt;br&gt;
If it just won't sing for you&lt;br&gt;
'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br&gt;
And there's nothing there for you to prove&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Oh, look what you've done&lt;br&gt;
You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br&gt;
Oh well, it seems like such fun&lt;br&gt;
Until you lose what you had won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Give me back my point of view&lt;br&gt;
'Cause I just can't think for you&lt;br&gt;
I can hardly hear you say&lt;br&gt;
What should I do, well you choose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114287608287049260?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114287608287049260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114287608287049260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114287608287049260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114287608287049260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114287608287049260' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114257656790601955</id><published>2006-03-17T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:44:55.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
It's official, I've broken up with James. At first he was like all "Oh what's the use trying to make it work, why don't we just be two really good friends?" And I couldn't help but agree. Then, 4 days later, I find out he has been cheating on me. Not physically, but he has been calling her and sms-ing her. And that was why he didn't want us to work out in the first place. Of, course, I went beserk like anyone would have. Hate messages, hate phonecalls and finally a cold war.&lt;/p&gt;
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But, I couldn't go on with it. I couldn't hate him anymore. It would be awkward for our neutral friends, it would extremely tiring too. So, I finally forgave him and that's when his potential gilfriend, this strange person named Jessica, calls me and suggests we meet. I agreed, thinking it was just a I-get-to-know-you kind of thing.&lt;/p&gt;
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Stupid me. It was all a plan from the start. That's why Jessica was behaving so extremely odd. She was whining, domineering, demanding and she kept trying to rub it in my face. And the more I thought about it, the more I realise how it has been their awful plan all along. James wanted me to hate him so I would finally leave him alone. That's why he dropped the bomb on me about Jessica. And after he found out that I have forgiven him already, they decided to put Jessica's I'm-so-friendly-to-you plan into place. To make me run far away in the opposite direction.&lt;/p&gt;
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I know, any smart person would have sensed it from the start. I'm way to naive and innocent. Whatever it is, I'm washing my hands clean of him and Jessica The Strange. I will only be friendly with him, but we are in no way friends. It is quite obvious he doesn't want us to be friends at all.&lt;/p&gt;
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One thing I am very grateful of, is that my friends have been supporting me all the way. They have been by my side, listening to me, giving suggestions and opinions. I don't think I could have any better friends in the world. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114257656790601955?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114257656790601955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114257656790601955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114257656790601955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114257656790601955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114257656790601955' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114170214172587306</id><published>2006-03-07T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:29:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
What happens when love dies?&lt;br&gt;
Do we sit around and mourn for what is lost?&lt;br&gt;
Do we go on like nothing ever happened?&lt;br&gt;
What am I to do when I am so alone?&lt;br&gt;
When the pain becomes too much&lt;br&gt;
And the tears have all run dry.&lt;/p&gt;

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I have no idea what went wrong. How pure joy turned into torture. And it is so painful to recall the happy times. To read and re-read my previous entries about him. Yet, they tell me that time will heal the pain. I hope they are right because I have neither the energy nor the tears left to sob and wail.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;em&gt;God, give me strength to stand again. It has been taken from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114170214172587306?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114170214172587306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114170214172587306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114170214172587306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114170214172587306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114170214172587306' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-114000256341057190</id><published>2006-02-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:22:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Long time no blog. It's been a really busy semester. Almost the end now but I'm beyond dead already. Everyone's done with their models but I've just started. Good luck to me.&lt;/p&gt;
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I thought we were alright. I really did. But with valentines' day over everything's changed. I feel like we are just friends who are occasionally intimate with each other. Is there something wrong with me? Am I being paranoid? And, strangely, I feel even more alone than ever before. I feel like there is not one person in this world who will always be there for me when I need them. Not one. Hell, not even half.&lt;/p&gt;
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My heart is so heavy I can't breathe properly. I know he says he loves me but words are cheap. I know I have to end it soon. Let the semester end first. I need him now. Although he is barely there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Disillusionment is like lying on ice and trying to convince yourself it's pleasantly warm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-114000256341057190?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/114000256341057190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=114000256341057190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114000256341057190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/114000256341057190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114000256341057190' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-113587233400165930</id><published>2005-12-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:05:34.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Your apologies, they seem so empty. Your words, they cut so deep. And yet here I am, feeling like a dog, begging for more. Time and time again I ask myself why I put myself through this. And I have yet to find the answer.&lt;/p&gt;
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And now I feel so alone. So lost. You were supposed to be always by my side but Where are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-113587233400165930?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/113587233400165930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=113587233400165930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113587233400165930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113587233400165930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113587233400165930' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-113488579133304656</id><published>2005-12-18T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:03:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I don't know why I say stuff I regret saying later on. Stuff I cannot take back. Just when my world was falling back into place I tore it apart again. The tears, they refuse to stop. They just keep coming. So much so that I wish someone would pull my heart out of me. Then I'll stop feeling all this pain. &lt;/p&gt;
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It was nothing. I swear. And yet somehow I sense you think I am lying.&lt;/p&gt;
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I'm tired. I'm unhappy. And I just want to drop dead. Really, if you could just run a car over my body you would be doing me a huge favour. But why would you want me to feel indebted to you?&lt;/p&gt;
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I thought I found happiness and joy, but it really ws just pain and sorrow. So well masked this time that I accepted it gladly. And, yet, something tells me that i brought this upon myself.&lt;/p&gt;
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You smile and say it's alright and that nothing is wrong. But I know deep down inside you are hurting. And all I can say is that I am truly sorry. I don't know if things can ever go back to that happy, blissful stage but I pray and hope it will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-113488579133304656?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/113488579133304656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=113488579133304656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113488579133304656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113488579133304656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113488579133304656' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-113155195646291049</id><published>2005-11-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:59:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Something from &lt;b&gt;manda's&lt;/b&gt; blog: Pick 10 people (or more) from your friends list, say something anonymous to them. Don't say who it is, and don't reveal them unless they guess.&lt;/p&gt;
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I don't exactly have ten people on my links list so I shall improvise.&lt;/p&gt;
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1. I love you and I never want to lose you but who knows what lies in store for us. All I can do is hope that our dreams and hopes will one day be fulfilled. You make my life so much more meaningful. You can make me smile when I am sad. And you make me laugh when I am utterly depressed. Just hearing your voice in the morning bring more joy and happiness to my day. I always want to be the moon to your sun. I know you will never cheat on me or break my heart. It is just not like you to do something like that. It is because of this knowledge I have entrusted you completely with my heart. I have given it to you and received yours in return. And I will always treasure and cherish this gift which you have bestowed upon me. Every minute I spend with you is worth more than all the riches in the world.&lt;/p&gt;
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2. You have always been there for me. And when I say always I mean ALWAYS. And somehow I feel I have not done enough to thank you. To make you feel appreciated. I guess the only way I can ever repay you is just to be there when you need me to be. And I swear I will. You know I will. But when a situation calls for your dire need for me, it can only be bad. And I don't want anything bad to ever happen to you. I just want you to be happy. I want you to find something to be happy about, or someone to be happy about. I want you to stop worrying about little things which make your palms wrinkled.&lt;/p&gt;
