<?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-3565752257018372197</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:47:03.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>мēmørieş</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3051363138144695185</id><published>2011-12-28T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:41:53.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;xmas eve was the first time i came home in the middle of the night with my baby boii. came home at around 3am! woooots! :D was kinda surprised my mom would actually let me go out. oh wells, it was good. although something not so nice happened, still we managed to put a smile back on our faces. had new zealand ice cream for the first time. haha actually we went to chill inside the shop because the queue to pay the parking tic was so loooonggg.. lol. sadly i wont be able to celebrate new year's eve with him since i will be in bangkok. so sad. :( and i will skip two days of classes. woooohooooo, im so daring Zzz :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aiWkJ6vko8/Tvsp29J420I/AAAAAAAAAto/Wen0jXHDjI8/s1600/IMG_8161.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691188578218466114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aiWkJ6vko8/Tvsp29J420I/AAAAAAAAAto/Wen0jXHDjI8/s320/IMG_8161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;trying to cover himself :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prsjCUVvbns/TvspFAeaCuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5exIj_J4BzM/s1600/IMG_8165.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691187720116374242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prsjCUVvbns/TvspFAeaCuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5exIj_J4BzM/s320/IMG_8165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so greedy huh? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_11trrgOzlc/TvspFbtTTHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Yrfm9EDnrq0/s1600/IMG_8170.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691187727426604146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_11trrgOzlc/TvspFbtTTHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Yrfm9EDnrq0/s320/IMG_8170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nice pic! :D &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpUgsHRVeag/TvspF43dmRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aRPq6-9OvOc/s1600/IMG_8171.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691187735253850386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpUgsHRVeag/TvspF43dmRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aRPq6-9OvOc/s320/IMG_8171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;shooooo shuaii &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sister came home yesterday! &amp;lt;3 its been about four months since she last came home! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; however, we only get to talk for a while cause i was dead tired for not sleeping all night. had to fetch my sister from the airport at 4. a big thankkyy to my baby boii for fetching my sister from the airport! &amp;lt;3 so yeah. basically she told me her story, her love story. to be honest, i was quite jealous.. :X hehe. everything she told me was something i have always wanted to happen in my life. its actually something that all girls want in their lives. they dont just happen in fairy tale, but in real life! she's like being treated like a princess! i feel so happy for her! :) :) its like if my sister doesnt like him doing something, he will stop doing it. no joke. he will always find ways to make my sister feel happy. and yes, he is a smart fella from what my sister has told me. how he tries to make things right without making my sister unhappy. lol. when my sister has problems, he know how to help my sis, solve for her, advise her. besides that, when my sister says she likes ice-cream, he would always get her ice-cream. its like he is making effort to do smth for her. surprise her. ahhhh sweettness my heart can melt listening to her story. heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he said to her that he is responsible to make her 100% trust him. if the girl cant trust him fully, this means that the guy has failed his job.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a guy will change anything for the girl he loves. eventhough the girl doesn't or not as much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;having a bit dizzy now and idk why. its been like this since just now. thought it was because i havent eaten anything since morning. but after taking my dinner, it still feel the same. oh god, pls dont tell me its because i feel stressed again. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691178608119740226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UeBTlBhKMk/TvsgynpHd0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/fOziCR_6-B4/s320/402525_10151068012310099_93794235098_21672754_17095429_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-pCJmBcfOc/TvsgyzETAiI/AAAAAAAAAso/mg6ix9Bhe-o/s1600/397264_202919736465877_113413742083144_429852_853235773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691178611186532898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-pCJmBcfOc/TvsgyzETAiI/AAAAAAAAAso/mg6ix9Bhe-o/s320/397264_202919736465877_113413742083144_429852_853235773_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alrighty, better get some rest now! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3051363138144695185?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3051363138144695185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-back-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3051363138144695185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3051363138144695185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-back-d.html' title='welcome back! :D'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aiWkJ6vko8/Tvsp29J420I/AAAAAAAAAto/Wen0jXHDjI8/s72-c/IMG_8161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-367231806852375562</id><published>2011-12-23T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:21:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so so so so so sien! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ahhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tmr is xmas eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sunday is xmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;every year is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the only difference is my sis is not around this yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;somehow i wish i was a christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;at least i will have some events going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;instead of being stuck at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;just saying only.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sis is coming back next tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh well, life's pretty suck right now. bwwaiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-367231806852375562?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/367231806852375562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/367231806852375562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/367231806852375562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/s.html' title=':s'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-2722161771722192980</id><published>2011-12-18T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:07:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;wongsuli wongsuli wongsuli :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;gotnothingbettertodorightnow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WUUWUUWUUWUUUU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;boring! =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-2722161771722192980?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/2722161771722192980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2722161771722192980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2722161771722192980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7483563341662886841</id><published>2011-12-18T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:02:05.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Usually people wake up crying from their sleep because of nightmares. The night before, I woke up crying because I had some sad dreams. I kinda woke my mom up and I had to pretend that I was yawning and quickly wiped my tears off. (Don't ask why I sleep with my mom.. Haha) I went to bed with all my problems unsolved and this is what happened. Why didn't I want to solve them all? Because I know none of us will compromise and I was tired too. I just wanted to sleep everything off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate liars yet I am one of them. So do people really get addicted to lying? Is it true that, 'Once a liar, forever a liar'? =/ I can't be really mad at anyone who lie because I am actually one of them, lying about anything to anyone.. No matter what lies you made, for good purposes, they are still lies. Urghh. Never liked being lied cause the feeling sucks. It makes you feel as though you're a total idiot. Sighh. Is it because I forgive people easily, and that's why they keep stepping on my head? One lie after another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its so boring here. Bf just went out with family for dinner. He seldom come and find me on Sundays already. Haha. My sister was right about it. To be honest, I never liked Sundays after that incident. I feel so pathetic myself. The truth always hurts most huh? Sighh. Sometimes, can this word, 'sorry' really make everything better? So if there is no work to do, you will come and find me.. Just because there is work you have to do, you come up with a lie.. Why are people so realistic? (Is it the word?) Even to your loved ones. Screw it ba. Just makes me so sad thinking about it. Should really forget about it, if not they will haunt me forvever! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That is why I told my sister I needed to go for holidays to really leave everything, everyone behind. I really needed a break for myself. These few weeks had been a bad, not really stressful but also not relaxing weeks for me. Thank god hols here! Sadly I have to go and help out in my mom's factory! WuuWuuWuu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Couples these days I see are damn loving and romantic :) I have listened to stories about how sweet and romantic their love lives are. Really can make my heart melts and sometimes I feel damn jealous of them! Hahah. How nice if my love life is just half of theirs. I feel that mine is just quite different. Sighh. The thing is that, it doesn't just happen in movies, but also in real life.. This means that its not because I watch drama too much. Oh well, I shouldnt be too greedy. Should be happy with what I have now. Wheeeee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ohh my Bf just went for Lasik. No need specs anymore. Aww so happy for him!!! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Term break is hereee~! When my sister is back, its time for some gathering! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLIDAY ALSO NEED TO STUDY LERR. IF NOT NEXT YEAR I WONT GET TO GO UK CAUSE I WILL CONFIRM FAIL MY MODULES AND THAT'S GONNA SUCK A LOT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;老鼠愛大米&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; another nostalgic song~ Heard that on radio yesterday on my way home.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7483563341662886841?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7483563341662886841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-d_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7483563341662886841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7483563341662886841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-d_18.html' title='Holiday! :D'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1939364741113462404</id><published>2011-12-13T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:45:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil lil thing..</title><content type='html'>sigh, do people really think of themselves first than anyone else in their lives? even those they love? is this what people in this materialistic world do?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't understand why a person can spend so much on a pair of slippers and also on some exp place but cant spare a few dollars to buy someone a small gift? and the someone is not just an ordinary person.. not saying that the person should get you anything, but it is the lil thought that counts. it doesn't have to be an exp thing.. like i said, few dollars would do. oh well, its your money, you have the right to do anything with it ;) peace.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, to look at the brighter side, i'm satisfied even if its small lil thing. like, surprises..? i was surprised by his presence outside my hse last night.. tho he had a long day and didnt sleep well for the past few days. his presence made me so touched.. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok shd get to back to books! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1939364741113462404?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1939364741113462404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/lil-lil-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1939364741113462404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1939364741113462404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/lil-lil-thing.html' title='lil lil thing..'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-5429824619700832240</id><published>2011-12-12T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:13:25.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i thought this is all i wanted? why am i so depressed and upset now? &lt;div&gt;i hope i can smile as always but somehow it just wont turn out to be the same as before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it just takes time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people say life goes on.. but do you really think that it is just that easy to.. do it? idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-5429824619700832240?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/5429824619700832240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5429824619700832240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5429824619700832240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1287386500153796669</id><published>2011-11-08T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:40:12.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm all alone in the living room, fans and lights are switched off except for one.. I don't know what, or rather why am I here in this bad condition because anytime from now, any mosquitoes will just attack by sucking my blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I am feeling quite depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont know what is going through my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;No time to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I need to sleep badly. Like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;All the songs I am listening to now is making me more down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;If only I have a pair of wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1287386500153796669?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1287386500153796669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/11/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1287386500153796669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1287386500153796669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/11/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3693107181822693928</id><published>2011-09-07T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:47:03.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Monthsary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It has been a while since I last blogged. I don't even know what I have been busying about =X Working? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would say there are many things that happened in these 2 months. I meant MANY. Honestly saying, being in this relationship I have learnt a lot of things. Things like I never thought I was but in fact I am, Pride and Ego. And it is true that I have been so protected by my family members. It's like I have lived and still living in a shell, all protected and taken care of. I never really know how to face any problems because I know they will always be there for me. Well, it is a good thing, and definitely a bad thing too. Who doesn't love to be protected? But have you thought if they're overprotected? How would they turn out to be? Every time they face a problem, some would know how to solve but most would just ignore it, knowing that there will always be someone out there to help them solve the problem. Unfortunately, I am listed in the MOST category :( But I am still trying. I am learning. Hoping this would change in time. It is not going to be easy, never will, but I know I can do it :) With him here supporting me. I'm going to try my best not only for myself, but also for those whom I loved :) I believe there is always space for improvement! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my sister. I feel so bad, so very bad that I did not spend much time with her when she came back for her summer break. I don't go shopping with her as much as last time :( I miss her quite a lot.. Sighh! I'm gonna learn how to manage my time well so the next time she comes back, I have my time just for her! :D I hope she is doing good in Korea right now. It's a good thing that she says she has lost weight. Okay, I'm jealous now. I have to eat all the leftover food now since she is not around. This is just so unfair! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is so very special yet can make you feel so lost. It can arrive just like the springtime and melt away like morning frost. You must find ways to nurture. Always grow your love with care. Never ever take for granted. The love that you both share. Mistakes are bound to happen. You may hurt each other's heart yet dont give up to easily. It will tear your love apart. Love resembles a bright flame that lights a dark starry night. Never ever let this flame burn down. Rekindle with all your might and take a moment every day to look deep into each other's eyes. Never hesitate to show affection. Small gestures will keep a love alive. Talk openly about your feelings. Take time to show that you care. Treasure each and every moment. Because to find true love is rare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Connie Thomas Lugo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 4th Monthsary Darlingg, if only there's such thing! :p I would like to say that I'm really grateful that you entered my life. We were those kinda course mate that ALWAYS tease each other! You calling me monkey, and me calling you cow! Thinking of it just makes me laugh! You never really knew my existence in class, I never really bother your existence. Never thought we would turn out to be like this.. This is really odd. Lol. How the two of us who always tease each other would turn out to be couples. Teehee xD I hope that we will stay strong for each other and never give up on us. I appreciate everything you have done for me.. :) Thanks for being there for me when I am down. I hope you like the gifts I bought for you! You'll always be my superman! :) It would be better if there's less arguments between us, don't you agree? :D I love you darlingg &amp;lt;3 I can see that there is still a long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649842738753927874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8UjQhjxaJ0/TmhGCWg_esI/AAAAAAAAAsE/leeUReE_eEw/s320/IMG_7103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elJZcWjCpok/TmhGCMeKRpI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yhcomSHE7yw/s1600/IMG_7197.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649842736057697938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elJZcWjCpok/TmhGCMeKRpI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yhcomSHE7yw/s320/IMG_7197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My superman! &amp;lt;3 heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just found this on one of my friend's fb profile and I find it very true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every woman deserves a man who calls her baby, kisses her like he means it, holds her tight like he never wants to let go, doesn't cheat, wipes her tears when she cries, doesn't make her jealous of other women, instead makes other women jealous of her, is not scared to let his friends know how he really feels about her, and lets her know how much he really loves her..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3693107181822693928?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3693107181822693928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-4th-monthsary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3693107181822693928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3693107181822693928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-4th-monthsary.html' title='Happy 4th Monthsary!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8UjQhjxaJ0/TmhGCWg_esI/AAAAAAAAAsE/leeUReE_eEw/s72-c/IMG_7103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-674615819425983880</id><published>2011-07-12T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:46:20.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooorkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have not blogged for almost a week.. What have I been busying about? =/ Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I shall blog what I can remember :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Transformers was awesome. Watched it last Thursday with friends and my bboii :) I finally treated my sister her Tutti Frutti  since I owed her one for a dumb bet =X BUT my bboii treated me since he owed me :p Now he owes me 4 tutti frutti's ^^ WAHAHAHAHAA!!! After the movie, we headed to Yee Keat's house for the BBQ party. We were a little late but there was still a lot of food that awaits us :) Evil Jonathan and Yee Keat.. Don't ever let them burn chicken wings for you. Just DON'T! They are never this kind =X After dinner, we went to sing K ^^ My favourite. Teehee xD I haven't seen Alan for ages. I think it has been more than a year since I last saw him. Somehow he looked skinnier =X We had some good times catching up :) It was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6j_sgb4rNB0/ThwjGKJwP2I/AAAAAAAAArc/ZOsieEKjAEw/s1600/IMG_6864.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6j_sgb4rNB0/ThwjGKJwP2I/AAAAAAAAArc/ZOsieEKjAEw/s320/IMG_6864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628412223017729890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06GaJBclUZg/ThwjGVaZ7EI/AAAAAAAAArk/hVh58oPMOqg/s1600/IMG_6868.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06GaJBclUZg/ThwjGVaZ7EI/AAAAAAAAArk/hVh58oPMOqg/s320/IMG_6868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628412226040360002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other days were basically the same as any other weeks =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;By the way, yesterday was my first day of work :) Woootss. When I reached the shop, I was quite nervous. The situation was quite awkward but after some time, it turned out to be cool. I didn't do anything much there on my first day. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Having a bad sore throat and I dislike it a lot. It is so irritating =/ I drank more than 15 glasses of water + tea. Ate oranges and apple. Yet still feeling like this.. :( I think I am falling sick soon. Aiyayoyeyayoyoyeeeyayayo =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-674615819425983880?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/674615819425983880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/07/woooorkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/674615819425983880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/674615819425983880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/07/woooorkk.html' title='woooorkk'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6j_sgb4rNB0/ThwjGKJwP2I/AAAAAAAAArc/ZOsieEKjAEw/s72-c/IMG_6864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8511837462560458018</id><published>2011-07-05T23:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:30:30.