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Banners+Code.

Yeah.

Liang’s:

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 Davin’s:

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Johnneo’s:

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Chiakai’s

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Just dump it at the bottom of your blog and I’ll be totally grateful to you peeps.

And of course, Jeremy, I didn’t forget you, but the damn pic wouldn’t load on my photobucket.

So oh well, just kope it off here and upload to your photobucket. Thanks too!

Yup.

The Sidelined Student – New blog!

Hey, I know my posting frequency is not really fantastic these few days, but you can check out what the hell I’ve up to these days. (No, not any hanky panky stuff on the computer).

GO HTTP://THESIDELINEDSTUDENT.BLOGSPOT.COM!

Okay, perhaps just a tinge to overenthusiastic.

Blogskin code. Check.

Design. Check.

Good post. I need one.

I just need one good post, one which I have a lot to talk about (not crap I spew to my friends everyday), and hopefully, my blog can be a hit!

Haha, I am being over-optimistic, aren’t I?

Well, it was really hard to be happy when Victor Gan (stupid moron) told me that the highest MCQ score for Physics EOY was 26/30, and the lowest score in the whole batch was 22/100. Cool. My marks are going to be crap, unless I was blessed with exceptional brilliance that day.

There goes my perfect 1.00. Noooo~

Then I noticed two of my entries for Ping.SG’s Tee Design got in. I wanna cry for this Nobel-Prize-winning-like moment of my life. My second step to a hundred bucks.

*Sob* So touched.

Okay, that’s not the main point. CHECK OUT THE SIDELINED STUDENT. It’s gonna be fantastic, I gurantee you, although right now, it’s just a pic telling you that the blog is coming soon.

WHERE’S THAT EXCELLENT SCOOP for me TO WRITE ABOUT? God. Waiting for forever.

New Personalised Banners!

Yup. Got that right. Something hit me last night when I took a look at the banners, then on my “guinea pigs’” blog.

The background colour of the banner doesn’t fit that of their blogs.

So I got to work again. Sadly.

Of course, Jonneo’s blog, being white in colour, did not need any editing. (thank god)

And Chia Kai, being my partner in crime when it comes to MSN, deserved a gift from me (or is it his gift to me?) Ok, who cares.

Here you go, Chiki.

Anyway, please link it to the blog in six days time, not any earlier nor later. THANKS GUYS/GIRL!

Whew. Designing for a new blog has never been so tough.

Yeah. Read the title. I’m kinda done. Just need one good post, and I’ll open up the blog to you guys.

Meanwhile, I’ve designed three beta banners for publicity. Don’t put them up yet, testers.

Yup. All designed according to their colour scheme of their blogs. (Not really for John Neo).

Dunno if this three peeps want to put up this banner, but DON’T PUT UP YET! Don’t be too enthu.

Haha if you are able to help me by lending me some space on your blog, I can do up a specialised banner too, just for you. Just drop me a comment, or send me an email at jieyangthenoob@hotmail.com

THANKS :)

I’m sorry. I have to mug. AND EARN MARKS THE MORAL WAY. NOT THROUGH CHEATING!

I’m really sorry I am unable to blog. I have to mug Bio, or I’ll never complete the syllabus on time.

I’ll be launching a new blog soon too, it’s brighter, better and nicer :) Will show you all when it is done and up.

And there has been people like QUINN LEE ZHI JIE AND TAN HWEI EE CHEATING.

Like shading answers and scribbling last-minute numbers, while submitting papers, in the hope (to the point of utter foolishness) that no one would see them.

But I, the vigilantte, and my faithful sidekick (hehe) Andre, shall uphold justice and expose these academic frauds.

So behold, the power of a blogger. Take that you cheaterbugs.

I hope the old man sitting up in the sky blesses you with C5s.

The VERY last submission for Ping.SG Tee Design.

Presenting to you the wonder of downloadable brushes. Yup.

And this is my entry for the Wri-thin-g Competition! It ends today!

It was all inside me.           

Humans have constantly struggled with the true definition with beauty. Some define it by the physical features of a person, others, by the personality, the intangibles. Is beauty really only skin deep? The idea of beauty is often proposed as a very superficial and a judge-able quality of Man, something which can be tweaked for the better of oneself, a definition I believe in.            