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3. I try very very hard not to make you feel left out. I really really do. But I don't know whether I do not try hard enough or if the situation hopeless. I really want to rewind time when we were so close and school was so carefree. When our only distinguishable characteristic was your talking and my laughter. I hope everything will go back to being the same again. And please do not ever keep anything from me. You need to be open if you want this to work out.&lt;/p&gt;
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4. I sometimes wish that it was orientation again. I guess we were really much closer back then. I barely ever see you in school now. But it still is so easy talking to you. And I hope it always will.&lt;/p&gt;
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5. I guess you have no idea how you have influenced my music and dressing. I just admire everything you do, your fantastic design and photography skills, your uber cool dressing and your friendliness.&lt;/p&gt;
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6. You seem so distant now I feel I do not know you anymore. And to think that we were once really really good friends. Yet, as much as I want to reconcile our friendship I really do think that it is hopeless. There is too great a gap to fill.&lt;/p&gt;
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7. I miss you so much. You were so friendly and welcoming since day one. And it really amazes, until now, that we could get along together.&lt;/p&gt;
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8. I love you, you know I do. But I just don't want to have to keep assuring you that I do. You are very needy and demanding that way. Please just KNOW that I love and stop seeking for reassurance. And when you run into any problems you know I will always help you. That is my role anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
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9. I do wonder where you are right now and how you are doing. You left so suddenly from my life. And I remembered how you helped me through my performances. You were like this pillar of calmness and security. I friendship was so brief, it almost seems unreal. I really do hope you are doing fine now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-113155195646291049?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/113155195646291049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=113155195646291049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113155195646291049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113155195646291049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113155195646291049' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-113063817599116869</id><published>2005-10-30T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:09:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I feel like I am dreaming but I am awake. I feel like I am in heaven but I am alive.&lt;/p&gt;
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You are four more days away from me. It seems like a lifetime. The only thing keeping me sane is the sound of your voice and the words in your messages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-113063817599116869?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/113063817599116869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=113063817599116869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113063817599116869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/113063817599116869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113063817599116869' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112934295915240308</id><published>2005-10-15T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:46:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I realised it must be really scary to watch a horror movie with me. I tend to grab the arms of people around me (people I know of course) at the really scary parts of the movie. &lt;b&gt;Mandee&lt;/b&gt; will definitely second that. Hahaha. Watched The Wig yesterday, it is really scary despite the lack of storyline/plot. It's just the theatrics that make it scary; the music, the images. And not to mention it is really gory. GORE + SHOCK = I CANNOT TAHAN.&lt;/p&gt;
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I like my life now. Working during weekdays and having oozles and doodles of fun during the weekends. It is so much better than poly life; which will unfortunately start in three weeks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I have come so far and so I will plunge, and pray someone will catch me before I hit the ground and shatter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112934295915240308?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112934295915240308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112934295915240308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112934295915240308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112934295915240308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112934295915240308' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112887662621998245</id><published>2005-10-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:50:26.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt; lost her mobile on friday. She was unusually calm about it. Although she said it was something that meant so much to her, she said she didn't feel lost without it. In fact, there was this odd sense freedom. So do I.&lt;/p&gt;
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She took away the rose coloured glasses so I could see after being blind for so long. And I didn't like what I saw. I didn't like who I had become.&lt;/p&gt;
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You pushed me to the edge of that black, dark void of destruction. And you expected me to jump in, crawl out again and worship you. I am trying so hard to search for what I saw before, what was there that made you so beautiful before. And I am having a hard time finding it. It seems to be truly gone.&lt;/p&gt;
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The only thing I weep for is the damnation of your wrecked soul. I will try to salvage it. But your lack of consideration for human emotions has ruined you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;We were meant to live for so much more, but we lost ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112887662621998245?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112887662621998245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112887662621998245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112887662621998245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112887662621998245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112887662621998245' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112645870842585711</id><published>2005-09-12T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:11:48.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Number of movies I've watched this week (DVD + cinema): 10&lt;br&gt;
Average number of hours of sleep I've gotten every night this week: 9&lt;/p&gt;
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Just a few obscene tidbits of infomation which would make all the JC-going students out there turn quite a few shades of green. All the best studying! Tee hee. I am quite evil.&lt;/p&gt;
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Do not watch The Cave. It is a really silly movie. Unless you have spare time and money to spend. Which is pretty much the predicament we poly-students are finding ourselves in with the start of the school holidays and all. Except for the money part. Many of us are broke, most of it spent on meals and material for all those assignments. It used to be fun when EVERYONE had their school holidays together. Now I have to wait for the JC promos to be over then I can truly have fun with my friends. Bummer.&lt;/p&gt;
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Had a rather morbid thought just now. Thought of who would attend my funeral if I died. And if anyone would actually cry. I must be psychotic to be able to even entertain such thoughts&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;sometimes I wonder why I make myself so vulnerable and fragile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112645870842585711?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112645870842585711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112645870842585711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112645870842585711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112645870842585711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645870842585711' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112636914434337734</id><published>2005-09-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:19:04.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I realised my last post was rather misleading. Ah well, I was actually referring to my darling biological sister. Do not be mistaken.&lt;/p&gt;
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Went to cut my hair today and now I've got bangs. However, it doesn't look as nice as would have expected it to be. My &lt;b&gt;mom&lt;/b&gt; said it makes me look blur and dazed. So not flattering. Carl Jr. burgers are good. They are HUMUNGELEPHANTUS. They taste so good and the ingredients are so fresh. Free flow of soft drinks don't hurt either. My only gripe is the price.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Oh and by the way we bumped into Minyu &amp; her scandal ooooh!&lt;/em&gt; -taken from amelia's blog. I dunno I never saw myself as scandalous. Gosh. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;
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Job interview on Monday. Kind of fretting right now. What do I know about SMRT Taxi? Pretty much nothing. Help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112636914434337734?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112636914434337734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112636914434337734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112636914434337734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112636914434337734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112636914434337734' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112625418198288385</id><published>2005-09-09T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:23:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I used to find it rather thereupatic to blog but recently it has become a drag. Want to know why? Beacuse some people who should NOT be reading my blog are reading it. Some snoopy people who do not have their own lives and have chosen to concern themselves with ME. Leave me alone. Go concentrate on making friends instead. That is, if you manage to find anybody who would even want to befriend you.&lt;/p&gt;
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I would have deemed this week as THE party week if not because of today. My &lt;b&gt;mom&lt;/b&gt; just had spoil it all.&lt;/p&gt;
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I'm pissed at everyone right now. They are getting on my nerves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112625418198288385?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112625418198288385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112625418198288385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112625418198288385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112625418198288385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112625418198288385' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112490375842161259</id><published>2005-08-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:18:07.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Do you know how some thought are so happy, you hold on to them for dear life? You don't feel like ever letting them go. And it's these thoughts that help you get through the day. It's these thoughts that drive the black clouds away.&lt;/p&gt;