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than just a surprise :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SURPRISE! &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was awaken by my bboii's call. He was up early.. My mind was half awake when he called which was already 10.45am. Yes, I know its quite the late =X So like any other days, we talked a while before we hung up =D I thought today would be any other days without him.. TV, laptop, giving tuition then go for a jog, back to TV and laptop again.. After I had my breakfast, my bboii texted me and said he was home! Obviously I thought he was talking about his own HOME, then I was about to reply him.. Out of a sudden, my dad who was sitting near the window saw him coming out of the car. My dad was like, 'Ah Li, Chung Ee is here.. How come he is here? Faster go open the gate.' I was stunned, my mind was blank for a few seconds. I was really surprised by his presence. =D He's such a sweet little thing! &amp;lt;3 He handed me a box of macaroon from Chocolat World. =) And that's not the only surprise he gave me! He told me that everything was solved. THAT ONE TOUGH PROBLEM WHICH MADE OUR LIVES SO MISERABLE WAS FINALLY SOLVED :) :) :) Do you know how excited I was? =D The problem has been a nightmare to me. Everyday I think how on earth can we solve this? If we give this a little time, will things really be solved? Finally I need not care about all these questions anymore. Its like as though you carry something that weighs 50kg and now you can finally put them away. You feel so much relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHEEEEE~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was really surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;darling for being so thoughtful and thanks for everything that you have done for me &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Transformers and BBQ @ Yee Keat's house on Thursday.. Nicee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0YwvZPD1Aw/ThwmZJTOqdI/AAAAAAAAArs/uEuPeYTtcbk/s1600/IMG_6858.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628415847741434322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0YwvZPD1Aw/ThwmZJTOqdI/AAAAAAAAArs/uEuPeYTtcbk/s320/IMG_6858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTAPbk-J2Ls/Thwm3pwEbGI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oy4C4dHfMFU/s1600/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628416371848408162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTAPbk-J2Ls/Thwm3pwEbGI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oy4C4dHfMFU/s320/IMG_6862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;first time tasting macaroons. NICE and melted my heart &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8511837462560458018?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8511837462560458018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-than-just-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8511837462560458018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8511837462560458018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-than-just-surprise.html' title='more than just a surprise :)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0YwvZPD1Aw/ThwmZJTOqdI/AAAAAAAAArs/uEuPeYTtcbk/s72-c/IMG_6858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-973286462036311397</id><published>2011-07-02T11:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T15:55:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It has been a loooooongg and tirinngggg week! =/ MANY many things happened. Unfortunately, it is more towards the unwanted side. Oh well, I shall start with Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, my bboii came over to my house to fetch my sister and I to Anthony's house. All the way from Rawang to Kajang then back to Subang. Tooot the tooooot. It was a super long journey =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Aww he is such a sweet dearrie! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; This is why I feel like an ass at times. BOOO me. Stayed over in Anthony's house since we were going for hiking the next day =D The gathering was good.. Met up with some friends whom I don't often meet up with. OHMYGAWD, there's something I gotta tell you, eating the heated/burnt marshmallows is soooooooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;YUMMMMMMMMYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3 Its really good. You gotta burn it till its hardened outside, place it in your mouth and then it will melt inside your mouth. One word, DELICIOUS. After the party, we had to clean up the place. It took almost one hour to clean up the mess. After that, we cleaned ourselves before going to bed. Unfortunately, there was no water supply so my sister and Anthony had to go over to his cousin's house to take shower. I think I used up the water in his house. Wahahaha! We had some talk before we slept and we had to wake up at 4am! I think we slept for an hour plus only. When the alarm rang, no one could wake up. Mitchell woke up the first because he couldn't sleep back after he heard the alarm. Anthony was the worst, it was so hard for him to wake up and he looked quite dead. Well, I guess we all looked like zombies. =X Then my bboii reached his house at 4.45am and then we headed to Broga Hill. Woooooots, it was damn dark and I was damn scared. The hills were so steeeeep. My heart almost popped out. Zzz. We did not manage to climb to the top of the hill but it was already satisfying. Lol. Being the typical Anthony, he acted like a clown, making us all laugh. :p Playing songs with his iTouch. He tried to sing the chorus for 'The Climb'. LOL. It was just so hilarious. Sadly, we couldn't see the sunrise. Guess it was quite cloudy. =S I would love to climb Broga Hill again. If I ever have the chance. Teeeheee xD cakap ajee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reached home at around 12pm. Cleaned up and talked a bit with my bboii and then we took a short nap. It was really a tiring day. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Everything was gooooood until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;After the nap, Keng Boon msged me and said the results was out. GUTDAMNIT. So my bboii and I checked the results. Not too satisfying tho. =/ Just because of this results, it got our lives so miserable. Disappointments to some people and its really bad. =( Sighh, I just feel like screaming every time I think about it. Year2 is going to be a brand new year with no jokes and fooling around. If he won't be able to study with me anymore, I will still do my best, like I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday &lt;/strong&gt;was a pretty normal day.. My boii and I had some talk. We needed it. I thank god I made the right choice to ask him come over if not I wouldn't know what the consequence will be like. Even so, it seemed like nothing much we can do since the problem is not on us. Urgh, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then comes &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;. Went 1u with my bboii. =) He's such a hawtiee. Yes, my bboii is the hottest! &amp;lt;3 We watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monte Carlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. I expected the movie to be better.. Should have watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; instead. =/ lalalalalalalaa. Honestly saying, I never thought of any unhappy stuffs when I was out with him because I wanted to forget everything and not let anything bad/sad to ruin my day =/ Until at night where I have to face the reality again. Hahahahaha. I know you won't understand what I am trying to say because I myself also don't know what rubbish I am talking about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday. &lt;/strong&gt;Didnt do anything productive. All I did was day dreaming =( and jog. Lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, even worse. I woke up at 9am because I usually have piano class at 10am. When I was on my way to the center, my piano teacher called and said there was no much students today because most schools have to participate in some activity organised by the 1Malaysia. There will only be 2 students at 11am and I will have to wait till 2.45pm only then I can go home. So I rather not go since it would be a waste of time =X So here I am blogging xD Gonna search for some jobs online later I guess, or just play piano to spend my life. =/ I have a blooooody boring life here. Baby, come save meeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here are some photos just to make my blog not too boring.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XPpgW8FGDQ/Tg7AvvpFuII/AAAAAAAAArU/JTvAiPTbvIg/s1600/IMG_6757.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624644911107520642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XPpgW8FGDQ/Tg7AvvpFuII/AAAAAAAAArU/JTvAiPTbvIg/s320/IMG_6757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My bboii and I before leaving to Anthony's house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlwag68EEHE/Tg607pkHTeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hQNADahfyqw/s1600/IMG_6771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624631921494937058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlwag68EEHE/Tg607pkHTeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hQNADahfyqw/s320/IMG_6771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The group PIC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsmxeB6GcZ0/Tg62tDTP-qI/AAAAAAAAArM/BoeGHkGy2hg/s1600/IMG_6798.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624633869728742050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsmxeB6GcZ0/Tg62tDTP-qI/AAAAAAAAArM/BoeGHkGy2hg/s320/IMG_6798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the hill. Naisee :D I ain't the shortest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I39uhYe7fBc/Tg6071NgBCI/AAAAAAAAAq8/SWNqJLMGxjk/s1600/IMG_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624631924621313058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I39uhYe7fBc/Tg6071NgBCI/AAAAAAAAAq8/SWNqJLMGxjk/s320/IMG_6812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dty2rXVDDEE/Tg608FccrxI/AAAAAAAAArE/MtxmKL6_oOE/s1600/IMG_6844.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624631928978976530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dty2rXVDDEE/Tg608FccrxI/AAAAAAAAArE/MtxmKL6_oOE/s320/IMG_6844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My bboii and I again. Somewhere on top of the hill. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Always wonder if whatever we do.. Could it be the last time we do it together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nfySFJDy87A/Tg6ylgv4bUI/AAAAAAAAAqk/XEPmZe1TXAY/s1600/185_true_love_waits.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624629342147996994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nfySFJDy87A/Tg6ylgv4bUI/AAAAAAAAAqk/XEPmZe1TXAY/s320/185_true_love_waits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There are many things I yet to know in a relationship.. To know how to straight talk with him and not just avoid the problems every time we face one. I know I have to do something about this if not something you do not hope to happen WILL definitely happen. I found this online and its quite true tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;" class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Too many people send hazy messages, speak in cryptic ways and are anything but direct when it comes to communication. Often this hazy communication happens with the best of intentions. For example, they don’t want to hurt another’s feelings, they’re afraid the person will get mad or they don’t want to get into a conflict. They may even be afraid they’ll lose the person if they speak directly. Unfortunately, the very thing they’re trying to avoid is often the thing they ensure will happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;" class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we beat around the bush, say only part of what we mean or hold things in and expect our partners to know what’s going on for us, we’re off. It is not our loved one’s job to read our minds or decipher what we mean. It is our job to clearly state what is going on for us. It’s our job to specifically ask for what we want. And it’s our job to tell our loved ones what will happen if things continue to go poorly in our relationship. It’s also our job to then ACT on those words.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, these words are very true. I have &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;been avoiding&lt;/span&gt; the problems and try to hide them.. Sometimes, I hope he would know what I was thinking of, could read my mind BUT I know that is impossible. He may be able to read once, or twice but definitely not every time. I gotta speak out to him. Sometimes I really find it hard to even open my mouth. I don't know why. It is just my problem and I gotta do something about it. This also leads to SILENCE. Something that should not always happen in a relationship. Its ME. I know what kind of person I am. Although I may be very loud and talkative at times, I can also be very quiet at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. I just don't know how to make everything so lively and perfect and all. He always say the same thing, 'You just don't have anything to say.. Always so quiet. BUT its okay.' Sometimes, this makes me really stressed out, especially when he said that on the spot and I couldn't think of anything to respond. URGHH I'm so useless, so stupid.. He just gotta give me some time. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Found this in my Friend's blog. Find it very nice so I decided to post it in my blog too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3w-tYaycJk/Tg6ylFof_jI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ae931Sh3oWw/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624629334869278258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3w-tYaycJk/Tg6ylFof_jI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ae931Sh3oWw/s320/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I miss him so much right now. We won't be able to see each other so often now due to some problem. =/ I feel like running to a place where there won't be any distractions and I can do whatever I want. Life would be so perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:small;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sometimes I think if this is some kind of &lt;i&gt;test&lt;/i&gt; the god is giving us. To see ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:small;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;w far we can go. To see how we can handle these obstacles. To see how much we love each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No matter how tough it would be, I will always hold on tight and I know he will too. &amp;lt;3 He just gotta be more patient.. :) It's gonnaa be a looonnnggg journeyyy.. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624629334571300370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFyoucyqOvs/Tg6ylEhdNhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hZ5k1-7ULy8/s320/arleyquote.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Time for some nap. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-973286462036311397?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/973286462036311397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/973286462036311397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/973286462036311397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-journey.html' title='a long journey'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XPpgW8FGDQ/Tg7AvvpFuII/AAAAAAAAArU/JTvAiPTbvIg/s72-c/IMG_6757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4021420313512689812</id><published>2011-06-25T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T03:37:22.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it normal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's 3am now and here I am, blogging. I know most of you would be like, BLOGGING AT THIS FREAKING HOUR? SHE MUST BE INSANE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have to wake up at 9am tomorrow yet I'm still awake now. Both my eyes are as huge as ping pong balls. I can't sleep. Typical me. Thinking to myself AGAIN. Too many questions flying around my mind. I would say most of them are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;RUBBISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. =/ Yet I still think about them. They are like morphine. They can cause no harm if not overdosed. However, they are highly addictive which may turn out to be harmful/something bad. (haha i know its a bad example =X but that's not the point) The point is that sometimes 'thinking rubbish' is good, but if u get addicted to 'thinking rubbish', it will just turn out to be something bad, just like how I am facing right now, insomnia. =X Screw my life seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;SUCKSUCKSUCKSUCKSUCKSUCKSUCKSUCKSUCKSUCKSUCK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why am I so dumb? Is it very difficult to ask him a simple question? Maybe I'm just afraid of the answer, that's why. Well, this is not a good sign. =S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel so pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I feel like screaming right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I WANNA STOP THINKING AND SLEEP. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4021420313512689812?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4021420313512689812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4021420313512689812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4021420313512689812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-normal.html' title='is it normal?'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1821260445646387904</id><published>2011-06-23T00:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:15:18.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A random blog. Gonna blog about what happened this week. Yes I know it is only Wednesday today but I'm so excited and happy. It's 1.29am right now and I'm chatting with my bboii. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;Monday was not the best day of my life, but it was definitely not the worst day. my bboii came to my house at 11am because I needed him to fetch my sis and I to MPS. Thought we would leave at 11 plus but turned out that we left at 1.30pm. =/ Reached there at 2pm which we thought was good because it was already after lunch time. BUT the person we were looking for wasn't back yet. So we had to wait lo. Waited for more than half an hour still not back yet. Then my sister just left her contact number to one of the clerk and told us that she will contact us when the person comes back. =X I highly doubt she will remember. Sighsighsigh. Whats worse, at 2.30pm which is half an hour after their lunch time, those people only come back to work. What on earth.. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;Then we headed to find some Ketua Kampung cause I needed him to help me to sign some paper. So when we reached, there were 3 people and I didn't know if any of them is the KK because I have never seen his face before. We saw that he wasn't in his room and so we assumed that he was not one of the 3 people. So I went outside to call him. Guess what, he was really one of them. HHAHAA. I was quite embarrassed because when my sis and my bboii knew it was him, they did not tell me and make me a dumb dumb there talking to that Encik. =/ Never mind, we had a good laugh tho. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;I didn't know it was possible for a girl my size to spoil the seat belt. =X Yes, I spoilt my bboii's car seat belt. Then we went to some workshop/car accessories shop and let them have a look. Thank god it was okay in the end. =D If not, I would feel damn bad and emo the whole day. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;Reached home at around 5 something. Then my bboii and I went to clean up the rubbish at the garden beside my house. It was really dirty and my bboii helped me. I never really hoped that he would do much, since it's not something that everyone would do. It was more like a garbage. =X So I would not expect much from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Somehow, I feel really glad to have met him. To be honest, I never thought we would be together. Neither did he. HAHA. He asked me this question,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'What will happen if he hadn't come over to seek for help in chemistry? Would we still be together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Haha, I guess things happen for a reason and whats the reason behind this, only God knows. And right now, I'm just gonna enjoy every bits of the moment with him. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;After all the cleanings, we went for mountain climbing.. Ok, it's not a mountain, but more like a small hill. Lol. The air was really fresh. =D It's definitely a place to be remembered. :D :D :D That's because he said the 3 most powerful, lovely, precious words that all girls would love to hear. I'm sure you know what they are. &amp;lt;3 My heart almost melted. ^^ Lol. We didn't stay long because it was getting dark. It was quite creepy tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;Tuesday was a tiring day. I woke up at 12pm and still feeling tired the whole day. =/ Weird. Had tuition at 3-5pm, and supposedly I had piano class at 5pm, but my neighbour forgotten about it. So they came at 5.30pm and I taught them till 7pm. Instead of jogging as I have promised my bboii, I went for a walk since it was quite late already. Whats worse, the streetlamps were not working and it was so dark. I didn't walk for long tho. How nice if my bboii was there with me. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;Wednesday, which is today was an awesome day! Sweetness! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;We continued picking up rubbish at where we stopped the other day. Took us one hour to finish cleaning up. Then we went for the little small hiking again. It was quite slippery because it rained in the morning. It was a good weather to hike. =D Not sunny at all but windy. Lovely. So we sat up there and had some talk. =D And as I was enjoying the cold fresh air, my bboii handed me this lovely thing from no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621095682624836386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBMDqkACdVE/TgIkvdNV0yI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7JyPLYcVTOk/s320/IMG_6749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621095677706128130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v39TJz93TgY/TgIkvK4oSwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/4J-B0l4XNHc/s320/IMG_6755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Hahahaha &lt;i&gt;SWEETNESS&lt;/i&gt;! :D Isn't he just the best thing ever? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;Jogging with him was tiringg. =/ But nice. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); " &gt;Anyways, I'm quite tired now. Gonna hit the sack. Nights ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1821260445646387904?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1821260445646387904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1821260445646387904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1821260445646387904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-day.html' title='perfect day.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBMDqkACdVE/TgIkvdNV0yI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7JyPLYcVTOk/s72-c/IMG_6749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1301412505821071334</id><published>2011-06-18T13:37:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:38:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619430607327336706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uwkXyxTBmk/Tfw6XUW0GQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/gkOdazQoGkI/s320/Cytrynki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand..&lt;br /&gt;is it me, or is it you?&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best, but is it still not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not trying to change anyone,&lt;br /&gt;i just hope you're different from others,&lt;br /&gt;cause in my heart, you definitely play a different role than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i know i cant let go of you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;and i know u wont too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding sucks a lot. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1301412505821071334?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uwkXyxTBmk/Tfw6XUW0GQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/gkOdazQoGkI/s72-c/Cytrynki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1807825645552947609</id><published>2011-06-07T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:12:52.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgawdd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i swear i finally figure out what/how is the feeling of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;butterflies in the tummy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1807825645552947609?