Beauty was an object that constantly captivated me, kept me interested, and created an insatiable desire for me. I was never beautiful where the mirror was concerned. At least I once felt so. The weight department was never a domain which made me feel at ease, and I dreaded measuring my weight every year. The weighing scale pointer was constantly on the move. It never kept still, and the numbers that taunted me just grew bigger, and bigger.            

I was not always concerned about my weight. I’ve never tried to go on a diet, nor exercise regularly just to be slim. But the time came and looks became first priority, and being the IT girl was everyone’s number one concern. Being in a girls’ school intensified the clamor for the title. It was an unhealthy trend that no one bothered to oppose; the pressure to stay slim just ballooned within me as I went into my youth, and soon I succumbed to the meaningless chatter about my weight.            

It started off with skipping breakfast. Tipping the scales at 54.7 kilograms at a height of 1.60m, it was a necessary measure in order to cut my weight down. If I could burn away all those useless adipose tissues drooping at the side of my hips by the end of the month, I could make it in time to stand on the dreaded weighing scale, and feel on top of the world for once, knowing that the pointer had subjected to my will. It was a worthy task to undertake, and with a goal in mind, I had successfully weaned off breakfast.            

Perhaps I was too slow to realize that my plan to lose weight was simply heading the wrong way. I was burning fat simply too slowly. I had only lost 3 kg in my first week. By hook or by crook, I had to accomplish my ultimate goal of 42 kg in three weeks’ time, or face humiliation for the rest of the year again. I needed to take action fast, and I was going to start with my lunch. It soon became to a mere slice of papaya or an apple today. Weight loss was the fad. and my obsession.            

I needed the perfect waistline.             

I started to go running. I heard from a few girls chatting nearby that running could not only burn fat, but also muscles if done vigorously. I just had to give it a shot. There was no room for fat, or for mistake.  I went for my first run, which ended in disaster after I ended up with a vicious stitch. But the pain disappeared immediately when I saw the weighing scale. 47 kg. The utter joy of realizing 8 kg was gone was tremendous. I was so happy; I ate breakfast the next day.            

It was never to remain so.            

I just had to lose 4 more kg this week. My will to succeed was too great; I shrunk my dinner to a mere salad that was once my appetizer. Food appeared to be disgusting suddenly, being my enemy in this war against weight. To hide my true intention, I told my parents I didn’t have any appetite. It stuck; just a slice of fruit and salad a day, then a good, long run. Running sapped my energy, but satisfaction before mirror was overwhelming.             

Come Monday, I would be the one laughing triumphantly. I was now 40 kg, and today was Friday. 3 more days. I was not going to take any more chances; there would be no lunch during the weekend.  Monday came fast, and my head was in a constant whirl. I changed as fast as I could, as excitement overwhelmed me. In mere minutes, my life, the way people look at me, the way I look at myself, would all change.             

My life was, indeed, going to change.             

I stepped onto the scale, and the pointer went into a whirl. My eyes swayed with the uncertain pointer. It was taunting me. It cried out my weight: 38 kg. Joy flooded me, relief swept across me, and darkness took me.            

I woke up in an unfamiliar environment. Needles in my arm, men and women flurrying around me, and two faces surfaced in front of me. My parents. Was it relief written on their faces? I couldn’t tell.             

“We just want to let you know that as your parents, we love you for who you are. Not what you are”.            

Two sentences; so simple, yet so profound. Somehow rather, they struck the tender chord in my heart. What was truly the beauty that I was seeking? The mirror hanging on the wall showed a frail, thin girl, desperate for attention. Not one that was cheerful and really beautiful in spite of her flaws. It was no longer the pursuit for beauty, I realized. It was my desperateness to be accepted by a society which emphasized on slim girls, and not on true beauty.                        

I wept. I wept for the lack of wisdom from the start.                                                                        

 ~ 

Today, I weigh 45kg. I may be still plump, but I feel healthy, and I’m proud of my size. It was a struggle to see my weight gaining at first, but with my parents’ support, I reverted back to normal eating habits slowly. I found true friends too; people whom were always around me and concerned about me, and liked me not for what I am; it was just that I never bothered to open my eyes. It all started of with the pursuit of beauty; and I found it in me.

Heh.