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Do you know how some song lyrics are so beautiful, and you can just relate to them? As though the composer/lyric writer was going through the exact same thing as you. And that is what makes them extra special.&lt;/p&gt;
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Life is too short to be angry or depressed. We must make the most use of our time and smile. =) One day, we will all find our soul mates. That special person you want to spend the rest of your life with. The person who will always be there for you no matter what. To pick you up when you fall, to wipe your tears when you cry, and to laugh maniacally when you are happy. The person who will share every single little bit of your life; who will always be there to witness your life. That will be the person who completes you. The person who will make sure you will never feel alone again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;If you could see what I see&lt;br&gt;
That you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br&gt;
And if you can feel&lt;br&gt;
The tenderness I feel&lt;br&gt;
You would know&lt;br&gt;
It would be clear&lt;br&gt;
That angels brought me here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112490375842161259?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112490375842161259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112490375842161259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112490375842161259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112490375842161259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112490375842161259' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112480420376118699</id><published>2005-08-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:37:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
It's quite amazing how the little things in life can make it so much easier to get through a day. It can make the sky seem bluer and everyone and everything seem more beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;
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Just one more week, I tell myself. And I am officially free from project/assignment hell. One more week.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Will those three small words come too late?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112480420376118699?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112480420376118699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112480420376118699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112480420376118699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112480420376118699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112480420376118699' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112352013372903948</id><published>2005-08-09T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:55:33.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
HAPPY NATIONAL DAY, SINGAPORE! =) I'm happy also because I have no school tomorrow! Finally a break from all the crazy, demanding assignments. A designer's life is tough I tell you.&lt;/p&gt;
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Today was pretty much a good day. Turned out I didn't need to rush my Autocad assignments, which I would have liked to complete but nevermind. I met up with &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; today! Haven't seen her in ages and I felt so glad to finally see her.&lt;/p&gt;
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Friday was CCN day. Was quite fun although I wish I didn't vonlunteer to tend the t-shirt store. The whole school was quite crowded and swarming with people. And there were scandals flying all around. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;
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Go watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It's so hilarious, I laughed so much I almost had a sore throat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112352013372903948?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112352013372903948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112352013372903948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112352013372903948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112352013372903948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112352013372903948' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112205061739214977</id><published>2005-07-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:45:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
No, I didn't commit voluntary blog-abandonment. It was completely nescessary. I was just too busy to even blog. So much has happened so I guess I'll start from where I left off. Movie with the &lt;b&gt;canaries&lt;/b&gt; was fun. Then there was the IAD bbq on friday which was exhilarating. We were made to stand on the table to introduce ourselves to the seniors who will ask STRANGE questions like: Which guy in IAD do you find the cutest? or Are you straight? Damn funny.&lt;/p&gt;
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All of term break was spent in the studios, completing my assignments. It was crazy. We were almost living in the studios. We ate, drink, laughed and slept there. Had loads of fun crapping around, nonetheless. And although I have only known the &lt;b&gt;canaries&lt;/b&gt; for 9 weeks, I feel like I have known them forever. We have already agreed to start up a design firm together. Our proposal is the absolutely amusing. We are also going to start a radio show together: Five o'clock high. Because &lt;b&gt;james&lt;/b&gt; gets high at five o'clock, on a regularly basis. I have no idea why and I highly doubt there even is a medical explanation for such odd behaviour. Hoho.&lt;/p&gt;
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Wednesday is officially eyecandy day! =)&lt;/p&gt;
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Not looking forward to monday at all. I have not done anthing yet. Dammit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;why do you do what you do to me baby?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112205061739214977?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112205061739214977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112205061739214977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112205061739214977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112205061739214977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112205061739214977' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112067068810023887</id><published>2005-07-07T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:29:41.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Are parents allowed to bitch about their children? Mine do. They have this bitching session every evening about how lazy we are and don't lift a finger to do anything. "You don't need to do much. Just help me a little bit. I'll do the rest." Was that not what you said a few months back? Now it's "They don't even do anything!", "If they don't want to clear their stuff then just don't bother. Don't wash their clothes. Boycott them." and "I don't care about them anymore because they don't bother to do any housework. I used to love them but not anymore." You loved us becaused we did housework? REALLY that's so deep. They are so immature, sometimes I wonder whether they really are my parents.&lt;/p&gt;
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Trying to come up with something for my ComDI presentation tomorrow. I don't want to be dramatic. Neither do I want to be boring. Term break is coming soon. Although I doubt term break will be a break. I'll probably be using term break to complete my assignments.&lt;/p&gt;
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Saturday was fun. I spent the whole day in the studios doing my model with the &lt;b&gt;canaries&lt;/b&gt;. And some of the evening on sketching. We prank-called &lt;b&gt;james&lt;/b&gt; while he was at work. It was damn funny because he completely bought it. I am such a good actress. =) We went loco outside the library while we were sketching. We were singing national day songs, techno songs, cheers and every line which had the word "shit" from Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl. And everytime a aeroplane flew across the school (it was NDP rehearsal that day) we would shout AEROPLANE! and stretch out our arms. HILARIOUS.&lt;/p&gt;
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Monday was model-making and sketching at the studios again. We really REALLY went loco this time. We were singing "I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT" and "THE BOOK IS ON THE TABLE, TABLE, TABLE". We were being extremely silly. Tuesday was pretty much a repeat of Monday. Continuation of singing silly songs. We imagined we were collaborating to open a design firm, fabricated and signed a mock-contract. Damn p-school.&lt;/p&gt;
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Tomorrow is movie with the &lt;b&gt;canaries&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Bestie&lt;/b&gt; won't be there! =( She's to busy attending to her scandals. I just uncovered one just now. Tch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112067068810023887?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112067068810023887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112067068810023887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112067068810023887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112067068810023887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112067068810023887' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-112021934357483378</id><published>2005-07-01T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:07:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Today's colour code was black. We &lt;b&gt;canaries&lt;/b&gt; colour co-ordinate our wardrobe. Tuesday was yallow and Thursday was white. It's like wearing our very own school uniform! Haha. We really SHOULD go back to secondary school. &lt;b&gt;Pei ling&lt;/b&gt; and her significant other were being scandalous today. Hur hur. We talk too much, couldn't get any research done for Lighting Study. We talked right through 2 solid hours!&lt;/p&gt;
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Tomorrow's model-making session with the &lt;b&gt;canaries&lt;/b&gt;. Hope I can come with a well-formulated idea by tonight. My landmark model is really taking a long time to take shape. It looks like some arabian night market now, when it was supposed to be inspired by the Guggenhiem Museum in Bilbao!&lt;/p&gt;
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Today's the first of the month so I should have a new blogskin up but I'll be busy the whole week. Submission datelines and presentation datelines are all coming up nextweek. Sometimes I wonder if tests and exams are better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;this shit is bananas&lt;br&gt;
B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-112021934357483378?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/112021934357483378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=112021934357483378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112021934357483378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/112021934357483378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112021934357483378' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111995843943198301</id><published>2005-06-28T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:36:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I can finally touch the com after two whole days of crazy assignment completion. I am such a procrastinator. Today was &lt;b&gt;CANARY&lt;/b&gt; DAY! =D All &lt;b&gt;the canaries&lt;/b&gt; had to wear yellow today. Or yallow as we like to pronounce it. &lt;b&gt;Canary One&lt;/b&gt; is me, &lt;b&gt;Canary Two&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;peiling&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Canary Three&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;james&lt;/b&gt;. We met up early this morning at the studio to finish up our models. Rushed down just in time for Space and Form class. The yellow must be really eye-catching because there was this big BIG hoo-ha when we paraded in with our models. Hur hur. &lt;b&gt;Canaries&lt;/b&gt; on parade. One of our lecturers, &lt;b&gt;Tony Tan&lt;/b&gt;, said we looked like an association. Haha. This super elite secret society maybe!&lt;/p&gt;
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Just a brief recap of what happened:&lt;br&gt;
Friday - dinner with &lt;b&gt;janny&lt;/b&gt; and her brother&lt;br&gt;
Saturday - NEW HAIRCUT and clubbing at Dempsey Road&lt;br&gt;
Sunday - crazy assignment completion&lt;br&gt;
Monday - lunch with &lt;b&gt;trin&lt;/b&gt; and homework completion in studios with &lt;b&gt;the canaries&lt;/b&gt; till eight&lt;/p&gt;
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Phew! Busy busy busy. So glad that's over! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt; don't you just love &lt;b&gt;the canaries?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111995843943198301?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111995843943198301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111995843943198301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111995843943198301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111995843943198301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111995843943198301' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111953626767072191</id><published>2005-06-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:18:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Despite the crazy workload, I'm really happy in school. I know I'll look back one day and wish to relive my whole poly education again. I've got set meet-up dates for almost the whole week:&lt;/p&gt;
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Monday: Lunch with &lt;b&gt;trin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Wednesday: Out with &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Thursday: Project Completion with classmates&lt;br&gt;
Friday: Lunch with &lt;b&gt;xin lei&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;foo hua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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Yep, busy busy busy. But I'm lovin' it. Hahaha. =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt; this is what dreams are made of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111953626767072191?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111953626767072191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111953626767072191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111953626767072191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111953626767072191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111953626767072191' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111911861991846606</id><published>2005-06-19T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T02:18:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Had lots of fun today. Would have had more fun if all of my homework were completed. Played alot of pool at NSRCC. Picked up a few helpful tips from my uncle who almost went pro. I took all kinds of wacky pictures. =)&lt;/p&gt;
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I've suddenly realised that I've been blogging past midnight for quite a few days. It's not because I'm living this wild-party-girl lifestyle though. It's because by the time I get everything done, it's past midnight.&lt;/p&gt;
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I carelessly misplaced my file. And I didn't realise it until today. I've lost my hand-drawn floor plan and grid for tuesday's lesson which means I'll have to redo it. Darn. I haven't learned anything from wednesday's incident.&lt;/p&gt;
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Here's what I have to complete:&lt;br&gt;
6 different colour scheme palettes&lt;br&gt;
6 different patterns with various colour schemes&lt;br&gt;
2 3-D models made to scale&lt;br&gt;
1 landscape sketch of fullerton&lt;br&gt;
Drawing of school&lt;br&gt;
3 weekly reflections&lt;br&gt;
2 floor plans&lt;br&gt;
1 A-4 grid&lt;br&gt;
1 narrative essay on my shoebox exhibit&lt;br&gt;
1 descriptive essay on my shoebox exhibit&lt;br&gt;
Project development of my shoebox exhibit&lt;br&gt;
Visuals on Architectural/Mood Lighting&lt;/p&gt;
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I'm so screwed I tell you. &lt;b&gt;Lynn&lt;/b&gt;, maybe I shouldn't have gone for that movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111911861991846606?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111911861991846606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111911861991846606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111911861991846606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111911861991846606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111911861991846606' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111902890043981355</id><published>2005-06-18T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T02:18:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Really some people should just stop being childish and KIASU and LEAVE ME ALONE. I disliked him quite a lot already, he better not do anything more to make me hate him. I might just throttle him if anything else sarcastic in nature comes out of that awful mouth. He's just jealous because I excel at Digital Architectural Drafting while he doesn't.&lt;/p&gt;
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Okay, back to happier topics. Had tons of fun shopping with &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;amelia&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;ketsu&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;liang bao&lt;/b&gt;. Although the saliva bubble thing is really ew-ish. And I carelessly left my A3-sized folder in a shop. Thank goodness &lt;b&gt;ketsu&lt;/b&gt; saw it or I would have lost my hand-painted colour chart and a whole stack of expensive cartridge paper. Took lots of photos of the &lt;b&gt;scandalous towsome&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. Even had one shot of them ALMOST kissing. Looked at many pairs of beautiful dunks and helped choose a nice one for &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;. Be happy with your purchase yeah? It looks nice.&lt;/p&gt;
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Thursday was slacking day. And so was today, or yesterday rather, it's past midnight already. I just came back from a movie, Batman Begins. Great show. Probably the best of the Batman movies. And to think I never did like Batman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111902890043981355?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111902890043981355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111902890043981355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111902890043981355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111902890043981355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902890043981355' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111876842413661890</id><published>2005-06-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:00:24.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Today was a happy day. Haha. Even MTPre class was bearable. I'm also happy because I found the song I've been searching since forever: End Of Me by Marion Raven. It sounds so good. Totally groovy.&lt;/p&gt;
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Tomorrow's my first lesson of Art Tuition. Yes, you read right, ART TUITION. I need it because I have no drawing foundation whatsoever. I have a humungous problem sketching interiors and structures when need calls for it. I take hours to come up with a completely misproportioned sketch.&lt;/p&gt;
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Tomorrow's also shopping with &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; and her motley group of friends. =) I love Phantom Of The Opera: The Movie. I have probably played the song, Past the Point Of No Return, over ten times. It's just all Don Juan-ish and Spainish. Nice. I know I said I hated the movie before because the bad singing completely ruined it. But, after careful scrutiny, I've realised that Emmy Rossum (Christine) actually has quite a pretty voice. It doesn't show at first though. The Phantom's singing, however, is absolutely horrendous. The Masquerade segment is epic and grand. Really beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;This is the last of illusions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111876842413661890?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111876842413661890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111876842413661890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111876842413661890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111876842413661890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876842413661890' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111857496694409531</id><published>2005-06-12T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:16:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
My fingers have glue on them but I am still typing. =) Okay, I'm giving up on my Visual Composition homework because it is just hopeless. I did this nice background of blue skies and green meadows using magazine cuttings. When I arranged my tree on it, it got hidden. So I put my tree on a white background. Now I am left with plain blue skies and green meadows. I have NO IDEA what I am going to do with it.&lt;/p&gt;
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Has been a crazy weekend of project completion. Save me, somebody. Anyway, Friday was good except that I was half an hour late for my fist class of the day. Architectural Drafting was challenging. We went at a much faster pace.&lt;/p&gt;
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I look forward to term break. It will be seven full days of bliss, hopefully. Homework calls. Have to find some birds for my blue sky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Eyecandy = YUMMY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111857496694409531?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111857496694409531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111857496694409531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111857496694409531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111857496694409531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111857496694409531' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111833458030977582</id><published>2005-06-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:32:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
My new nickname is &lt;b&gt;ALOHA&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt; Pei ling&lt;/b&gt; gave it to me. Apparently I use the word "hello" very often. For example:&lt;/p&gt;
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"Hello? Why are people blocking the sculpture I want to sketch?"&lt;br&gt;
"Hello? What is this? Why does the Merlion I'm drawing look like a dog?"&lt;/p&gt;
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Had a gala-time today. Started the day with sketching of the Merlion along Singapore River together with &lt;b&gt;Pei ling&lt;/b&gt;. Went surprisingly well. =) But I was supposed to sketch Esplanade Park. Had to change our plans because we were running away from dirty old men. Eeee...&lt;/p&gt;