I have no idea why would anyone like Steven Lim. Not that I support Xiaxue, anyway.

If you are a supporter of this guy,

I would think you’re crazy, unless the reason why you support him, is really, to just spite Xiaxue (not that she’ll care anyway.) I am totally amazed by the fact that although he self-proclaims he’s the most handsome man in the universe, people are still unfazed by his lack of shame, and continue to support him.

Take a look at the truly, most handsome men in the world.

The world’s top money-earned-per-person-by-a-movie star- Matt Damon

Most talked about person, Brad Pitt. Handsome, and wants a international football team of children.

Zac Efron, charming young man, has a girlfriend that bared her body to half the world.

But him? What the hell. I must be blinded in a car accident to think he’s a handsome man. The only attributes I would say he has, that is positive , is erm he can speak Singlish, and can clown for us all to watch. His latest video, which whacks out as Xiaxue for insulting him on Shoot 3 (some Channel U talkshow), was so vulgar. He was shouting “You sucks“, “You sucks ” all the way. Comical guy.

Then he declares twice throughout the vid, “You are a big Chicken PIE.” He’s hip, and cool, and is as vulgar as a Primary One kid when furious.

Okay, I shall give him some credit. He can keep his cool on National TV when insulted by Xiaxue. If it was me (highly impossible), I would have broke off Xiaxue nose.

Yup. You got that right. I am a violent creature when scorned.

Now, onto Xiaxue.

Perhaps it’s an irony that the related tag on Technorati when you search “steven lim” is “wendy cheng”.

Other than bitching, bitching, and more bitching about her perceived injustices dealt to her, I cannot see what is the appeal of her blog. Perhaps it’s the innate evil in us that wants to read about some other person’s bad day and laugh at her evily. Hm, pity her boyfriend. He must be a cool, quiet guy with a high threshold of external irritation.

I shall be fair to her too. She is, at least honest about everything she writes (though it makes her seem totally dumb) and also, she can use good english when she wants to. Erm, yeah, I prefer reading stuff in proper English. It raises my standard of English. Well, that is only when she turns angry and royal, and starts spewing out insults in good english. She uses “fucking” instead of “you sucks” too.

Hmm. Her fake nose? I don’t really care, on the contary. How many peeps down the road have fake noses, fake assets, and everything on one’s body is like, erm, imitation goods. But, brains cannot be changed, nor can they be enhanced, so I suppose stupidity is innate in somebody.

Somehow rather, girls who like pink obsessively seem very bimbo-ish to me.

But then again, you have to be pretty to be a bimbo, so I’m sorry, Xiaxue.

Gah, okay, as I scroll down her blog for more aspects to criticize, I can’t help but point out that she just committed the seventh sin of blogging- Cam-whoring.

Yup. Final verdict: Only visit either one when you’re super bored like me.

And this is the last tee design for Ping.SG!

Publicity CAMPAIGN 2!

Liang Hwei totally rocks man. Hee. If you peeps don’t mind, help me copy this image and paste it in one of your posts! Or the other pic!

Thanks reading jieyang.wordpress.com!

Monks = Peaceful (?)

By reading The Straits Times, you would have probably noticed that the idea of monks being peaceful and living in serenity is probably distorted. Well, while those really traditional monks are seriously all knowing and ever-peaceful, you would have noticed the rise of monks (and fake ones) perhaps, ruining the image altogether.

I would love to see monks being like this.

Rather than being scammers and beggars in Singapore (as in those fake-os), real monks don’t beg for money, you know.

(Picture took from STInteractive)

And definitely not those kind in movies or shows.

No. Monks don’t have an “eye of Dashi” that spurts water out of the blue, nor do they recruit members around the world. Neither do they fight evil baddies nowadays.

Bulletproof Monk?! I won’t want monks to carry guns to protect themselves too.

And lastly, monks in Burma.

Yup. My opinion is, if you want peace, don’t protest. Look at Thaksin; thrown over by a bloodless coup. Burma? Yet another failed, bloody affair like many others in its stained history.

Hm. So much for world peace. We are living in a world that can no longer be solved by violence? Internet is like the sling of David against Goliath, yo. Not violence and guerilla forces.

But whatever you all do, I just want peace and a conducive environment to study in.

Yup. Peace. The eternal goal for all Miss Universe-s.