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ComDI presentation went smoothly. Then went for lunch with &lt;b&gt;Pei ling&lt;/b&gt; and we sketched this sculpture together. Crapped around mostly. Couldn't get much work done. Haha. Her friend &lt;b&gt;tattoo&lt;/b&gt; joined us. No, &lt;b&gt;tattoo&lt;/b&gt; isn't some beng-guy, that is his nickname because his name sounds like &lt;b&gt;tattoo&lt;/b&gt; in chinese. Hur hur. We went to queue up for free concert tickets. But the queue was so long we ended up not getting any. Was fun though. We were doing eh oompsah cheers while queuing. =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You make me wanna lala...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111833458030977582?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111833458030977582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111833458030977582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111833458030977582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111833458030977582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111833458030977582' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111824893480065268</id><published>2005-06-09T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:42:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I am eating watermelon that tastes like cardboard as I type this. Don't ask me why it tastes like that. I really do not know. But my &lt;b&gt;mom&lt;/b&gt; is forcing me to eat it nonetheless. Snowy looks adorable today. =) And I had fun. =)&lt;/p&gt;
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I was supposed to go to Sentosa with &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;amelia&lt;/b&gt; but due to unforseen circumstances I had to pay a trip to the dentist. My gums started swelling up like balloons last night. I later learned that it was because of the awkward placement of my wisdom teeth. After a few painful jabs of local anaesthesia from the thick neddle I am absolutely terrified of and a few gargles of anitseptic rinse, the swelling and pain went away. I joined &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;amelia&lt;/b&gt; for shoppping at Queensway.&lt;/p&gt;
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Had tons of fun. &lt;b&gt;Bestie&lt;/b&gt; was hyperventilating when I tried on this pair of strappy sandals. The kind which has really longgggg straps and you tie it all the way up to your calf. I guess my legs look hot in straps. Hur hur. &lt;b&gt;Amelia&lt;/b&gt; couldn't bear to let go of this skirt she found. And we went earring-crazy at this shop called The Bead Place. Too bad I can't wear anything else except for silver and gold or I would have bought some retro earrings. Bought &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; a friendship band and my &lt;b&gt;sis&lt;/b&gt; a spike-studded bracelet.&lt;/p&gt;
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Had a gala-time at the SAF concert too. My only regret is that I don't know a single eyecandy who performed on stage. As opposed to Wednesday's concert. ^^ &lt;b&gt;Bestie's&lt;/b&gt; friends are WILD. They were jumping into bushes at the road side and throwing their shoes onto the road. Funny but weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111824893480065268?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111824893480065268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111824893480065268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111824893480065268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111824893480065268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824893480065268' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111786082348516324</id><published>2005-06-04T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:56:09.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I really shouldn't be blogging. I have 18 drawings to complete. Design School is stressful. Whoever said poly was slack has obviously never studied in poly.&lt;/p&gt;
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I am feeling really lonely. &lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;sis&lt;/b&gt; are out cycling. And &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; is busy with band and cip. =(&lt;/p&gt;
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I really need to get a sash to complete my outfit for Monday's concert. Problem is I'm running low on funds. Darn. I suddenly remembered I still have Learning Journal and Lighting Study Assignment to complete. Gosh, will I ever get my work done?&lt;/p&gt;
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I like the song "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz. Great song. They used the song for the background music in the Camp Refresh Video so everytime I hear it I get all nostalgic. And I start dancing too. Must be all that JAM &amp; HOP influence.&lt;/p&gt;
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Chalet on Wednesday at Sentosa. More nostalgia. Sentosa was where we had our night trail. Simply memorable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land.&lt;br&gt;
Learn forever hand in hand.&lt;br&gt;
Take it all in on your strde.&lt;br&gt;
It is sticking, falling down.&lt;br&gt;
Love forever love is free.&lt;br&gt;
Let's turn forever you and me.&lt;br&gt;
Windmill, windmill for the land.&lt;br&gt;
Is everybody in?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111786082348516324?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111786082348516324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111786082348516324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111786082348516324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111786082348516324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111786082348516324' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111779493961344517</id><published>2005-06-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T18:35:39.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Today went well. &lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt; was struggling with AutoCad and &lt;b&gt;Alroy&lt;/b&gt; went to her rescue. Haha. I think he likes her.&lt;/p&gt;
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SAF concert on Monday. Hope I got the date right and it will be eyecandy galore like Wednesday's concert. =) Oh there's this new CCA in tp which is called Eyecandyers' Society. The president is &lt;b&gt;Dr Felicia Ang&lt;/b&gt; who has a Master in Eyecandy Philosophy. Members of the society are to do up a weekly report with details like the eyecandy's name and admission number.&lt;/p&gt;
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Haha. JUST KIDDING! The school will never approve of having such a fivolous and bimbotic CCA.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Felicia, you won't kill me for what I wrote right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111779493961344517?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111779493961344517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111779493961344517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111779493961344517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111779493961344517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111779493961344517' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111767971410115112</id><published>2005-06-02T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:35:14.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
It's just the calm after the storm, I tell myself. Another's coming. I can feel it. What happened to the laughter and the joy? Is it lost forever? Everything is falling apart. Everything which was once so perfect. But I'll go on. Like nothing ever happened. Emotionless, indifferent, stoic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111767971410115112?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111767971410115112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111767971410115112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111767971410115112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111767971410115112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111767971410115112' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111764749946225038</id><published>2005-06-01T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:05:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
With all the screaming, shouting and arguing, it really should not come as a surprise what happened today. Whatever it is, I shall just cease to bother. Become stoic and indifferent. Don't let these small, petty things get to me and upset me. "I don't care" shall be my new motto.&lt;/p&gt;
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I am so effing stupid. I still feel extremely dumb and silly now. Somehow, I managed to get the concert date wrong. I received a call from &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; at around 7.20pm this evening and it went something like that:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;: WHERE ARE YOU?!&lt;br&gt;
me: (rather stupidly) At home, why?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;: DO YOU KNOW THE CONCERT STARTS IN TEN MINUTES?!&lt;br&gt;
me: (getting stupider by the second) WHAT? I thought it was on Friday?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;: I sent you many messages saying that it is today.&lt;br&gt;
me: I didn't receive them.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;: It is TODAY.&lt;br&gt;
me: Oh...no wonder...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;: Nevermind, nevermind.&lt;br&gt;
me: I'm so sorry. I REALLY thought it was on Friday.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;: Nevermind...the concert is starting soon. You can't possibly make it on time.&lt;br&gt;
me: Oh...ok...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;: Ok...bye...&lt;br&gt;
me: Bye...&lt;/p&gt;
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Truth is I almost cried after I put down the phone. I was so looking forward to attending the concert with &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt;. Plus what happened earlier on in the day. For a moment it felt like the world was crashing down on me. Then I thought: &lt;em&gt;Get a grip. If you really want to attend the concert, go then. Better late than never. You can arrive during intermission.&lt;/em&gt; So, despite &lt;b&gt;bestie's&lt;/b&gt; protests, I dressed within record time, hopped into a cab and enjoyed the second half of the concert. I so owe you a drink + lunch/dinner, &lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;. Not that buying you a meal and drink will make me any less stupid.&lt;/p&gt;
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Yes, there's a new layout up. A rather experimental one. Thought I'll try something less structured. What do you think? Post your comments on the tagboard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111764749946225038?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111764749946225038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111764749946225038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111764749946225038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111764749946225038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764749946225038' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111753670414775726</id><published>2005-05-31T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:10:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Notice the slight change? I realised that the previous fonts were wayyyy too big. Smaller fonts look more elegant. And I centralised everything so my entries are now easier to read, I hope.&lt;/p&gt;
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More homework assigned today during SpFEx class. More drawing. *tugs on hair* I thought my Visual Compositon (VisCo) assignments were tough, SpFEx is worse. Thank goodness I have SpFEx with &lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt;. She's so funny and without her I would probably be dozing off in class. MTPre lessons were cancelled again today, for the second time. According to the notice, they will conduct make-up lessons next week. Which means, bye bye to next Saturday because EVERYONE has a different schedule and only weekends are free. =(&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Felicia&lt;/b&gt;, don't fret okay? I'm sure you will make friends with some people (or maybe all the people) in your class and lessons won't be so dreadful anymore. Who wouldn't want a Manhunting/Eyecandying-pal? Wahahaha. That was funny, wasn't it? And anyway, your schedule only lasts for this semester. You MIGHT take the same electives as some people you know next sem! =)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Bestie&lt;/b&gt; comes back from camp today! Happy happy joy joy. Glad you liked that sms. Looks like only something like that can jolt you and make you want to spend that five cents to reply. Haha. Kidding...&lt;/p&gt;
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Three more days to Friday. Can't wait. I want to have a moment to forget about my VisCo drawings, SpFEx model-making and ComDI assignments and projects. To just be free from all these stuff for awhile and completely immerse myself in enjoyment. Friday. Three more days. Soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving on a jetplane. Don't know when I'll be back again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111753670414775726?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111753670414775726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111753670414775726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111753670414775726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111753670414775726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111753670414775726' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111745772178434330</id><published>2005-05-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:05:27.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I found &lt;b&gt;Foo Hua&lt;/b&gt; in Colour Class today. I thought I was going into a class full of strangers but seeing her was definitely a relief. We exchanged blog addresses. Finally. You must visit her blog is you happen to drop by. She is an EXTREMELY TALENTED designer. I'm so envious. I have yet to do passable grunge. I'm way too neat. NOT that I'm saying you are messy, &lt;b&gt;Foo Hua&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. You are &lt;b&gt;Friendly Foo Hua&lt;/b&gt; remember? And I'm &lt;b&gt;Modest Min Yu&lt;/b&gt;. Gosh, HILARIOUS.&lt;/p&gt;
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I met a new friend today. This girl named &lt;b&gt;Sara&lt;/b&gt;, she's really nice, softspoken. We spent most of our four and a half hour lunch break chilling at Tampines Mall. I always thought Tampines was ulu-ated and today I was proven wrong again.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Bestie&lt;/b&gt; isn't replying my smses. Must be really busy in camp. Hope she's enjoying herself. Space And Form Exploration (SpFEx) tomorrow. Followed by Media Technique Presentation (MTPre). I'm not sure if I bought the right stuff for SpFEx. Have to check with &lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt; again tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Piling, piling. I'm starting to feel the pressure and it's only the second week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111745772178434330?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111745772178434330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111745772178434330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111745772178434330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111745772178434330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111745772178434330' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111738283788626465</id><published>2005-05-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:07:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I bought a new pair of jeans and two new t-shirts. Don't you just love the Singapore Sale?&lt;/p&gt;
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Dinner was fabulous. Japanese Buffet at Sobasei. Great Japanese Cuisine and eat all you can! Which is alot for me.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you when you were down. I spent the whole of Saturday at the Singapore Art Museum completing the project for that dreadful ComDI class. And today I went for retail therapy. Nevertheless, I have the whole of this Wednesday free and we can just chill. You can tell me everything that has been bothering upsetting you.&lt;/p&gt;
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Can't wait for Friday's concert! Trust my &lt;b&gt;Fairy God-mother&lt;/b&gt; to arrange these magical events. =) THANK YOU.&lt;/p&gt;
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Have to go to sleep now. Can't be late tomorrow. I will be marked as absent. Two absences equal to fail. Bad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I will pray for you but, being a free thinker, I don't really know who or what to pray to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111738283788626465?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111738283788626465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111738283788626465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111738283788626465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111738283788626465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111738283788626465' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111718605366645610</id><published>2005-05-27T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:33:26.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
My current obsession is desktop wallpaper. As &lt;b&gt;Malvolio&lt;/b&gt; noted, I spent 20 whole minutes searching for a single wallpaper that day. I have no idea why I get obsessed. I went through this mobile phone phrase once; I would spent HOURS infront of the pc searching the internet for mobile hone specifications and reviews. And I would yearn to have this phone or that phone. Crazy really.&lt;/p&gt;
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Today's lessons weren't so bad as yesterday. I have all my Friday classes with &lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt; so it's cool. Lighting study was quite fun. We had an out-of-classroom-group-assignment. We were supposed to form groups of 4 or 5 and draw diagrams of different types of light bulbs (or lamps as &lt;b&gt;Perry Ng&lt;/b&gt; insists we call it). &lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;James&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Iskandar&lt;/b&gt; and I formed a group and went to the library to get some info. We were so noisy that the librarian had to keep shushing us. Haha. &lt;b&gt;Iskandar&lt;/b&gt; completed his diagram faster than the rest of us so he started rubbing his drawing to create shadows and said, "Press, press." as he did it. It was so funny we laughed and the librarian shushed us again. From then on we called him &lt;b&gt;Press press&lt;/b&gt;. Though it sounds kinda sick if you don't know what the joke is about.&lt;/p&gt;
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Digital Architectural Drafting is great too. AutoCAD is abit like Adobe Photoshop. =D I lunched with &lt;b&gt;Xin Lei&lt;/b&gt; today. We hung out at the library and went to the TP bookshop to check it out. It seemed more like Mustafa Centre then a bookshop. They were selling EVERYTHING there. Oh and &lt;b&gt;Xin Lei&lt;/b&gt; if you are reading this, I do not like him okay? He is all yours, don't worry. I just find the two of you so cute.&lt;/p&gt;
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I had another one of my Dory-fied, psychotic moments on Tuesday. While our course manager was talking to us, he mentioned the University of New South Wales which is located in Sydney. I had to control myself from blurting, "P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Street Sydney!" I need professional help. Communicating Design Ideas (ComDI) is such an awful subject. And what's more it's a diploma core subject which means I am not allowed to drop it. It's like English + Literature + Life Skills. Ewww...&lt;/p&gt;
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Oh and the update on the camp video: it's going to be released on DVD! Yay! &lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;, you can come over and watch it and laugh all you like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The party's over. It's time to start working again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111718605366645610?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111718605366645610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111718605366645610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111718605366645610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111718605366645610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111718605366645610' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111700992008725512</id><published>2005-05-25T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:43:42.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I love camps. I never thought I would type those very words but I really mean them. Yesterday was a total bore. We had some Director's Briefing Convention consisting of talks, briefs, lesson introductries and blah. The only good thing was that I saw my friends again and made new friends. There's this girl &lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt; who is in the same course as me. And guess what? She was from Mayflower. The strange thing was that I didn't even know. I was hanging out with some people from Indigo at the com lab. We were checking out the camp pictures when she breezed in and introduced herself as Paris Hilton. Gosh, she is so funny. We talked a little and this is how I found out she was from Mayflower.&lt;/p&gt;

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Me: Which Secondary School are you from?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt;: Were do you live?&lt;br&gt;
Me: Bishan area.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt;: Mayflower.&lt;br&gt;
Me: How do you know?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt;: Huh?&lt;br&gt;
Me: How did you guess I was from Mayflower Secondary?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pei Ling&lt;/b&gt;: No, I mean I was from Mayflower Secondary.&lt;br&gt;
Me: No way, so was I!&lt;/p&gt;

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Well, I guess another highlight of the Convention was the screening of the edited Camp Refresh Video. It was almost as fun to watch as to attend the camp itself. I am trying to obtain it so I can stream it for you people to watch. So WATCH THIS SPACE.&lt;/p&gt;

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Meanwhile, check out some photos I compiled: &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/buive/camp_refresh/" target="_blank" onclick="link_popup(this); return false"&gt;Camp Refresh Photo Album&lt;/a&gt;. You can see all the photos here: &lt;a href="http://refresh.adree.net" target="_blank" onclick="link_popup(this); return false"&gt;Official Camp Refresh Photo Album&lt;/a&gt;. A feast for the eyes! =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I just wanna hve fun! For now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111700992008725512?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111700992008725512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111700992008725512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111700992008725512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111700992008725512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111700992008725512' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111674430901581490</id><published>2005-05-22T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:47:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I know, I know, I haven't been updating for a long time. The design orientation camp, the FOC Sentosa outing. They just took up all of my time. I take back what I said about the design school, what I said about the lousy orientation and what I said about non-FOC participants being stoners. It's all UNTRUE! We have the Most Spirited School Award to prove it! =)&lt;/p&gt;
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The conversation I had with some Radon people at Harbourfront's MacDonalds' really brought things back into perspective. We compared our experiences and it seemed that the design school orientation was the most activity-packed. Which school goes to Sentosa for a night trail till 4am? Which school has jam and hop during orientation camp? Which school cheers the Engineering School and SP Business School into silence? None other than Temasek Design School!&lt;/p&gt;
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We truly are one wacky crazy bunch. Or NUTS as one of the GLs would say it. Every single skit during performance night had a drag queen in it. And the drag queens from TDS really go ALL THE WAY. From halter/tube tops to mini skirts, make up, accesories. The works. There were so many drag queens that night, &lt;b&gt;Moses&lt;/b&gt;, the Director of TDS, had to make an announcement the next day about how TDS doesn't condone cross-dressing! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;
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I can't wait for school term to start. I'll be taking interesting subjects like Lighting Study, Space and Form Exploration and Architectural Drafting. And I've just checked with the students' handbook and my subject combination gives me the maximum credit units for the semester. Yay! All I need to do is attend every single lesson and hand up my assignments before the deadlines. I'll be seeing my new found friends on Tuesday. Can't wait. There's this girl, &lt;b&gt;Xin Lei&lt;/b&gt;, whom everyone says we look alike. And I guess we click well because everyone has been asking if we knew each other before. Which we haven't.&lt;/p&gt;
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I starting to love TDS. We have no tests/exams. No textbooks. No fixed classes. We can mix and mingle all we like. And although we are the smallest school in TP, we sure did made ourselves seen and heard during the Temasek Regatta. We screamed at the top of our voices and was probably the only school grooving to the music. Even the School of Engineering, which is 1400 students strong, is no match for us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Response number 5: Sombady's gonna get hurt real bad! Somebady! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111674430901581490?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111674430901581490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111674430901581490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111674430901581490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111674430901581490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111674430901581490' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111625992545511404</id><published>2005-05-16T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:20:43.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I am extremely sad and depressed. I know I shouldn't be so pessimistic but I really can't help it. Today completely sucked. It was so boring I wanted to cry. Everyone was so un-sporting and not outgoing. Everyone refused to cheer.&lt;/p&gt;
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I used to be in Radon, the largest empire. And now I am in Crimson, the smallest sub-empire. Radon used to have 40-50 over group leaders (GLs). Now, we have only 3 GLs to one sub-empire. And they aren't even half as loud as the Rawak GLs. I know they try their best to rally up our group, but there are just too little of them. And instead of the enthusiastic and spontaneous people, I have a groupful of stoners. I know I shouldn't make judgements based on first impressions; they are often inaccurate. But when I compare the first day of camp to the first day of orientation, it is just too much of a contrast to ignore.&lt;/p&gt;
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By the first day of camp, everyone was cheering and singing songs. Today was just a disaster. No one was cheering. Everyone was practically half-asleep. No one attempted to take part in the games properly.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;, I hope you are right. I hope tomorrow will be better.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;em&gt;I want to relive those glorious days. When I was a Radon lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111625992545511404?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111625992545511404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111625992545511404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111625992545511404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111625992545511404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111625992545511404' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111583206778291377</id><published>2005-05-12T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T01:21:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Yes, &lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;, I know you'll go I TOLD YOU SO but I really did have a blast at orientation camp. I have to say TP students are the wackiest and noisest bunch of people I've ever seen. I did the wackiest things I have ever done in the course of the seventeen years of my life. I did the silliest looking mass dance ever (silly in a good way of course), cheered the silliest meaningless cheers at the top of my voice and actually did the holy wave AND THE CHICKY DANCE in front a public bus that stopped at a bus stop. The passengers on it were dumbstruck by our wacky-ness. WHAT A SIGHT TO BEHOLD.&lt;/p&gt;
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Three days ago I would have violently refused to have buckets of water thrown at me, flour poured on me while I was still wet or SWIMMING POOL water splashed at me. I truly am a changed person. =) I have never ever enjoyed myself so much. And the GLs (Group Leaders) are truly amazing. They can be so loud and enthusiastic it's overwhelming.&lt;/p&gt;
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I love mass dancing. I love how you can dance silly-ly and not care at all 'cause everybody else is doing the same dance. I love JAM &amp; HOP too! It is this discotheque-like event, completely with strobe lights and smoke. WOOT! Because it is so dark, you can just groove to the beat however you want. And what rocks is that the GLs told me that TP holds JAM &amp; HOP events regularly. &lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;, you HAVE to come to one and have THE time of your life!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Go, Radon, go! You go! We go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111583206778291377?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111583206778291377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111583206778291377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111583206778291377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111583206778291377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111583206778291377' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111552925759595968</id><published>2005-05-08T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:14:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I have finally understood why &lt;b&gt;Trina&lt;/b&gt; didn't choose to enter JC for the first three months even though her preliminary aggregate was excellent. She didn't want to take on a double-blow. When you graduate from Secondary School, you leave all your friends and memories behind. And when you enter JC, you make new friends and adapt to the new environment. But, after that three months, you have to say goodbye to most of them. Two orientations within a short time frame of three months? Way too emotionally taxing. Not to mention saying goodbye to your friends TWICE. &lt;b&gt;Bestie&lt;/b&gt;, you did a great job surviving that. =)&lt;/p&gt;
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I had always thought that by missing out on the first three months, I was missing out on everything. Sure, I made friends at work but the first three months of orientation sounded so fun! Everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves and made tonnes of friends.&lt;/p&gt;
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I am having mixed feelings about the orientation camp which starts tomorrow. I am excited about it because it's going to be fun. And I will officially be a student of Temasek Design School! How exciting is that? I will be doing the thing I love most: DESIGN.&lt;/p&gt;
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On the other hand, I loathe camps. I am anxious I will not make any friends. And designing and conceptualizing ideas everyday? It's going to be tough. The last inspirational spark lasted six blog layouts (approximately 1 week). By the time I was on to the third layout, I was recycling code! A big no-no for me, I take pride in my painstakingly hand-scripted code. But everyone is happy with their new and unique layouts yeah? And I will have to learn how to draw. DREADFUL. The pen and the computer are my friends but not the pencil. I have a bad relationship with the pencil.&lt;/p&gt;
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Tomorrow, I will try to be friendlier, smile more and talk more. Now for the goodbyes. Goodbye to my lounging lifestyle of television and reading novels-of-frivolity. Goodbye to my nice, comfy bed. I will miss you for 2 nights. Goodbye to my soft, feather-fill pillow. Goodbye to my darling Snowy who wakes me up every morning and greets me at the door the moment I reach home. I hope SOMEONE remembers to feed you, refill your water bowl and feed you fruits.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Pray for me will you? That I will survive this camp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111552925759595968?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111552925759595968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111552925759595968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111552925759595968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111552925759595968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111552925759595968' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111547806149520715</id><published>2005-05-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:28:35.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
Today was a good day. Despite some downs. Went to play pool with &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; and her friends, &lt;b&gt;Sherman&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lb&lt;/b&gt;. And, no, I'm not a closet pool queen. As much as I want to be. I could have done that double port if you didn't distract me with comments about the big-breasted guy. Hahaha. But, seriously, you do play better than me. And &lt;b&gt;Sherman&lt;/b&gt; is a real pro. Not to mention he looks alot like you-know-who. So uncanny. &lt;em&gt;tch&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, and everytime someone called for &lt;b&gt;Sherman&lt;/b&gt; I had to resist saying, "P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Street Sydney." Like The character, Dory, in Finding Nemo. I'm DORY-FIED I tell you. And not to mention PSYCHOTIC.&lt;/p&gt;
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Went shopping with &lt;b&gt;Mj&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Wq&lt;/b&gt; yesterday. And we met &lt;b&gt;Wq&lt;/b&gt;'s friend, &lt;b&gt;Wayne&lt;/b&gt;. No, sorry, I don't like him. The whole world seems to be attempting to matchmake me. First, it was &lt;b&gt;Janny&lt;/b&gt; trying to hook me up with her brother. Then, it's &lt;b&gt;Wq&lt;/b&gt; trying to hook me up with &lt;b&gt;Wanyne&lt;/b&gt;. GAG. Now it's my &lt;b&gt;mom&lt;/b&gt; trying to hook me up with &lt;b&gt;Eric&lt;/b&gt; aka some-guy-I-don't-know-at-all. Anyway, back to the shopping. I bought my &lt;b&gt;mom&lt;/b&gt; perfume and a handsfree headset for Mothers' Day. She likes the perfume alot. But, she already had the headset. Ugh! I had no idea.&lt;/p&gt;
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After shopping, &lt;b&gt;Mj&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Wq&lt;/b&gt; left to attend my brother's passing-out parade. I was left to wait for &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; for ONE AND A HALF HOURS. Okay, I won't make you feel any worse, I know you feel bad enough already. =) I amused myself during that time by shopping for tee-shirts at Far East. It was after awhile I noticed there was this weird guy following me from shop to shop. SCARY. So I whipped out my phone to call &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; and THANK GOD the guy disappeared after that. I was really relieved when she finally arrived. We had a great dinner and I got to meet all the people she told me about.&lt;/p&gt;
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Oh, and I met &lt;b&gt;Ming min&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Eddie&lt;/b&gt; today! &lt;b&gt;Ming min&lt;/b&gt; was with her boyfriend! And the guy was holding on to her waist and when she saw me she tried to detach the guy's arm but to no avail. &lt;b&gt;Eddie&lt;/b&gt; was with his girlfriend too and boy is she gorgeous. She has this flawless porcelain complexion.&lt;/p&gt;
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If I were a closet anything, it would have to be closet jazz singer. Really. Because everyone thinks I just sing classical but I think I can handle jazz. &lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;, you are a CLOSET POOL CHAMPION/TAI TAI. You completely trashed me at the first and last game. I was putting effort into playing, not giving you chance as you think. It's true.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I wanna fall from the stars, straight into your arms...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111547806149520715?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111547806149520715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111547806149520715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111547806149520715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111547806149520715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111547806149520715' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111522010487143536</id><published>2005-05-05T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T18:58:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
I gave some thought to what you told me, &lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;, and here's what I figured.
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Firstly, I think this &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; guy could have mis-interpreted &lt;b&gt;J's&lt;/b&gt; words. Perhaps &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt; could have been joking but &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; took it seriously. I really don't think that &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt; meant those words to be malicious. Anyway, anyone who lives by rumors and gossip is a very shallow person. You can't judge another person by what you have heard of them. It's stupid. Really. So you didn't need worry about your reputation.&lt;/p&gt;
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You have so many friends around you. I'm sure you will survive JC. You have &lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Joce&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jx&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lb&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;, from what I gather, looks very fierce and that will keep the bitchy girls at bay. &lt;b&gt;Joce&lt;/b&gt;, from what you told me, will make any hot-blooded guy swoon and that will keep the bitchy guys at bay. &lt;b&gt;Jx&lt;/b&gt; can carry you and run as fast as the wind. That will help you escape from any malicious characters. And &lt;b&gt;Lb&lt;/b&gt; can blow his salivia bubbles. All those people who are trying to ruin you will contract some saliva-transmitted disease and drop dead.&lt;/p&gt;
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If all else fails, you have always got me. Always. Although I don't have your friends' super-powers. I CAN try hitting that third octave B-note but I don't gurantee it will scare anyone. And if &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt; EVER upsets you again, I might just have to kidnap him as retribution. I know alot of of ex-convicts. ;)&lt;/p&gt;
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I hate my housewifely chores. No, I am not a housewife, I am not even married yet. My chores are the housewifely ones. And I have to do them because there's no one at home to do them. My sister is in school, my brother is away at camp most of the week (thank god!) and the parental units have to work. Ugh!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt; you owe me big for the Takoyaki research I helped you do. =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When you are broken, I will fix you.&lt;br&gt;
When you are down, I will help you up.&lt;br&gt;
When you fall, I will catch you.&lt;br&gt;
No matter what it costs, I will be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111522010487143536?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111522010487143536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111522010487143536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111522010487143536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111522010487143536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111522010487143536' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111518425140924051</id><published>2005-05-04T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:03:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
It's up and running people. My blog I mean. I simply can't stand the awful templates that blogger provides. They look so mass produced, which they are, I suppose. The tagboard's up so you can post all you like. It even has cute smileys.
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Some people are just so petty and bitchy. It's no wonder that they are so afraid their girlfriends will choose another guy over them. I hate bitchy guys. It is so not masculine to be bitchy.
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My &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; doesn't seem to be replying to my sms. Wonder whether aliens abducted her. Hmm...(this is where I put the "hmm..." smiley but blogger doesn't seem to have an add-smiley-option)&lt;/p&gt;
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Had a weird dream this morning about origami. So I woke up, took out my mom's origami book and did some origami. I have forgotten most of it already. Back in primary 6, I could do every single design in the book. The only stuff I remember now are the basic shapes.&lt;/p&gt;
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Just finished reading the book Finding Cassie Crazy by Jaclyn Moriarty. Great book. I really recommend you read it &lt;b&gt;Dee&lt;/b&gt;. It has tonnes of nonsensical humour you will so enjoy. I'm so bummed you are not playing for SYF. And that JC is taking up all of your time. But not to worry, another breather is coming your way soon. Vesak Day is on the 23rd. That's a Monday. Meaning another nice, long, restful weekend! =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You wanna know more, more, more 'bout me. I'm the girl who's sweeping you off your feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111518425140924051?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111518425140924051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111518425140924051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111518425140924051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111518425140924051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111518425140924051' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612352.post-111510174950921752</id><published>2005-05-03T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:04:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;
A private blog? Right. Who was I kidding? The internet is one of the world's most popular mediums, was a psuedonym really going to protect my identity?
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Anyway, I had a rather pleasant labour-day holiday. Friday was spent at &lt;b&gt;Janny's&lt;/b&gt; house. Ate really authentic korean cuisine and had a blast exchanging ghost stories. I wanted to tell those scary korean ghost stories to my &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; but she refused to listen to any. I will tell them one day when she is less chicken. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;
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Saturday night we had jappo-italiano dinner. Some cousins came over. I laughed alot and joked alot. And my parents finally opened that bottle of Villa Moscatel which I had been eyeing at for days. I will definitely make my mom go back to Amara Hotel to buy the other blend of Moscatel. I think I'm addicted to dessert wine. Alchoholism might run in the family.&lt;/p&gt;
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Sunday was spent shopping at Queensway. I bought a Nike messenger bag for school. So glad of my purchase. But, I am kind of sore I missed out on the party. Like &lt;b&gt;bestie&lt;/b&gt; says, I should grab every opportunity. I did try grabbing this opportunity but it was just too slippery and it slipped right through my fingers. &lt;em&gt;Nonsensical, I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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Monday was strangely eventful. We went to this chinese restaurant along telok ayer to eat noodles. And we went to a Marche rip-off, the Vi'lage, along chinatown to eat their heavenly chocolate fondue. The chocolate must have been really rich because I felt extemely groggy after eating it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Someday we'll know, why I wasn't meant for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612352-111510174950921752?l=lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/feeds/111510174950921752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612352&amp;postID=111510174950921752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111510174950921752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612352/posts/default/111510174950921752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucid-psychosis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111510174950921752' title=''/><author><name>Min Yu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