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1807825645552947609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/omgawdd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1807825645552947609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1807825645552947609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/omgawdd.html' title='omgawdd!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6755061047979374034</id><published>2011-06-04T22:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:24:39.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;today turned out to be a good day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4th of June 2011! &amp;lt;3 a day to be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;wheee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iXTdyFel6Vc/TepHVdWZc9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/QiQ9KvpX9UQ/s320/IMG_6733.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614378319452140498" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i know he bought this right outside the cinema just now, but i think its the heart that matters. no? haha. yes, it might seem a lil insincere but thats alright.. he finally have the guts to.. speak up to me.. and.. yes, ure right! :p he said he has never done this before and he is not good at this at all.. he said he didnt want to do it at first because he thought i wouldnt mind him not asking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that question, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but when i said i actually mind, he still did it even though he doesnt know exactly how or what to do. it might sound a lil ridiculous, but anyways, this still touched my heart. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;in fact, he isnt those sweet and romantic kind of guy (lol yes a lil disappointing), but its okay. you cant expect him to be all perfect. everyone knows no one is perfect. you and i know that very well. what matters is that he cares for me! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyways, i watched INSIDIOUS and its not that bad. i would rate it 6.5 out 10. :D it wasnt as scary as i thought it would be. so i dont think there will be any nightmare for me tonight! wheee, im bravee!!! xD on the other hand, he was.. quite the scaredd. teeheee xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gonna hit the sack now! nights people.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6755061047979374034?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6755061047979374034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6755061047979374034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6755061047979374034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iXTdyFel6Vc/TepHVdWZc9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/QiQ9KvpX9UQ/s72-c/IMG_6733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1324244662899853663</id><published>2011-06-04T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T02:20:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets just hope that tmr(4th june) will be a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;i wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;frankie J - Obsession &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1324244662899853663?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1324244662899853663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1324244662899853663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1324244662899853663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder..'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1006663308614754361</id><published>2011-06-01T02:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:59:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free like a bird :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHHHHEEEEEE~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 DOWN AND ZERO MOREEE TO GO! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;yes, today is the last day of exam. so 1st of june is the first official day of my summer holiday! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;am gonna start to go on a&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; diet. LOL. uh huh, i know its not my first time saying this and its not like i have lost any weight or anything. so yeah, i&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :( BUT this time it WILL work out! :D imma lose to 50kg. WOOOTSS. big big challenge! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; dream on suli, dream on! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;AHHHH! i hope i can pass all my subjects, get 50% and above so that i can continue taking the ptptn. BUT i kinda screwed up my 112. hahah. i dont understand why does everyone say it was not that hard. :S nvm! i will just resit for the paper if i dont pass. sigh. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;so after the exam, we went for buffet dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TAO&lt;/span&gt;. the food was okay only. expected to be better. hahah. i ate till i drop. i ate like a buffalo. or wtv words you used to describe somone eating damn a lot. ohhmygawdd, my tummy came out. my waist has increased by a few inches. i took so much food because i wanted to make my RM 60.60 worth paying for. wahahahhaa stingy me. :P and guess what my friends and i did. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(i dont recall who) &lt;/span&gt;suggested this idea that we take wasabi and put it on the green tea flavoured ice cream for our lecturers. wahahhaha! it was quite bad of us.. hahaha! luckily none of them got mad. LOL. xD i thought Dr Shaun was mad because his expression told me so. :S the way they reacted were damn hilarious! good job to us! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;sadly i didnt take much pictures. :( but i get to spend quality time with him and his gang. LOL. ;) honestly speaking, i dont have much things to talk to his gang BUT im still trying. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;and im kinda jealous when he puts his hands on others' girls shoulder. zzz. is it normal for all girls to feel that? :S hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;im happy for everything that has happened and also that is happening. :D i wouldnt know what will happen in the future, so lets just hope things will turn out good.. even if it doesnt, theres always a way to solve it. uh huh, and &lt;strong&gt;ONLY IF&lt;/strong&gt; both of us are willing to find the solutions. xD haha. oh well, i have faith in us! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this lyric speaks everything,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we dont need to rush this,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's just take this slow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know if we give this a little time,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will only bring us closer to the love we wanna find&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's never felt so real, no it's never felt so right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TRUST &amp;amp; FAITH are what we need! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;some photos took after exam and @ tao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsdGMJCEHAs/TeVGHblulII/AAAAAAAAAoY/7Yn-3bHMXXo/s1600/IMG_6607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612969604066219138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsdGMJCEHAs/TeVGHblulII/AAAAAAAAAoY/7Yn-3bHMXXo/s320/IMG_6607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;yeanteng and i :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPUnekIcJ5w/TeWyG8Pch-I/AAAAAAAAApI/Hy0FSNubKtw/s1600/IMG_6612.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613088342907062242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPUnekIcJ5w/TeWyG8Pch-I/AAAAAAAAApI/Hy0FSNubKtw/s320/IMG_6612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;my buddies! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgNkqvXhyas/TeWzO_nevJI/AAAAAAAAApY/xKqCEtx6IyQ/s1600/IMG_6616.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613089580763757714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgNkqvXhyas/TeWzO_nevJI/AAAAAAAAApY/xKqCEtx6IyQ/s320/IMG_6616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;kah hwa and my bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_GMmoX1dDk/TeW0zA1KcmI/AAAAAAAAApg/nhD8CrMY7PM/s1600/IMG_6618.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613091299076502114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_GMmoX1dDk/TeW0zA1KcmI/AAAAAAAAApg/nhD8CrMY7PM/s320/IMG_6618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;soon siang, a person who never fails to close his eyes in most of the pics and jia le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last but not least,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCc9K4ZuojA/TeW1QSs_MNI/AAAAAAAAApo/62YCX8rdwDM/s1600/IMG_6619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613091802090254546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCc9K4ZuojA/TeW1QSs_MNI/AAAAAAAAApo/62YCX8rdwDM/s320/IMG_6619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats about it! ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summer, here i comee!!! xD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happppppppppiiieee summmmeeer holidaaayyy!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1006663308614754361?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1006663308614754361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/free-like-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1006663308614754361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1006663308614754361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/06/free-like-bird.html' title='free like a bird :)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsdGMJCEHAs/TeVGHblulII/AAAAAAAAAoY/7Yn-3bHMXXo/s72-c/IMG_6607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6496237085971351935</id><published>2011-05-10T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:07:16.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful kiss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wooots, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one down and three more to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i screwed my first paper so i think its time to really work hard on the other 3 papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is a very memorable day. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;and i can finally answer the question i have asked in the previous post,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS DEFINITELY NOT A DREAM! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just A Kiss&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/span&gt; is so naaisseeee! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and it was indeed a beautiful kiss. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma gonna study! fighting for whats left.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6496237085971351935?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6496237085971351935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6496237085971351935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6496237085971351935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-kiss.html' title='a beautiful kiss..'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7947960963323703401</id><published>2011-05-07T03:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T03:24:20.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when dreams turn into reality..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;am i dreaming or what? can someone please tell meee! :D&lt;br /&gt;i hope when i wake up the next morning, everything will remain the same! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;have i made the right choice? is this what i wanted? :S most importantly, AM I DREAMING? hahah. i think i ask too much.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it better to just let it flow than to come up with questions that dont even have exact answers? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, never neglect my studies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gotta kamikaze for my finals right now! :D&lt;br /&gt;MPH112 i gotta take you down! time to study your history..for NHS, GPhC, MDA, CD's etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;gonna burn the midnight oil.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dream turns into reality! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th of May 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7947960963323703401?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7947960963323703401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-dreams-turn-into-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7947960963323703401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7947960963323703401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-dreams-turn-into-reality.html' title='when dreams turn into reality..'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6835303277278611214</id><published>2011-04-30T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:34:29.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all blues</title><content type='html'>next week i will have my sunspace and lab test. the following week is when my finals begin! urghh, this is stressful. exam season arr!! :S stress stress streeessss!!! but one month later imma gonna fly like a birdiee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH! NOT FOCUSED, what am i doing now? crap shytee! but my bro constantly remind me to study! :S appreciate that a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;one moment youre so happy about something, the next moment its all screwed up and you become so down! :S why? i just dont get it. happy moments just wouldnt stay, not even a lil longer? :S ohmygod. &lt;/p&gt;im just bored of studyingg! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'things would have been different..&lt;/span&gt;' said by one of my friend, not to me of course but we were talking bout smth. anyways, this sentence made me quite emotional. i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of somthing, but i just couldnt recall what was it. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i gone beyond the line? i have no idea but i know if i continue doing so, i would be in dead shit. i wouldnt want history to repeat again. once is more than enough! :S just hope that this time things would be different. :D pray for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sstudyy time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6835303277278611214?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6835303277278611214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6835303277278611214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6835303277278611214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-blues.html' title='all blues'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4551004954651715838</id><published>2011-02-14T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:51:07.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VDAY! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;happy valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to u ppl out there. couples/non-couples. haha. well, this is the 19th yr that im going to celebrate alone. sounds sad? lool. its nothing actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;had to rush my reports ytd and didnt really want to come for lectures today because i couldnt open my eyes for real. but i have to pass up the report, so no choice. AND urgh i hateeee herr! supposingly i have lab today, but she suddenly cancelled the lab! what the heck. i bet she wants to celebrate with her hubby laaaaaaa. since its vday today, i forgive her. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7BU9WWYW1U/TVk9dr5ljvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eNY5FVEgwec/s1600/PB150072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573553594057461490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7BU9WWYW1U/TVk9dr5ljvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eNY5FVEgwec/s320/PB150072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;we were so young! :D i miss u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDfM5kZhg3E/TVk8X3x1s6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Fh9zsZl4KHQ/s1600/IMG_5949.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573552394655347618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDfM5kZhg3E/TVk8X3x1s6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Fh9zsZl4KHQ/s320/IMG_5949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dooggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2zfN9MTeK_c/TVk8XhWkPQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/PxkCdTWqo_w/s1600/IMG_5952.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573552388635376898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2zfN9MTeK_c/TVk8XhWkPQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/PxkCdTWqo_w/s320/IMG_5952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;test test and TESTS! :( summer break pls come fast! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i fell in love with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to december&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by taylor swift. i have been listening for weeks and still not bored with it yet. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AHHH, I HAVE GAINED WEIGHT! :( :( :( WHY IS IT SO EASY TO GAIN WEIGHT AND SO HARD TO LOSE WEIGHT? T.T i think i'll have bread for lunch in uni from now on. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4551004954651715838?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4551004954651715838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/vday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4551004954651715838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4551004954651715838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/vday.html' title='THE VDAY! :)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7BU9WWYW1U/TVk9dr5ljvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eNY5FVEgwec/s72-c/PB150072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-5766605258037428377</id><published>2011-02-09T19:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:07:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boooooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my sis has been to korea for, hmm, 5 days. she looks pretty much the same. hahaha, at least for now. maybe she will grow super thin by the time she comes back. around 100 plus more days. hahhaa. we are counting down the days that she will be back. ahhh, cant wait for that day to come. hahaha. ytd while skyping with my sis, i print screen my sister's roommate. HAHAHHAA. i really want to show BUT my face is just so ugly that i might scare all of u off. so yeah. lol. anyways, she is doing pretty good there. thats what she said. just that its so freaking hard to communicate with the people there. their english, of course not as good as my sister's. hahah. and its so cold there. hope my sis will just be fine there. hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW, i had a supeeeer sweeeet dream last night. i wouldnt say it was the best dream but still, i havent had such dream for a very long time. :) how nice if it was real. hahaha. okayys, the dream was about &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;. we were so close. we talked so much. and end of story. LOL. well, u guys wont understand la. its undesribable. the feeeling was just so perfect i tell u. its really really lovely. ahhhhhhhhhh, why didnt it last longer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT why did i have to dream about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one question : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do people dream? WHY WHY WHYYYY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pls dont tell me its because u think of that person toooooooooooooooo much because even when i dont think about the lady who sells oranges in the night market, i still dream of her. zzz. its just so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he appeared in my dream, just like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-5766605258037428377?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/5766605258037428377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/boooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5766605258037428377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5766605258037428377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/boooooooo.html' title='boooooooo!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7525115261416979744</id><published>2011-02-05T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:57:56.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hardest goodbye :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i never thought that the feeling would be this bad. you just couldnt control your feelings no matter how hard you try to. tears would just roll from your eyes down ur cheek. :( i tried my best not to cry, but it was so hard. when my mom started to shed tears, i couldnt help it but cried too. being apart from my sister for months is really a torture. :( the house feels so quiet without her cause she sort of talks a lot in this house. i couldnt imagine how my mom would be like in another 1.5 yrs time when i have to go UK. :( i couldnt bear to see my mom being so sad, crying when shes me going up the escalator. oh crap. at least now she still has me, by tat time, she only has my brother. :( just now my mom asked how would the house be when i leave msia, and i kept quiet, almost going to cry but stopped myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my sister called just now saying that she has safely reached. oh thank you god! :) and the senior was there to pick her up back to uni. luckily this time her senior didnt ffk. if not i would seriously fly to korea and give him a kick at his lil brother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;KAKAAAAAAA, I MISSSSSS YOUUUU! :) I HOPE TIME PASSES VERY FAST SO THAT I CAN SEE HER AGAIN ON JUNE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7525115261416979744?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7525115261416979744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/sayonara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7525115261416979744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7525115261416979744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/sayonara.html' title='the hardest goodbye :('/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1133022264059302370</id><published>2011-02-04T20:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:37:05.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye is always hard to be said :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to every soul/non-soul in this world!!! :) May everyone be blessed with happiness, health and wealth in this cute little rabbit year! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies (like i always say). My sister will be flying off to Korea tomorrow. How fast huh?! Sigh. :( I always thought that it was still a long time till the day comes. Urgh. Its very very very sad you know. We have never been separated before since we were born. Although sometimes she would stay in the old hse and I would be in the new hse, but thats not counted since we still can meet see each other in the weekends. This time, i could ONLY see her via skype!!! :( AHhhHHhHHhHhhH!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm very excited for her. To study abroad has always been her dream! :) Now that she has the chance to, I'm damn happy for her although we have to be apart from each other. Korea might not be the place she always wanted to further her studies, but I'm pretty sure she would fall in love with Korea once she stepped on the land. Well, maybe not once, but eventually she would ! :) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that my sister will meet good people, have good roommate, able to cope with the people in her class, able to adjust with the drastic change of weather and etc. ( and the list goes on )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WILL I CRY? WILL MY SISTER CRY? WILL MY PARENTS CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I DONT KNOWWWW!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when my mom gave my sister and I the red pocket, she wished us something which she usually wouldnt. HAHA. My sister and I were shocked and we seriously laughed out loud. She said, ' xi wang ni de xue yueh qing pu, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;qing nian hui you tao hua yun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ' (sorry for my bad chinese pinyin). Usually she would say 'Dont think so much about love, concentrate on studies. Studies always come first.' LOL. Well, isnt it obvious that there's only one reason. Must be because we still havent got any bf at this age!!! AHHhhHHhhHhHhHH. Not only I'm scared, now she's scared too. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TUwJG4kH6tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NpGflWIbc74/s1600/IMG_6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569836853018225362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TUwJG4kH6tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NpGflWIbc74/s320/IMG_6138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my first time wearing skirt out with the girls. *shy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have got a lot to say, have been thinking a lot. :( will blog about it soon. now i gotta continue doing the farewell present for my sister, a lovely photo album. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1133022264059302370?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1133022264059302370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-of-all-happy-chinese-year-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1133022264059302370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1133022264059302370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-of-all-happy-chinese-year-to.html' title='goodbye is always hard to be said :('/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TUwJG4kH6tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NpGflWIbc74/s72-c/IMG_6138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4769370344593903311</id><published>2010-12-14T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:10:06.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im damn farking emo ryte now. IM SERIOUS! my life is so bad. very very bad!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if im just born stupid or, im just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i did quite badly in my sunspace test. T.T i was shocked. emoemoemoemoemo! i wonder why my friends can get so much higher than me. T.T stoooooooopiid!&lt;br /&gt;BUT honestly saying, i did not put in much effort in all these tests at all. you seee, these tests always fall on a monday, and i have piano class on saturday. by the time i reach home (gombak), i would take a nap, about 3 hours. then i would study, but not for long cause i need to prepare to go back to my rawang hse. by the time i reach rawang hse, i would be so sleepy that i could doze off anytime. then SUNDAY, a so relaxing day. in the morning, i have home tuition till 12. after that, i would &lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;. then eat. then sometimes&lt;strong&gt; STUDY&lt;/strong&gt; again, then &lt;strong&gt;NAP&lt;/strong&gt;, a must thing to do if i planned not to sleeep early that night! well, how could a person possibly finishes reading all the notes given by lecturers &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IN A DAY&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and i&lt;strong&gt; DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; study a month earlier. i study a week earlier. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GONNA CHANGE THIS ATTITUDE. i farking promise myself.&lt;br /&gt;the coming january test, im so gonna get bloody good results. FARK! im so pissed at myself. really so cilaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna waste my time thinking of shits anymore. and less time on FB! stupid addictive site. shitsss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRUST ME, I CAN DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so freaking saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad ryteee now! :( :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES MOEY SU-ZHEN, I ONLY LIKE JUST A DREAM BY SAM TSUI! &lt;3 LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4769370344593903311?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4769370344593903311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-damn-farking-emo-ryte-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4769370344593903311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4769370344593903311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-damn-farking-emo-ryte-now.html' title='FML!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3604708619469289751</id><published>2010-11-21T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:03:24.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new stage in lifee</title><content type='html'>its been more than a month since i started uni. after long and serious consideration, i decided to study in Segi instead of nottingham. actually, its more like my parents decided for me. and yes, youre right. the building which looks just like a mosque. every time u turn ur head, u'll definitely see ppl of that race. im not being racist, just stating the fact. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing pharmacy now. a course which i never thought i would want to study. everytime ppl advise me to take this course, i would just give 'the look' and say NOO. i dont know why, it just didnt interest me. however, after doing some research and listening to diff people's point of view, being a pharmacist is not that bad afterall. good pay in the future. lol. and it will be as fun as any other courses so long as i enjoy this course. so yeah! :) but of course nothing is easy. have to work hard to gain what u aim for. grr, theres so much for me to memorise. there are like a looooong looooooong list of drugs' names to memorise.. and its confusing yo. Uni life is so diff as i have always imagined. i thought it would be exactly the same as those on tvs. hahaha. in segi, i met so many new friends. they're really funny people. always talking rubbish and very crappy too. i think im slowly becoming a super lame person. oh crap! my new friends are quite the smart. they dont seem to be paying much attention in class but they can get real good results. this really scares me alot! and rytee, i neeeeed MOTIVATIONS! urghh. sometimes i really feeel quite left behind. its scaring me a lot. i think i have to spend less time on comp and more time on books. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on? easy said than done. ytd, i took train from gombak to kelana jaya for my placement. yes, its like one end to the other end. lool, damn sad rytee. and michelle hii's dad fetched me from there. thats not the point. the point is that i passed by a station and it reminded me of so many things. :( its really hard to forget someone especially when that person once meant so much to you. urgh, its really killing me inside. we dont even talk anymore. maybe once in a while. sigghh. i hate giving any sort of advices to anyone now cause i realise i only know how to talk big and when it happens to me, i cant do any of those shits. so ppl, i can just be a good listen. geeezz, i promise ill not fall for any guys so easily anymore. being single is cool yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end, I REALLY MISSSS ALL MY GIRLSSSS! FAI FAI COME BACK FROM UK! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i shd stop being emooooo! shits shits shitss. why do shits happen? :( :( :( sometimes i thought to myself, why am i so stupid?! im sure he would be enjoying his life and happy partying with his friends, whereas im just being a sad child here, regretting every moves i have made and hoping time would turn back. thinking of things which brings no good to my life. Zzz. im just a stupid ass. fark my lifeee pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542047732372495602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TOlPDLBSXPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/fhOkO7LbKuQ/s320/IMG_5375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends i usually hang out with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542047738484146130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TOlPDhyav9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/6e1f0tBXxL8/s320/IMG_5580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my new girlfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TOlPEJ-rCnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QdDN50neAKE/s1600/IMG_5527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542047749272963698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TOlPEJ-rCnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QdDN50neAKE/s320/IMG_5527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;goodnight people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JUST A DREAM, a damn nice song! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3604708619469289751?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3604708619469289751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-stage-in-lifee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3604708619469289751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3604708619469289751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-stage-in-lifee.html' title='new stage in lifee'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/TOlPDLBSXPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/fhOkO7LbKuQ/s72-c/IMG_5375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3207674250212957744</id><published>2010-09-16T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:08:21.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to decide, decide and decide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay i think imma gonna make my blog come alive again. i have abandoned you long enough but i think i will abandon u soon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me whats the reason to start blogging again, errm idk, seriously. most probably its because i dont have anyone to talk to and i dont want to keep it to myself. yes im a loner, no friends that i can share my problems with. :( only a few, or maybe just one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel kinda sad that all my friends are leaving, one shot. well, not all but most of them. there are already 7 girls in my gang who will be leaving or have already left. and there are moreeee. everyone is going to different unis, studying diff courses, making new friends, adding another chapter in their lives. its no longer like when we graduated from our secondary school where we could still meet each other outside, yamcha, gathering or just for lunch. now that they're going to a new place, far far away land and i have no idea when we will ever meet again. its damn sad that we wont be able to hang out again like last time. break time, to the canteen and start gossiping like nobodys business. if i think it this way, 'why do we have to grow up? why cant we just stay the way we are?', i think im being very immature. things will eventually change and we have to learn to live with it. old friends go, and new friends come. but i dont mean when we meet new friends, we must forget the old ones. hopefully the new technology will keep us all in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im being very &lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt; right now. whenever my close/good/best friend is going to leave, i will be damn emofied and start crying. you see, im a damn emotional person. one second i can be laughing, the next second i can be all quiet and emo-ing there.&lt;br /&gt;the day when yuwern left, i cried. i dont know why, i blame the weather. it was raining heavily that morning. lame excuse, i know. when i saw the msg he replied, my eyes became so watery. he has always beeen a good brother to me. although he always talk rubbish and loves to crap so much that my ears can go deaf one day. but thats what makes him him. those days when he calls me crab and banana and all were the best and i definitely miss calling him 'zf'. lol. he has been very helpful. to be honest, he is really different from other guys i have met. he loves fishes. haha i know you might think its nothing, or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'cheh, i also like fishes lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'. but this guy here really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loves fishes. he can name so MANY different species. and whenever he named them to me, i would just go like &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ohh, really ar?&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;'i see, ey i didnt know that wei!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember the time when shon was leaving, i cried too. his ugly handwriting makes me wanna tear the paper but i would never do that. he is the best buddy ever! and im really happy and satisfied that we still keep in touch, just not that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i really do miss &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; time of my life. those times when he cared so much for me and we spent so much time together. i regret for being such an ass. blaming him everytime for no blooody reason and being so inconsiderate. i miss those times when we always msg each other till late night. seriously if time could travel back to the past, i would never be an ass anymore. i would control my feelings and do whatever it takes for us to stay the way we were. but i know its impossible. he was once so important to me, well he still is. he plays such an important role in my life. all i gotta do now is to accept the fact that we cant be like last time anymore. i have to learn to let go or else it would be so painful. that day as i was readin the conversation btw us last time, we have changed so much. we no longer talk like last time. thats the saddest part. i hate to tell myself that, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'those things are the past, and i shd look forward to my future'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; maybe its just fated that we cant be together.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like expressing my feelings here because i cant hold on to it anymore. actually if i hv a choice i wouldnt blog it but i might just go crazy if i continue keeping it to myself. its killing me inside and im serious. so i decided to write it down in my blog. who knows 10 yrs later when i plan to read back all my post, i might laugh at this.&lt;br /&gt;guys, dont ask me who the guy is. and dont guess yourself. read and just forget it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i appreaciate what i have now.&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my family, my friends and whoever plays a role in my life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and i really wanna say, do what you think is right and dont ever regret for the choice you have made. just live with it.&lt;br /&gt;my friend once said, you only have one life, and live your life to the fullest.so you will never have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough with the emo emo feelings. now comes to my studies. all my friends are leaving to UK soon, knowing what they wanna go for. and its my turn to think for myself. i have two choices now, Nottingham or Monash. Well, obviously i would wanna go to Nottingham because of a few reasons. and the course i picked is really cool. Pharmaceutical and health sciences. whereas if i plan to go to Monash, i will study Medical bioscience. i dont know why but the monash campus didnt really attract me when i went to visit it the other day. haha. i havent been to nottingham but from the pic i saw on the internet, its definitely better than monash. LOL. im just assuming. i really dont know how to pick. theres a lot for me to decide and think and i really hope i wont regret for whatever im gonna choose. when comes to decision making, im damn bad. i seriously have to start learning to decide for myself. i really dont want to depend on anyone else. i feel like a baby everytime people decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;im in a big dilemma now. to go nott or not. semenyih is really far and i really dont want to leave my father alone at home. (well you guys wont understand cause its complicated) and if i pick monash i can go home everyday BUT its not what i really want. this aint a short course, its a 3 yrs course. so i really need to decide proeperly. if i made the wrong choice, the 3 yrs would be damn screwed. omg, i cant imagine it. :( horribleee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2.30am now and im chatting with yuwern! hahaha. its 7.30pm there. LOL. and guess what he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suli - http://picasaweb.google.com/mofstyle says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;damn cold ther rightt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yuwern says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wat tme over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suli - http://picasaweb.google.com/mofstyle says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when starting uni?&lt;br /&gt;2.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yuwern says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cold until misai got ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seems like yuwern is enjoying himself there. haha. the funniest thing he said is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sandwich = bread with cold hard cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lols. and im his 1st contact with Malaysian. he said its really cold there and im imagining that UK is 10 times worse than genting. Genting is already damn cold, imagine a place colder than that. well, all the best to the people who will be going there and TAKE CAREEE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its 3am and i think i better get some rest now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can we really pretend the airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when i was small, i used to think that airplanes were shooting stars! im serious. how nice being small kids, everything they see are so different. lol. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3207674250212957744?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3207674250212957744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/09/decide-decide-and-decide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3207674250212957744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3207674250212957744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/09/decide-decide-and-decide.html' title='time to decide, decide and decide!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7565025946664752773</id><published>2010-02-01T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:43:47.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too little too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it seems like i just finished spending the 5 days of holidays after exams. had some awesomee plans after the torturing exams. but i can hardly type now and you will know why soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i cleaned my new house for half a day. it was quite dirty. cause i never touched the broom during the exams. haha. then had some rest since i was already half dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;saturday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my sis and i went to alan's house. saw candy and we talked soooooo much. it was as if we havent seen each other for 10 years. haha. she was still so cute. like a kiddy with no worries. everything had already been done by her parents and all. OHHH, and she looked so much closer to alan. so happy for her. it was very different compared to last time. hmm, seemed like alan has grown up. rightt. xD then we went little genting and we saw esmond with his parents. haha. guess which idiot was sitting in front of me during the dinner? i couldnt even eat my dinner properly. his words got thorns. haha. my childhood friend, jian seong low. hahaha. but it was good that we could spend some time talking and catch up before he leaves again to aussie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; my sis and i went mv. to shop for clothes. was okay la. but there was something on the way to mv. there was this idiot, kept on looking at us. i was so terrified okay. he was looking at us all the time. when we reached the station, we were trying to stay with the crowd because he couldnt do anything when there's a lot of people. we even let him walked first then only we walked up the stairs. so then, after passing the machine, my sis and i quickly ran down the bridge and he ran behind us too. i was like wtf? then we stopped and looked at him only then he walked the other way. damn stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; went bouldering with the twins, alan low jian seong and yi siang at wangsa maju. the place is called mad monkeyz. my hands are so tiring and painful after climbling the wall. but it was funn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. we saw racheal there too with his brother and tze khang. guess what i did.. i locked jian seong in the toilet. HAHAHHA. he was like, 'im locked inside. eh push &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; thing.' LOL. funny sia. then we went nearby to have my lunch/dinner without alan and yisiang. it was cheap and delicious. =) hmm, next time i should ask ms angeline to go since its so near tmn melati. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;alright. im so freaking tired. now you know why i can hardly type. this ok-ly short post took me like an hour plus plus because i stopped a few times to rest my hands and fingers. :( maybe the next time i go, i wouldnt feel this tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahhhhhhhh, college starts &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. siens. im going to be so tired tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;am looking forward for the other plans. heee! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7565025946664752773?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7565025946664752773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/02/plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7565025946664752773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7565025946664752773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/02/plans.html' title='too little too late'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-5338718856031275222</id><published>2010-01-28T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:01:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn the lights on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pictures taken on the twin's party  @ redbox, gardens. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;awesome blowsome partyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYUI5umZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/u8q0xHuaWKg/s1600-h/IMG_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431719728595769746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYUI5umZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/u8q0xHuaWKg/s320/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FbFMOtI3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/aDWCdS8Y9zE/s1600-h/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431722770325906290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FbFMOtI3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/aDWCdS8Y9zE/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FbFpqVgmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LgY8NSp7p0U/s1600-h/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431722778226426466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FbFpqVgmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LgY8NSp7p0U/s320/IMG_2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FbEHQJ21I/AAAAAAAAAlw/E6iMR2LuyqQ/s1600-h/IMG_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431722751809936210" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYVKGvzAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MZnarGZNKUs/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYUuhyhOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w-zvvfrSXFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431719738695910626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYUuhyhOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/w-zvvfrSXFQ/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYVo8R8pI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DI-fnnuVtQY/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431719754376278674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYVo8R8pI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DI-fnnuVtQY/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-5338718856031275222?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/5338718856031275222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-lights-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5338718856031275222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5338718856031275222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-lights-on.html' title='turn the lights on.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/S2FYUI5umZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/u8q0xHuaWKg/s72-c/IMG_2228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8902600904566025700</id><published>2010-01-28T11:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:45:11.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fffffffffinalllyyyyyy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nine down and zero to gooo! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOOK WHO'S BACK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WHO IS BACK? xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month has been a hell to me, to my fellow dudes and dudettes. it feels like i have wasted a whole month doing nothing productive, besides studying to score &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; results. although i studied, i doubt that i can get good results. like what ms angeline said, your results will be about the same as the trials. and my trials results were like shit. so yeah. AND i have soooooo much to say about this exam. all the unsatisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chemistry 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. first paper i took. it was okok. the paper was not that hard, but not that easy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;S1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. this paper was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Biology 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. holy cow. this paper was horrible. confirm no A. i got mixed up with the stupid withering's method. screwwwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;M1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. this paper was okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accounting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hmm, what to say. i never liked accs as much as maths. i just hope for a pass or maybe better than just a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i hate this paper. cause i was so dumb that i left the last page empty. f*** wei. confirm no A again. i didnt know until the invigilator said &lt;em&gt;put down your pen&lt;/em&gt;. seriously i felt like crying when i saw the last page. i didnt dare to tell ms angeline about this. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chemistry 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i thought it was okay at first. until my sister started talking, talking and talking. and thats when i found out i made a lot of silly mistakes. shiiit liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh well, what should i say. this paper was so much to write. i almost didnt hv enough time to complete the last question. i was rushing like &lt;em&gt;toot toot train&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chemistry 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. this paper was shit cow. i studied so much but what i studied didnt come out whereas what i didnt really put much effort while studying came out so much. this is really a joke. a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NOT FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH.&lt;/strong&gt; i think i only can get 2 As, that is S1 and M1. lol. i seriously screwed up this exam. now i have to start collecting money to retake all the science papers. sigh. well, i wont use my parents' money if i ever going to retake any papers. so people, invite me to your hse during &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we shall &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GAMBLEEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! aiyo, one year once. people dont so potong steam laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feels so quiet.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didnt feel like new year. didnt go to anyone's house to celebrate. didnt go out with friends.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didnt feel like a birthday. so pitiful.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;urgh. this year is so different. normally new year is when people feel really excited as they're getting their asses back to school or college. ( i miss my high school life ) but this year, new year is exam. studying for exams. feel so pathetic. sigh. but anyway, its over now, till next semester. time to relaxx. err, i think we are getting our results on march. dengg wei. okok dont think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have so manyy questions to ask. but i just dont get the answers i have been wanting to know so much. i still dont know why. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;let it fall, let it wash away all the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;new year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;new life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as everyone says and thinks so. i hope i will have a new life too. =) its really important to let you keep going throughout the year. i wanna be a strong woman, like a superwoman. uh huh? you think i cant? i'll prove it to you. =) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel so lost. as though i have lost every moves in my life. now, i feel like changing the course i have chosen. because im afraid in future i might not get high pay and noone is going to hire me. but what to? headaching again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now its 1.30pm and i still havent taken my shower and eaten my breakfast yet. and i have a &lt;strong&gt;list&lt;/strong&gt; of house chores to do. before my sister left the house for her last paper, she wrote them down. i was like shit cow. well, its not a long list but each chores i have to do takes a &lt;strong&gt;loooooong&lt;/strong&gt; timee. this is what i dislike when a person finishes exam first than the other siblings. hmphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;freeeeedom&lt;/span&gt;. everyone is going to be freee. great. thats what i like. btw, i hate my new TIMETABLE. suckss. =( i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont know how they arrange them. one chemistry lesson in the morning, another in the afternoon. why cant they just make it together? very fun is it. i want to go home early, i dont mind coming early to college. SIGH. and college is starting next tuesday. damnnn. and we alpha, are going to join delta for bio. nono, delta is going to join us. sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neeeeeeeeed to go shopping badly. i have no new clothes for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; chinese new year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is BAD. i am looking forward for all the plans. :) dont you? loveeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the person you like doesnt mean will treat you nice, the person who treats you nice doesnt mean is the person you like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8902600904566025700?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8902600904566025700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8902600904566025700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8902600904566025700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-rain.html' title='let it rain'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-2080749600894484985</id><published>2009-12-04T14:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:14:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today i had my ielts speaking test. it was horrendous. haha. i was given this title something like, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'a time when you receive a phone call telling you a happy news'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i didnt know what to crap, what to say. i startled for a few times cause my mind was sooooo blank. i just crapped what i could think of, anythinggg that was on my mind, which was actually NOTHING! anywaysss, i guess it was okay. tomorrow will be listening, reading and writing. damn swtt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cut my hair. it is so freaking short, short, shortttt! and i dont really like it but theres nothing i can do about it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its toooooooooo late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ill just have to wait for my hair to grow long again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i said something was wrong with my dog the other day, and something is really wrong with him. on wednesday, when my sis was applying medicine to his wound, she saw something crawling. &lt;strong&gt;FFAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK,&lt;/strong&gt; it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;maggots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in his leg. yes, the maggots were inside his leg and we could see 3 holes on his leg. there were plenty of them. it was funny that my brother and sister were swearing while taking the maggots off the holes. its impossible for me not to swear at that kind of situation. lol. it was damn grosss. everyone who saw those maggots coming out from the holes would feel like puking. trust me. it was way tooooooooooo disgusting. at first we thought that there was only one hole with maggots in it. then when my sister open up the paws, she saw another two holes in between. holy moly, i seriously felt like throwing up. the holes were so much bigger. i pity my dog. he looked so painful. :( i hate maggots. stupid flies with no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cut my hand.. with the measuring tape. :( but i didnt cry. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shon is coming back soon. and yes, we are going to play pool and foosball. he is going to pay for everything. haha. such a good friend huh? hee! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes. it takes time to realise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think im lack of time. that blarrdy jan exam is coming and im still so lost in everything. dengg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-2080749600894484985?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/2080749600894484985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/12/realise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2080749600894484985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2080749600894484985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/12/realise.html' title='realise'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4601703696942992604</id><published>2009-12-01T09:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:17:17.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor dog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some people just never learn after having gone through so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my soon-to-be-neighbour's father-in-law is a &lt;em&gt;fengshui &lt;/em&gt;sifu. haha. last friday he came to kl from perak for hols. lallallala. i showed him see my palm, the usual thing where they see the lines(i dunno whats that called) on your palm. uh huh and he said smth. smth nice but at the same time not that nice. i think what he said was quite true, cause when i was small, my father also brought me to see some&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fengshui &lt;/em&gt;guy and he said smth quite similar. oh man, everyone who heard what he said laughed, even myself. that night itself, i told one of my goodfriend. he told me not to believe it and just be happy. if i believe them, then that&lt;em&gt; smth&lt;/em&gt; will for sure happen. sigh. BUT i think its quite true and i should believe him. gah.&lt;br /&gt;i fell sick on saturday. :( headachee! whole body aching. but i thought i would be ok by tmr so then i decided to go listen the amali(the L lisence) thingy. but who knows on sunday my body lagi teruk. reached the place at 9 smth and the class started at 10 smth. damn sienss. summore i was alone. durin the class, my head was so pain and my stomach wasnt feeling well. then the malay man who teached us, kept on picking on me. damn swt! he was like, amoi.. amoi.. AMOI. urgh. he asked me so many questions that i felt like kicking his bald head. he said his bald head is sexy during the class. so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;came home at around 4 smth. body still aching and i just slept, from 5 smth to 7 smth. and nobody was at home. sis went out with parents, bro went dating. i was all alone on the bed. sigh. drink water also need to pour myself. haha. then someone msged. thought it was good but gaming was always more important. anyway, im alright d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate my dog but i cant hate him for long. look what he has done to my letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSLgLLyv5I/AAAAAAAAAko/XM8K6jhgH2A/s1600/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410102437253136274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSLgLLyv5I/AAAAAAAAAko/XM8K6jhgH2A/s320/IMG_2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSMV1DmEsI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0Fynkb7Hf8Y/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410103359026107074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSMV1DmEsI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0Fynkb7Hf8Y/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSLf6GT2fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mKWp5ki0HF0/s1600/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410102432666737138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSLf6GT2fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mKWp5ki0HF0/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he loves to show his pity face. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSMWeVCC0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Mlu8DB-X9LU/s1600/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410103370105097026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSMWeVCC0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Mlu8DB-X9LU/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and he is never afraid of caning. still wanna eat the envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now i cant hate him. i dont know what happened to his leg, he just couldnt wake properly in the morning. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and ytd my sis told me so much. i felt so..sigh. questions start flying around my mind again. sighh. i really dont know why am i like this. actually what she told me ytd, she had told me years ago. but i just didnt listen and learn. dont care dont think. its nothing. im cool, youre cool. enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4601703696942992604?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4601703696942992604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-people-just-never-learn-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4601703696942992604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4601703696942992604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-people-just-never-learn-after.html' title='my poor dog.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SxSLgLLyv5I/AAAAAAAAAko/XM8K6jhgH2A/s72-c/IMG_2147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-2095883621485779957</id><published>2009-11-26T14:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:02:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what is future? what is my future? i never realised that each day i'm getting closer to my future. it freaks me out sometimes when i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what if i chose the wrong course? what if i didnt get to finish my master, or even degree? what if what i study wont get any high pay job? what if i dont even get a job? what if my parents arent able to afford the fees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just too many if's for me to worry and the biggest fear is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT IF I REGRET TO WHAT I HAVE CHOSEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sometimes, something makes me think that i should change my course as not many people heard of it. but i dont know what to choose? biotechnology? sighh. im really afraid to think, cause i myself cannot find answers to those questions. time is not going to wait for me and i'm getting closer to my uni life, in less than a year. but i dont get why some people can be so calm. i feel so tensed up and they can be so chilling. they just gave me one word, &lt;em&gt;lazy&lt;/em&gt;. they are lazy to apply for anything now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today is the end of second semester. finally and sigh. but yay, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; holiday = holiday ; relax people. time to chill around and stop studying for a while before you continue due to the coming EXAM on jan. go for holidays. dont stress until pimples start popping out of your face and white hair start growing. haha. i didnt have a chance to say a proper goodbye to most of my friends because all were just too happy rushing out to ENJOY. some of them didnt even come. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, time to relax and take a good rest. this sem has been a really hectic sem. everything was so tough, life and studies. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures taken on tuesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408361160538789810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5b0h7vF7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/7om6Sa2FmrI/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5b1GFeTxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pbga6gbR8aw/s1600/IMG_2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408361170243309330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5b1GFeTxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pbga6gbR8aw/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408361177611182882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5b1hiHIyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/RsTnXruqSHc/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408361194548949138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5b2goY8JI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZB5Bit94aO8/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dEKdZRtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/j88P6Rch_Tc/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408362528627050194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dEKdZRtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/j88P6Rch_Tc/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dEw5wOmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Pz0W4EkpR6w/s1600/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408362538946542178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dEw5wOmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Pz0W4EkpR6w/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dEqYEn5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZA7ye-8vxzM/s1600/IMG_2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408362537194659730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dEqYEn5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZA7ye-8vxzM/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dtC0ZxmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6eDijKCSS2Y/s1600/IMG_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408363230950704738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5dtC0ZxmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6eDijKCSS2Y/s320/IMG_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruth&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can be scary at times. she can just come to you and start asking you something, i mean anything. haha. but she is nice, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-2095883621485779957?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/2095883621485779957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2095883621485779957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2095883621485779957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/future.html' title='future?'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sw5b0h7vF7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/7om6Sa2FmrI/s72-c/IMG_2099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6726211856486232394</id><published>2009-11-23T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:58:33.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was on the way home yesterday, i saw a car with the car plate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;got me laughing all the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;sweet dreams by beyonce is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;body language by jesse is nicee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;bad romance by lady gaga - must listen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;there was no maths class today. went early to college for nothing. NOTHING. sigh. she should have informed us earlier. unless if it was an emergency then its okay. otherwise, hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow gotta be fun. having lunch at gaya's condo with the bio dudes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MS MS MS MS MS.&lt;/span&gt; what to study? how to study? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i still havent started cause whenever i start reading the first word, i fell asleep. trust me, im serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SwpHI7uWQgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/whFXgc3kaEg/s1600/ATT00141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407212521408315906" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SwpHI7uWQgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/whFXgc3kaEg/s320/ATT00141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6726211856486232394?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6726211856486232394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6726211856486232394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6726211856486232394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/blues.html' title='blues'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SwpHI7uWQgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/whFXgc3kaEg/s72-c/ATT00141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-647276724652390239</id><published>2009-11-22T10:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:58:47.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything happens for a reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406755310151734722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SwinTvENFcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/w9LQFPmhnX8/s320/pic124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when something happy is going on, sad thing must come along and spoil the whole situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when we're happily talking, something unhappy will definitely find its way to join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when there is happy moment, it just never last long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to talk nicely, you just wouldnt give me the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you see, there are always ups and downs in life. but there will never be ups and ups in life. why? cause this is what life is all about. and you dont call this unfair. cause if your life is perfect, what for you live? BUT it is unfair when we have more downs than ups in life. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;second sem is ending in like a few days time. fast huh? it feels like we just started our sec sem and now its ending. well, its undeniable that time flies. and we gotta enjoy life every single second.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "try to think of more happy things, dont think of the sad things and life will be easier",&lt;/span&gt; thats what they told me. it is always easier to say than do. how can you not think of sad things when your life is filled with it? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, last week had been a great week. i guess. altho there were times that i didnt like how he acted, but i just have to get used to it cause this is what we are now. haha. and sometimes i do like it. cause we dont have the awkward situation like how we used to have. its great. went foosball and pool with them on friday. it was awesome! to be honest, i felt much happier playing foosball with my bio friends than sze and jeremy teng. haha. so much pressure there, whereas when i was with my bio dudes and balan, i was so relax and it was cool. i scored so much when i was playing with the dudes :) and only scored one playing with jeremy teng they all. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the guys are good in pool. seriously. damn yeng. the girls are so weak. :( i tell you, anthony was so kai(lucky). hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;played pool with kai and su-zhen. bullshit that they won. haha. we were leading, but thanks to my stupidity, i let them win. damn stupid wei. seriously. but it was damn nice. im loving poool cause i know how to play d. last time when i used to play with shon and holee they all, OMG, they didnt even teach me how to play. they just told me to put my hand like this, then like that. and on friday, sze taught us. i know why i couldnt play last time. and now i can. you gotta bend your body. hahahah. and yes, i SCORED. well, i scored last time la. when i tried to hit the black ball in, the white ball went in instead. or shd i say the ball flew up and went in. how genius right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the movie,&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2012&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was AWESome. lallalalalaa. erm, the movie was something like the day after tomorrow. haha. i havent been eating popcorns while watching movie in cinema for so long. cause most of the time, we would hv our lunch before the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID KTM. forever stupid. i hate KTM. smelly, dirty, and slow. and full of peoplee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not to forget, real exam is coming. on jan. luckily no paper falls on my birthday. well, some are a few days before and some are a few days after. scarry wei. im going to take like 9 papers. and accountings. siggh. headaching now. one month time is not enough. not enoughh. exercise exercise and exercise. exercise my brain and also my body. lol. and yes, im so cutting my hair after the exams. =) its too long. and split ends are all over the down part. its ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. KAI DIDNT KNOW WHAT WAS SPLIT END in form 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;gotta spend my time in col nicely,wisely next week. cause its gonna be the last week. i just hope everything goes on smoothly. noone is upset about anything. =) cool. ahh yes, stupid MS test. real stupid. i havent started reading. how shit. 3 hours dreaming? sounds cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;smile and the whole world smiles with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-647276724652390239?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/647276724652390239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-happens-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/647276724652390239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/647276724652390239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='everything happens for a reason.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SwinTvENFcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/w9LQFPmhnX8/s72-c/pic124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4707111527937641441</id><published>2009-11-15T08:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:40:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is better than one :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday went back to col for MS extra class and the mock IELTS test. Entered the class late cause I woke up late. Hee. xD So I was only in MS class for about half an hour then went for the IELTS test. The test was not to say very hard, but not that easy too. Especially the listening part, oh my, their accents. Test ended at 12 smth. I didnt plan to go for the Edu fair in KLCC, but in the end my sis and I went. My sis kept on saying this fair is going to be useless and bla bla due to what we get the last time we went. lol. We were supposed to join Anthony and Sze-Ee in KL Sentral at 12.30pm but Anthony said he would be coming in another 50 mins time so the three of us went to Burger King to have our lunch first. The burgers were so freaking freaking SMALL. So much smaller than last time. Damn kiamsiap. lol. Nothing much to say about this fair. We saw Cas and Aun Chi there but not the others. Talked for a while and they left. Went to a few booths, like Uni of Manchester, Bath, Liverpool, and etc. Before we left, we went to do some survey thingy. There were two parts, one was student's survey and another was visitor's survey. You would get something after doing the survey so the four of us went and we did both. =) All of us got a RM10 starbucks voucher. But we got 5 vouchers in the end. Thats because after you finished the survey, they would put a sticker on your hand or shirt showing that you hv done the survey. So when I went to collect my voucher, they forgot to take the sticker away from me and I just walked away. Then I gave Anthony the sticker and he went to collect another voucher. That was how we got the 5 vouchers in the end. LOL. Our legs were damn tired. Stood the whole time during the fair. And we met quite a number of WMS people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that we went to starbucks. =) And guess what, we didnt even spend a single cent. :):):) Thats the best part. HAPPPPPPPPY happppppy! =) So we chit-chatted there for some time before we went home. We crapped so much. From unis to studies to driving. HAHA. I havent been talking so much crap for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Singapore is going to be my next option. Hee.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I stop, it was Bryan's burfday ytd. Go to fb and see the cake his friend made for him. It loooks damn DELICIOUS. omg, chocolateee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a friend, I was nice enough to wish him ytd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPPPPPY BELATED 18TH BURFDAAYYYY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;two is better than one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4707111527937641441?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4707111527937641441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-is-better-than-one_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4707111527937641441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4707111527937641441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-is-better-than-one_15.html' title='two is better than one :)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8291432141979151571</id><published>2009-11-13T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:45:07.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we're just not meant to be :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are so many things that I want to say, but I'm just so lazy to write them all down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so upset about my results. For all the subjects. Thank to God, I didnt fail any subjects but it's horrendous. My scholarship will be revoked. This is the damn part. I feel so shit right now. I know I can get them back but still, I dont know how to tell my parents, especially my dad. Holyy cow man. I didnt even get an A for Maths. wth la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I dont blame anyone but myself. I dont blame the things that happened recently. That is no one's fault. I just gotta blame myself for not putting much effort into this trials. If I had started revising earlier, I still could have done the test no matter what happens. I blame myself for not focusing when I'm studying. I have been thinking a lot lately which distracted me from my studies. I know this is bad but I just couldnt stop it. I tried my best not to think about it, but I just couldnt. Pictures of us keeps on popping out in my brain over and over again. From the sweet ones to the bitter ones. It hurts a lot everytime I think about it, for how things between us have changed in just a glimpse of time. Everything is not the same as before. I tried to be strong. In front of my friends, I take this as if its something petty. Whenever they talked about this, I would just go like 'Ahh, I dont care bout him la, and please, we are just friends' but deeep down inside I know I do care for him. I know. I feel so weak. Sometimes, I really hope that I have a goodfriend who can lend me his/her ears to listen to all my problems. Or maybe lend me his/her shoulder when I needed to shed some tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its all my fault for getting such results. If I were stronger, I could have done better. I feel so hideous right now. It's like I'm causing problems for myself, for nothing. And he doesnt give a damn. wth is wrong with me? Yes, I know Im very silly. Screw my life la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope that time passes fast so that I can finally leave college. Although there will be something that I will definitely miss. Dont worry. Its just another 7 more months. I can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;H.A.T.E.U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, bless my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8291432141979151571?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8291432141979151571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8291432141979151571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8291432141979151571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Maybe we&apos;re just not meant to be :('/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4615880120131926786</id><published>2009-10-31T08:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:07:38.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just dont understand why! why me? why my family? why during trials? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;last week had been a really really tough week for me. something i would never want to happen happened. it was a horrible nightmare. sigh. my dad fell sick. he almost gave me a heart attack on thursday night. out of a sudden he felt that his body was so weak. but he is much better now. and whats worse, trials was just in 3 days time. i didnt have time to study at all. sighh. well thank god it was only trials. honestly, i screwed &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;the papers. i cant even do stats and mechs. and i think im going to fail chem 2 and accs. never in my life i felt so blank during exams. im not really worried about the results, im more worried about my dad. i felt so useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was damn stressed. i needed to tell someone but i realise that there was no one i could tell. my friends had to study for their trials. i didnt want to disturb them. i didnt know who to loook for. then i thought of shon so i messaged him. i told him everything. he comforted me and cheered me up. and i really really appreaciate it. thankss a lot. but i felt that we are not as close as last time anymore. i dont know. i dont know if im the one who has changed or if he is the one who has changed. i just hope that i will not lose another good friend. its really hard to find someone, a true friend, that you can tell all your problems to. cause not all of them is willing to listen to you. only true friend will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;god,bless my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4615880120131926786?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4615880120131926786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4615880120131926786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4615880120131926786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1259660115648763487</id><published>2009-10-18T09:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:18:35.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE DIE DIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOLY COW, HOW COULD I FORGET TO DO MY MS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU TIEN YI A.K.A CHEN TIEN A.K.A TIEN PAO FOR REMINDING ME. I LOVE YOU! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHHHEATT WEI. I HAVENT STARTED, DONT KNOW HOW TO START, SUPER LAZY TO START BUT STILL HAVE TO START. AND HAVE TO START RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DUE DATE, 22ND OCT. SCREW IT LA. SUMMORE ITS 1000-1200 WORDS. SHHOOOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PPL, HOW TO DO? HELPPP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1259660115648763487?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1259660115648763487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/die-die-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1259660115648763487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1259660115648763487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/die-die-die.html' title='DIE DIE DIE!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6418349535180201262</id><published>2009-10-17T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:08:12.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain with bow = ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393501163143775202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/StmQu1zXQ-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Ztxec_P-ae0/s320/rainbow_over_a_hill-1761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not all humans are evil, but most of them are. &lt;em&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/em&gt;, I would say that I'm at the evil side. LOL. And I do believe in karma. When I treat others badly, I'll be treated the same way too. :( Yes, I'm saying this because I have tasted the pain before. So from today on, I hope I wont be so mean to my friends or even my enemies(well, I dont think I have any now). Cause the feeling is really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P A I N F U L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You wouldnt like it when someone treat you like shit, ignore you when you tried talking to them or even avoiding you. To &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, I'm sorry for what I've done. If I were to list down all the bad things that I've done, it would take me days to type it cause it would be so freaking long, like 50 new toilet rolls. Sigh. For instance, making fun of them and did not care for their feelings, yelling at them in public, making them embarrassed infront of their friends, ignoring them when they tried to talk to me, getting angry with them for no damn reason, accuse them before even finding out the truth and etc. I know I'm like a devil. :( shytte man, I seriously have to change my this horrible behaviour or else I think everyone would run away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, its very hard to read someone's mind. You thought you had the right guess, but you were wrong. It always happened to me. And sometimes you thought that &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; will not happen &lt;strong&gt;for sure&lt;/strong&gt;, but it happened. Its just so hard to predict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rainbow is so beautiful. 7 different colours. =) rain oh rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trials coming. Urgh, havent really prepared yet. Not even Maths. Yes I know I'm so doooomed. Especially ACCOUNTS. kill me bahh. No more blogging till exams over. Sigggggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happppppppppppy Deeeeeeeeeeepaavaaaleeeeeeeeeeeeeee to all my Indian friends and to those who celebrates it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See, I aint that racist you know. ;p Btw dudes/dudettes, where is my MUUUUURRRUUUUKUUUU? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you wont be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;even if the sky if falling down.&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6418349535180201262?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6418349535180201262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-with-bow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6418349535180201262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6418349535180201262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-with-bow.html' title='rain with bow = ?'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/StmQu1zXQ-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Ztxec_P-ae0/s72-c/rainbow_over_a_hill-1761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3898987555088365225</id><published>2009-10-05T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:34:38.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smileee! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SsnHX3-JfPI/AAAAAAAAAik/G4LIfFDlJNM/s1600-h/Smiley-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389057642101046514" style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SsnHX3-JfPI/AAAAAAAAAik/G4LIfFDlJNM/s320/Smiley-face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; i deserve it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;everyone deserves it.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;show your beautiful dimples and teeth. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know better days will come,eventually.dont be so sad.you have many other things to think about.this is not all you have in life.everything will heal,it just takes time.and i know you can wait.i know you can handle this.dont be so upset over something like this.when you think about it after a few months,you'll probably be laughing at yourself.well,people learn from mistake.just dont do it again when you know you'll suffer like this.everything is fated.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if its yours,it will be yours.if its not,no point struggling bout it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.this is life.if everything comes so perfectly,theres nothing for you to tell your kids 10 years later.HAHA.cheeers.and be more optimistic. xD it saves your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a little note for my dear friend who have been really down lately.you know who you are.and a note to remind myself too.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEEEERS and SMILEEE. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3898987555088365225?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3898987555088365225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/smileee-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3898987555088365225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3898987555088365225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/10/smileee-d.html' title='smileee! =D'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SsnHX3-JfPI/AAAAAAAAAik/G4LIfFDlJNM/s72-c/Smiley-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3288294812495982756</id><published>2009-09-25T16:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:41:07.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue skies, white clouds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its another friday and yes, i was sitting at that place again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what? I saw my ex-chemistry tuition teacher. He went for interview today and he was hired as a full time lecturer. HAHA. And he said he might be replacing Mr Yee who will be taking sick leave on Monday to Wednesday. Holy coww! Pleasssee dont do this to me! I want to goo homeee! Urgggghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Camp was awesome. Came back on Monday. Met new friends. They were such friendly people. Some were really lame. They talked so much, or should I say crapped so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, I disliked two guys in my group cause they were seriously lame cows and were like attention seekers. So when we were having our tea time, one of them asked me to help him to put sanitizer on his hand and I just gave him the angry look and he got scared. Well, I was scared too as I thought he would start swearing at me and start insulting me and all. But he didnt. He asked me if he had owed me any money. Lol. It was funny how we started talking to each other. It was a 3 days 2 nights camp. Last day of the camp was quite sad, having to leave the place and saying byes to my new friends. Seriously I didnt think this was a waste of time. I learned quite a lot from this camp. Now I kinda miss all my group members. At the camp, we were known as the most active group man. We were the most noisy group there. Haha. There was this man who called us the &lt;em&gt;loudspeaker&lt;/em&gt;. Damn funny la. With the two guys(I disliked &lt;strong&gt;at first&lt;/strong&gt;), our group could never be quiet. Now Im okay with them laa. I found them very nice and friendly actually. And very crappyy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Tuesday, I went to MV with the girls. =) It has beeeen such a long time since we all go out together. Haha. But Shu Pei couldnt come because she was at Langkawi. Havent seen Evelyn, Jo Wee, Hui Min, Shea Li and Shu Min for a long long time. I misss them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;College started on Thursday. Hmm, was damn tired. Ms Angeline didnt come and there was no Biology test. HAHA. I didnt know until Resya came and told us. I was like, 'Are you serious?' and she wasnt really sure so I went to the office and asked. And YEESSSS, she was on mc. Anyway, get well soon Ms Angeline. =) Then YinLing, my sister, Sze-Ee and I went to Pasar Seni for lunch. This was my first time going there. Hahaha. Not bad wei. Ate wantan mee. xD Then we were late for Malaysian Studies. Lol. All of them wanted to skip but my sister and I didnt want to skip cause we wanted to skip next week when Mr Yee is taking his leave. Yin Ling skipped. Sze-Ee wanted to skip but Balan took his bag into the class already. So he just had to go for the class. Lol. Sad case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY, tomorrow is a holiday. Hahaha. My sis is going to the Help Games fiesta thingy. I cant go. Siggh. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate acc but I am going to love it, somehow. Yes am very random. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Srybx2OEeQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xBhofBuv2EE/s1600-h/IMG_1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385350535098693890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Srybx2OEeQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xBhofBuv2EE/s320/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZpx4-64I/AAAAAAAAAgM/akNqgSr2xVM/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385348197474298754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZpx4-64I/AAAAAAAAAgM/akNqgSr2xVM/s320/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Group 31! The most active group. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrybybHQmrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/wpfU3shXrZI/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385350545002240690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrybybHQmrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/wpfU3shXrZI/s320/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The two guys I &lt;em&gt;disliked&lt;/em&gt; at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrybxSOaVJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YO8dkDLnhzo/s1600-h/IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385350525436449938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrybxSOaVJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YO8dkDLnhzo/s320/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Srybw-k1MXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/UdqEqPwvN74/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385350520161775986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Srybw-k1MXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/UdqEqPwvN74/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZq1DDQEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/X_Ig1yOsYS4/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385348215501701186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZq1DDQEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/X_Ig1yOsYS4/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZqe_-QiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/pdFD0ePJzrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385348209583211042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZqe_-QiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/pdFD0ePJzrQ/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The farewell supper. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZrbAPHHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/OnCKGlep0k4/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385348225690442866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZrbAPHHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/OnCKGlep0k4/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last day on stage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZrz9C3OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a1-DT6m9fZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385348232387943650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryZrz9C3OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a1-DT6m9fZQ/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to tie this hair for 3 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MV outing with the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryeyHcwYfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zdL3Z4O59Ng/s1600-h/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385353838258577906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryeyHcwYfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zdL3Z4O59Ng/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryezNKbBCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/awXb0Pc-sMo/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385353856972162082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryezNKbBCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/awXb0Pc-sMo/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shu Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sryez8-qLII/AAAAAAAAAh0/SkG08u9UlYs/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385353869807725698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sryez8-qLII/AAAAAAAAAh0/SkG08u9UlYs/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385353845768826514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryeyjbVrpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/WPKY3A_7S5Y/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jowee,Shea Li and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryezfXuZsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_3-vOROIKMI/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385353861859796674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SryezfXuZsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_3-vOROIKMI/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hui Min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrykSeFazdI/AAAAAAAAAic/KGtix_GakBA/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385359891648662994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrykSeFazdI/AAAAAAAAAic/KGtix_GakBA/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shuanggg! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried on many ways. But somehow nothing seemed to work. So I'll just go with the flow. =) Time will proves everything. We just need to wait and see. Yes I can do it. I have to be optimistic, so my life will be better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3288294812495982756?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3288294812495982756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-skies-white-clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3288294812495982756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3288294812495982756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-skies-white-clouds.html' title='blue skies, white clouds.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Srybx2OEeQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xBhofBuv2EE/s72-c/IMG_1650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4266378408068217410</id><published>2009-09-18T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:04:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;library was empty today, as usual. went to sit at my fav place, also a very memorable place. dont ask me where. so as i was sitting there today, many things come flashing back to me again. haha. sad and happy, bitter and sweet. that is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;today tien pao and miss goh just reminded me of the silly embarrasing thing i made during my sec school. the 'jerk girl'. lol. ill write what i did in the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hols with tonnes of assignments &lt;strong&gt;againn&lt;/strong&gt;. siggh. and its not even a week, just 5 days of hols. AND bio test right after hols. SSSIGGGGHHH! plus trials coming. damn stressing wei. I STILL SUCK IN BIO, I DONT KNOW WHY. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;and yes, already gone is really addictive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember all the things we wanted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now all our memories, they're haunted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;we were always meant to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;YO, im going to a camp tomorrow. a 3 days 2 nights camp. so please, no 5K gathering on saturday to monday. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4266378408068217410?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4266378408068217410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4266378408068217410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4266378408068217410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8558800305157703463</id><published>2009-09-13T10:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:43:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth is uglyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sunday? yes, another week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382701965437712562" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrMy6zW2OLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1kyt3D1BzSk/s320/ut.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went to watch 'the ugly truth' at mv last friday. well, i did something really dumb on the way there. well, i always embarrassed myself for nothing. lol. so now when i walk pass that road, ill remember how idiotic i was. but it could be a happy moment we have together. all of us laughing. i dont feel like mentioning it here. i'm lazy to explain and type. btw, his car is terribly dirtyyy. what to do, a guy right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to be honest, this movie wasnt that bad, just a lil disgusting at times. lol. when people like wye shon from australia recommended this movie to me, i'll have to think twice if i really want to watch it. cause its wye shon. LOL. but this time, his taste wasnt that bad. this movie was damn funny and i was laughing all the way. such an &lt;em&gt;educational&lt;/em&gt; movie  huh? doink. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to watch final destination 4 but a lot of my friends said that this movie suck. hahaha. i wouldnt know until i watch it. lalalallalala. the first 3 were quite nice and very gross too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yo, i played foosball for the first time in my life and i scored. haha. i aint a noobbieee. lol. :) but yinling was better. scored quite a lot. peopleeee, i want to play againnn. its sssssoooooooo fun. and we were very loud and noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;already gone by  kelly clarkson is addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lallalallala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;perfect couldnt keep this love alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know that i love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you enough to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i heard from my sister that one of my ex-schoolmate's bf passed away.i have no idea what happened. was shocked when my sister told me that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this makes me feel that life is very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that girl must be feeling damn sad right now. i cannot take it if someone i really love or any of my friends just leave me and never will come back again. it is just so damn scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;youre happily sitting down and watching tv, and suddenly you get a phone call saying he/she just got into an accident and is sent to hospital. you feel like your heartbeat stops for a few sec before it beats again. sighh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TRUTH IS UGLY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8558800305157703463?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8558800305157703463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-is-uglyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8558800305157703463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8558800305157703463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-is-uglyy.html' title='the truth is uglyy'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SrMy6zW2OLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1kyt3D1BzSk/s72-c/ut.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-2866473627083367036</id><published>2009-09-06T01:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:25:06.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pow pow boom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;FINALLYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told myself not to blog until I finished my personal statement. so here I am.&lt;strong&gt; I'm done with my personal statement&lt;/strong&gt;. :):):) Do you know how great the feeling is? I feel so damn relaxed right now. Oh myy, I love this feeling man. HAHA. I dont care if it is not that good yet, as long as I'm done with it. Datin will help me to fix it a lil bit. WWWWOOOOOHHHOOOOO!!! I feel like dancing. Okay nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Havent been talking to elton and justin for quite some time. And last monday, I was added to their conversation box. So yeah, we chatted. Wooooott. They are still the same. They and their slogan, RTO! HAHA. We gossipped like how we usually do. They really know a lot about MCKL, and I dont even know anything about Taylors Subang. Sighh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, when are we going to have a 5K gathering? WHEEENN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you guys la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, went Sunway on Thursday. Lets see who went. Solou gang and their couples, except Kai. So he had to look for friends to accompany him if he wanted to go or else he would be a LONER there. LOL. I tell you all ar, this was such a problematic outing. Well, sort of la. Kai wanted to call off this outing cause I told him maybe my sister and I would not be going. SO he was asked me to confirm with him before Thursday, 12.00am. But I couldnt ask my mother because she slept d so I told him that I would tell him early in the morning. So I msged him during my Maths extra class. Sad right, hols also got extra class and OMG, those wooden chairs in the further maths class suck. It hurts my buttock so much. Anyway, I told him I still couldnt confirm with him cause I forgot to ask my mom. LOL. So he called XQ, idk why. Well, then somehow after a few msges, XQ called me and I told her I would confirm(really confirm) with her before 4.00pm. LALALALLALALA. I lazy to continue dy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had 3 problems at first. First, no transport there. Second, no transport home. Third, havent asked mom yet. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT IN THE END, ALL SOLVED. END OF STORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OHH WAITTT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;TO the main pointttt. We're like so &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people becauseeeeee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF WE DIDNT GO, THEN XQ WOULDNT WANNA GO TOO CAUSE SHE WOULD BE WITH KAI ONLY(with all other couples). THEN CAS TOLD XQ TO GO OR ELSE SHE WOULDNT WANNA GO TOO. I DONT KNOW WHY LA BUT QUITE WEIRD. NVM. SO ITS LIKE, IF WE REALLY DIDNT GO, WE WOULD MAKE OTHERS NOT TO GO TOO. HMMM, I WONDER HOW IT WOULD TURN OUT TO BE LIKE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ohyaa, the funny thing was XQ msged me in the morning asking where were we. so my sis and I planned to lie to her that we were still sleeping, but actually we were already in Caroline's car. reason: i forgot to put alarm. LOL. then she called me and asked me not to lie and all. WELL, my voice really sounded as if I just woke up. hahaha. and yes, she got tricked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS TO CAROLINE FOR TAKING US THERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS TO KAI FOR DROPPING US AT TASIK SELATAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa7ya78pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ZWMxzlZnDGs/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378312731948216978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa7ya78pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ZWMxzlZnDGs/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa6LktYJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/IIW9hj5-kGI/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378312704340353170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa6LktYJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/IIW9hj5-kGI/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa658LVlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7fholoUoCw8/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378312716786816594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa658LVlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7fholoUoCw8/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa7QX3NRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/lxCWYQZC0s4/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378312722808517906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa7QX3NRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/lxCWYQZC0s4/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the gang.the 4 of us.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-2866473627083367036?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/2866473627083367036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/pow-pow-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2866473627083367036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2866473627083367036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/09/pow-pow-boom.html' title='pow pow boom!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SqOa7ya78pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ZWMxzlZnDGs/s72-c/IMG_1417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7706634272267981100</id><published>2009-08-25T23:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:45:14.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awful pawful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. Maybe I have not grown up as in really grown up, yet. But I will be in just a few years times. So yeah. Have to be prepared from now. We still got a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I dont belong there. The things I talk about, the things they usually talk about, are total opposite. It is like as if we are living in different worlds. We dont belong together. Its like a cow trying to make friend with a monkey. Weird huh? &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; it &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; happen. Trust and fate. And I feel really odd being there. There is nothing I could do to change this fact. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The feeling is slowly fading away&lt;/span&gt;. Although I dont like it. Sigh. Stay away and somehow life could be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm happy because my phone is fixed. But that is not all. The story goes on. Few months ago, I set a password for my memory card because I was bored and curious(I didnt know what was the use of the password). Then I took the memory card out when I brought my phone to fix. So now, when I put my memory card back into my phone, it asked for my password and the dumb typical SULI has forgotten the password. How &lt;em&gt;smart&lt;/em&gt;? I dont have a single clue to unlock the memory card. Now I have to use the old memory card which is only 64MB. Oh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterpiece by us all? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SpQKMW7s98I/AAAAAAAAAfU/an4AFI4KNXs/s1600-h/22918276127207l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373931462790543298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SpQKMW7s98I/AAAAAAAAAfU/an4AFI4KNXs/s320/22918276127207l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7706634272267981100?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7706634272267981100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/awful-pawful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7706634272267981100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7706634272267981100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/awful-pawful.html' title='awful pawful'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SpQKMW7s98I/AAAAAAAAAfU/an4AFI4KNXs/s72-c/22918276127207l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6350891473800085772</id><published>2009-08-23T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:04:16.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUS-TRA-TED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have no clue what to post right now yet I still clicked on the &lt;strong&gt;new post&lt;/strong&gt; button. I'm very frustrated right now! Time is passing every second and it will not stop just because I told it to stop. Urgh. Wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tomorrow is another week. The week after next is another month. I feel like college just started last week. =/ I have so many to think about and it feels like my brain is going to explode anytime now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What if I cant write a good personal statement? What if I dont get any scholarships? What if I do not get into any good universities? What if I chose the wrong course? What if I dont do good this sem and the next? What if tomorrow never comes to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; URGH, all these questions just buzz around my brain like those annoying mosquitoes. Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Besides that, I have &lt;em&gt;something else&lt;/em&gt; to worry about. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is really killing me man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When I was a young kiddy, I've always wanted to grow up. Yes, I watched too much dramas. People going to work with those working bags, wearing those skirts and blouses, and high heels. Its like a perfect successful woman. Plus they have their loved ones with them. Good salaries. Their lives are damn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That was what I thought. Now that I have grown up, things arent as easy and simple as I thought. There are so many things I have to deal with in life. Its not like people will come to me when I couldnt solve any problems. I have to solve them all by myself. Sigh. Life isnt as easy as it was before. Time to realise. As I said before, I hate to think BUT its not up to me now. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think for what is best for me in the future. Screw it man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have to stop blogging now. For my own good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6350891473800085772?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6350891473800085772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/frus-tra-ted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6350891473800085772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6350891473800085772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/frus-tra-ted.html' title='FRUS-TRA-TED!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-954959204418465722</id><published>2009-08-20T16:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:46:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, Im quite satisfied with my results laa. Never thought that I would get an A for Biology. I got shocked when Ravi told me that Soon Wei got full marks for Bio. And I got more shocked when Soon Wei told me that Ravi got full marks for C1 and C2. Omg wei. I got so nervous after what they told me. Luckily I could sleep last night. I didnt even have the mood to study for the Bio test which I was supposed to have it today but Ms Moey wanted to give some talk about H1N1 so the test was postponed to next Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alvin &lt;/span&gt;got H1n1. That was why Ms Moey called us all to room 2.6 just now to tell us how serious this disease is, to be more careful AND to quarantine those people who are in the same class as &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;. Well, we are in the same Chemistry class, so yeah I'm quarantined. =) No need to go college tomorrow. YAY! And I hope that I wont fall sick anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, get well soon &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Alvin Sim&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Next week I am going to have 3 tests,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology on Monday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accounts on Tuesday and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths on Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHAO. Its going to be a very stressing weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I hope all my friends will be happy for their results and dont get too upset. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Plan to go watch &lt;em&gt;The Proposal&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow is cancelled AGAIN. =( I'm so going to get the DVD, I DONT CARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is a special day because its one of my goodfriend's birthday and Im happy because she is getting one year older today and Im still younger that I can never be older than her because she is borned earlier than me and I was borned later than her and Im very very happy that she is very very happy because its her burfday and also her big day today and I know she is happy to receive the present we bought for her that she gave us a huge smile when she opened her present just now although she knew how the purse looked like already cause she chose it for herself when they went out the other day. OKay, enough craps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And after all the craps, the important person for the day is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEEEEE XINNNN QIANNNN!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This girl here is super smart and Im so jealous of her sometimes. She got the brain that I dont. She is damn funny wei. Like she always got bullied by Kai and I when we were in F4 and F5. Not to say bully la, but we were always saying how nerd she is and all. BUT I know she enjoys it when we called her that. LOL. She always get super good results. OH my la. Plus, she is damn nice. Sat with her in F4 and 5 and she really taught me lots of things. Helped me with my studies. Never told any lies before, or else she will not feel easy for the rest of her life. Her ears turn red easily. Well she did improve on her lying skills la. Still remember the time when we went to do CS, and the lie we made? LOL. And you were so REAL. Not bad huh? Got improvement. =) And she always helps her friends. In any ways. It is very good to have such friends. Im not &lt;em&gt;using&lt;/em&gt;(not a very good word to use) her or whatsoever, but, we really should appreaciate when we have such friends. This is what true friend means. Well, XQ can keeep secrets. I told her mine, and she kept it till now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Smart, genius and all. Got all A's for her A-levels. CONGRATES wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the funny part is that she has a BOYFRIEND. Well, Im not saying that its funny that she has a boyfriend, but who is her boyfriend, that is the funny thing. His surname is HOME and his name is WORK. =) I have no idea who made it up. And we were all so bad for making fun of her. HAHAH. BUT its funny.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think I want to write you a love letter la. Since I got holiday tomorrow. You too right? HAHA. We all got quarantined. Sadly we couldnt go out together tomorrow. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPPPPPPPPPPY 18TH BIRHTDAAAAAAAY MS YEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/So0l7y8qNOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gNKhkfG-Yo8/s1600-h/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371991639741576418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/So0l7y8qNOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gNKhkfG-Yo8/s320/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friends for life!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-954959204418465722?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/954959204418465722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/results-out-well-im-quite-satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/954959204418465722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/954959204418465722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/results-out-well-im-quite-satisfied.html' title='Satisfaction!'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/So0l7y8qNOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gNKhkfG-Yo8/s72-c/IMG_0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7870741249024685841</id><published>2009-08-14T18:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:28:15.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picturess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I'm happy and free now, I shall be a lil hardworking and upload the pictures we took today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVBTquBv0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/iDJL6SRI3kQ/s1600-h/IMG_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369769936849846082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVBTquBv0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/iDJL6SRI3kQ/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BURFDAY GIRL. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVAprT-PSI/AAAAAAAAAdc/rfOBrB8QbZs/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369769215454493986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVAprT-PSI/AAAAAAAAAdc/rfOBrB8QbZs/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE WAY WE TOOK THIS PIC WAS FUNNY. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369769929083255202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVBTNyU-aI/AAAAAAAAAd8/K7cUvCa-W1o/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SOON WEI AND HIS JELLIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369776219679108562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVHBYFQLdI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZqqfEUtlVIM/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEM AND THEIR JELLIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369776203007115250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVHAZ-Vv_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/o3JomzjJFIM/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE AUGUST BABIES. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVHA3q1SKI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-an1nmXWyN0/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369776210978359458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVHA3q1SKI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-an1nmXWyN0/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;TSK TSK TSK. XINQIAN XINQIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369769224592432546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVAqNWoHaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0ZfcTZCAuSU/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVAqpadNuI/AAAAAAAAAds/KnPihQ-ZlJo/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369769232124688098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVAqpadNuI/AAAAAAAAAds/KnPihQ-ZlJo/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoV8QXgO9dI/AAAAAAAAAes/1-bOBXPFEGU/s1600-h/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369834751338149330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoV8QXgO9dI/AAAAAAAAAes/1-bOBXPFEGU/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoV8Q3HQWJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/nEZiM9SOp5U/s1600-h/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369834759823317138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoV8Q3HQWJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/nEZiM9SOp5U/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRLSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoV8ReXFp7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/o9pUKm_Vyf8/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369834770358708146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoV8ReXFp7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/o9pUKm_Vyf8/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GROUP PIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369834775733827778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoV8RyYneMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/uSn5dx0kccU/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FUNNY PIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7870741249024685841?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7870741249024685841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/picturess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7870741249024685841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7870741249024685841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/picturess.html' title='picturess'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SoVBTquBv0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/iDJL6SRI3kQ/s72-c/IMG_1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7571726724343058025</id><published>2009-08-14T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:32:50.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burfday girl owns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg, I'm so lazy to blog right now. I slept like 4 hours just now. I DIDNT GET TO WATCH THE PROPOSAL AND IM SO NOT HAPPY. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HMPHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;LALLLALALLALALLALLAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY MOEY SU-ZHEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, all the things I want and need to say are all written in the short 'video'. AND sadly I havent seen it yet. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moey Moey Moey, I just love calling you that. Its so easy, easier than saying SU-ZHEN. LOL. Hmmm, I cannot imagine you calling me Wong. Sounds so.. HAHA. But you're special. I never come across people with this surname besides you. I meant other than those people who are related to you la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today could be one of your happiest day, right? MOEEEEY, you rather go out with your maccas gang than us. =( 5 YEARS OF FRIENDS.. Nahh, I was just kidding LOR. I know you thought we are going out next week LOR.=) Hope you enjoy watching G.I.JOE LOR. Haha. Scary or not? Got scared until hold someone's hand or not? LOL. (I know its not some horror movie la, but it could turn out to be =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you're going to scold me after you read this, but, smile LOR. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moey Su-Zhen, better remember all the jokes and silly things we made in WMS. Obviously those times when I'm around la. Without me, you want to forget, go ahead. =P Especially the staple gun and TOK JANGGUT! That could be one of the best time I had in WMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay la. Enjoy being 18! You lucky girl. I wonder how did you manage to finish all the jellies? It was soooooo much. I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THOSE JELLIES ARE SOOOOOOO DELICIOUS.=) OH MY, I'M LOVING JELLIES MORE AND MORE. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im sooooooooooooo happy today although I didnt get to watch The Proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7571726724343058025?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7571726724343058025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/burfday-girl-owns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7571726724343058025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7571726724343058025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/burfday-girl-owns.html' title='Burfday girl owns'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-5538978002561711634</id><published>2009-08-09T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:19:19.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just got scolded by my mommy because she says I have been using the computer to CHAT only instead of doing something benefitial. Sigh. Give me a break la. I'm not allowed to use the computer during weekdays, so just let me use it for a little longer on weekends la. Why so mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fine fine. After I blog, I will off to do all my assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My friends went to camp on friday and they will be back by today. Hmm, this camp somehow reminded me of the time when I went for my orientation camp. Many things happened. Like I got bitten by a leech for the first time. Going to a camp for my first time(yes I have not been to a camp before). And etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, things happened. But things didnt remain as how they were. Things changed. And somehow this upsets me a little. All the bittersweet memories that I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seriously, there is this &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; inside me that I just cannot let go in a couple of weeks. I just need more time. If I were given a chance to go back to where things started, I would choose not to go back but to continue moving on. But if it was last time, I would definitely choose to go back because I really really really do miss that time. But as people grow, they start to realise that it is stupid to look back to the past when a bright future is coming their way. So I think it is better off this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh well, I shall appreciate everything that I have now. Rather than thinking of something unrealistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OHH YESSSSSS! Just do what I do best. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AVOID&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PROBLEMS AND NEVER FIND A SOLUTION. WAITTT, THATS WHAT CHILDREN DO. AND I AINT A CHILD ANYMORE. SO I NEED TO FIND A SOLUTION, ASAP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;GOD PLEASE HELP ME! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-5538978002561711634?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/5538978002561711634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5538978002561711634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5538978002561711634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-to-come.html' title='A day to come'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7597365831633365693</id><published>2009-08-08T17:50:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:07:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbq night 'o9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures taken on BBQ NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1P5703YBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vkivSckPehM/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367534187626061842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1P5703YBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vkivSckPehM/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367530434715788226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1MffJVI8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZLRoJbaDayY/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1MfwgX5lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3ROK5omtUFo/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367530439375840850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1MfwgX5lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3ROK5omtUFo/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1P5gHTZ9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/U7ShMEtMlpI/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367534180187203538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1P5gHTZ9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/U7ShMEtMlpI/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pissed off face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367534174749144194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1P5L2xNII/AAAAAAAAAaw/H0I0BnlVIHA/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the sad face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367530452364814242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1Mgg5L56I/AAAAAAAAAao/qFcNX5vR6Gc/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1XGmTCGNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gLVHZP2_3-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367542101766707410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1XGmTCGNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gLVHZP2_3-Q/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the apek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1MgSse_YI/AAAAAAAAAag/DsODKIQbkc8/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367530448553442690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1MgSse_YI/AAAAAAAAAag/DsODKIQbkc8/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367534192817338914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1P6PKj-iI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Nf63hgObAKY/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1WD8TL-QI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RYIYmKm1lGE/s1600-h/IMG_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367540956621699330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1WD8TL-QI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RYIYmKm1lGE/s320/IMG_1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;idiotic donkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nominees for BBQ King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367536322950325730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1R2Oh15eI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5Fv0xLncBPA/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367536335448317778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1R29FmH1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/knQdoGu8Wqw/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and BBQ Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1R3YMkUhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WgfaxyQCoBo/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367536342725317138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1R3YMkUhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WgfaxyQCoBo/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1aWAJgqsI/AAAAAAAAAco/D_0xJZ3AF8g/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367545664939010754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1aWAJgqsI/AAAAAAAAAco/D_0xJZ3AF8g/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;More on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1UslRT1qI/AAAAAAAAAcA/arWyy0He2aY/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367539455791191714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1UslRT1qI/AAAAAAAAAcA/arWyy0He2aY/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's such an adorable girl. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1UsEJbz4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/yv69fv-KxMk/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367539446899789698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1UsEJbz4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/yv69fv-KxMk/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh, i loveee her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7597365831633365693?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7597365831633365693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/bbq-night-o9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7597365831633365693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7597365831633365693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/bbq-night-o9.html' title='bbq night &apos;o9'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn1P5703YBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vkivSckPehM/s72-c/IMG_1227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1462260555905288258</id><published>2009-08-08T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:30:19.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the wrong person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;07.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cool date huh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I seriously hate to go college now. I dont want to see stupid faces from &lt;em&gt;certain &lt;/em&gt;people. Urgh, damn sick of it. Sometimes, people just do what they want not knowing that it might hurt others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some guys rather let go a relationship just because his friends are making fun of him, insulting him and whatever that makes him feel embarrassed. Such an idiot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urgh damn hate those idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn pissed right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND not to forget, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;RESULTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh my, GOD PLEASE DONT MAKE ME CRY THIS TIME LIKE HOW I DID WHEN I GOT MY SPM RESULTS. Sigh. Well, that time at least someone was on the phone to comfort me. This time, SHIT LA. Have to care for my own. Cry all by myself. I feel like crying now just thinking about it. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I HATE GK! OMG, GK JUST SUCKS! I LOATHE YOUU. FYI, MY LIFE HAS CHANGED AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OF IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU. ALL THE WORDS COMING OUT FROM YOUR STINKING MOUTH. YOU JUST HAVE TO INSULT YOUR FRIEND OR ELSE YOU WOULDNT FEEL HAPPY HUH? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT? URGH, SUCKKK! JUST GET A LIFE LA. IDIOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;WELL, GK, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT AN IMPORTANT PERSON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'M SERIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What for keep on trying when you already know what is the answer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1462260555905288258?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1462260555905288258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-wrong-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1462260555905288258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1462260555905288258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-wrong-person.html' title='missing the wrong person'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-5849044850329160058</id><published>2009-08-01T17:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:22:46.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hate my shit life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;screw it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, today is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;SAW WYE SHON's&lt;/span&gt; burfday. He is one of my goodfriend. Right now he is enjoying his life in aussie. Aww, how nice. Such a rich kiddo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shon is an idiot who loves to joke around. Always talks crap with me. Well, he is quite funny at times. Sometimes only la. Most of the time he is &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SUPER &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Heee! Shon has a lot of girlfriends but still complains about his life(and you havent told me your life, part 1, part 2 and etc). Such an unsatisfied donkey. xD He is a full time idiot, cause he breaks promises.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MANA SAYA PUNYA WEBCAM DAN MIC? CAKAP MAU BAGI SAYA LAST HOLIDAYS PUN TAKDE. DONKEY BETUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha, I wonder if he still understands how to read in BM. Haha. He is damn busy with his life now that he doesnt have time at all to chat with me online. Well, I know nothing about you now. I bet you're happy cause I wont be able to insult you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We became friends in f3 right? And you were such a funny freak. Always kena marah by the teachers. Joker man. Besides that, we have done so many stupid things.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;dumb-er-est&lt;/em&gt; thing was that I kicked your chair and you got asked to sit on the floor(during kh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. Such a sad child. I will never forget that. LOL. And, many things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This kid here, damn addicted to&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;BASKETBALL.&lt;/span&gt; Basketball is like his LIFE. Everywhere he sees people playing, he wanna join. And he is good. I'm serious. Aiyoh, how can he be not good when he always play basketball day and night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OHYAA, Shon loves to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt; a LOT.&lt;/span&gt; He cant stop talking for even just a minute. =) Thats why he always got scolded by teachers. Especially Pearl Moses. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And he got a huge house. Damn big. Damn rich wei! His room is so.. HAHAHA. Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HE IS FOREVER A FUNNY FRIEND. =) Enjoy yourself in Aussie anddd enjoy your day today. Happy la, 18 ady. Legal to so many things d. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OKAY LA. I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU. SO YOU BETTER NOT FORGET ME TOO. OR ELSE YOU WILL BE MURDERED BY ME MISERABLY. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364931679895592786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SnQQ8DBqn1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/8ruXh4DITCg/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This pic was taken years ago. And I find it very funny. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday once again! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BBQ nite&lt;/span&gt; was fun. I helped out cooking and serving for people. See such a good girl right. xD And I hope the chickens were all cooked. Heee! I never tried one actually. I didnt dare as the chickens were so BLACKLY ROASTED. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics will be uploaded soon. Now, I'm very very the lazy. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-5849044850329160058?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/5849044850329160058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-my-shit-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5849044850329160058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5849044850329160058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-my-shit-life.html' title='life&apos;s like that.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SnQQ8DBqn1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/8ruXh4DITCg/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4611263022587436511</id><published>2009-07-30T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:13:08.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reason?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YO, I PASSED MY MORAL! I GOT 68 AND IM VERY VERY HAPPY WITH THE RESULT. HAHA. NOW ONLY I KNOW IM SUCH A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BERMORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PERSON. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life isnt as good as I thought it would be.&lt;/em&gt; Damn stressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have been a bad week. =( I tak suka. I want everything to go smoothly and not like how it is right now. STTTOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPIDDDD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4611263022587436511?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4611263022587436511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4611263022587436511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4611263022587436511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/reason.html' title='reason?'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8354253360574930240</id><published>2009-07-26T09:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:28:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEHOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHIT SHIT SHITT. I CANT STOP THINKING OF THE RESULTS THAT IS COMING OUT IN A FEW WEEKS TIME. AND MOEY SAYS, SHE IS GOING TO RETAKE EVEN IF SHE GOT 80. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WTHH?! I WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO GET SUCH RESULTS. BUT AFTER WHAT SHE SAID, THE PAPERS WE'RE GOING TO TAKE IN DEC/JAN ARE GOING TO BE REAL TOUGH, I WOULDNT BE THAT HAPPY ANYMORE. I'M JUST SO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;NAIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; AND THIS IS FREAKING ME OUT! URGGHH! SUCK SUCK SUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HATEEE THIS VERY MUCH. IF ITS LIKE THIS, I THINK I WILL HAVE TO RETAKE BIOLOGY. COMFIRM. CAUSE I SCREWED THAT PAPER, ALTHO I STUDIED LIKE SHIT COW. I'M JUST PLAIN USELESS AND STUPID AND SLOW. ANYWAY, TO RETAKE I HAVE TO PAY RM 160? OR RM 180? HOLY COW LA. I AIN'T THAT RICH LA. WHY AM I JUST SO STUPID? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;YESTERDAY WE WON ONE MATCH TO WMS&lt;em&gt;.(BUT THEY SAID WE WERE BIAS)&lt;/em&gt; NVM. WE LOST TO OTHER MATCHES. I SUCK IN NETBALL. HATE ALL THE RULES. ITS DUMB. HAHA. KIDDING. xD SIEN MAN. ONLY GET TO PLAY NETBALL. THEN THE FINALS FOR BASKETBALL MATCH WAS EXCITING.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MCKL&lt;/span&gt; VS &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;KC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. BUT OBVIOUSLY WE WON. WAIT, I THINK. HAHA. CANT REMEMBER. OH MY. I FORGOT. BUT IT WAS DAMN COOL. EVERYONE WAS CHEERING AND ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AFTER THAT WE WENT PAV. HAVENT BEEN TALKING SO LONG WITH THE GIRLS. WE WERE AT CARLS JR SINCE 2 TO 4.30PM. WHAO. SERIOUSLY WE TALKED SO MUCH. IT FEELS LIKE AS IF WE HAVE NEVER TALKED IN OUR LIVES BEFORE. LOL. AND IT WAS NICE TO SEE SHUPEI AGAIN. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;YOU'VE GOT LOTS OF THINGS TO TELL ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; xD AND NICE TO SEE SHU MIN AGAIN AFTER SOOOOO LONGG. WE SHOULD VISIT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SOMETIMES. =) YESTERDAY, WE LAUGHED SO MUCH. REALLY ENJOYED MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BBQ NITE. OH.. SLEEPOVER IN SOMEONE'S HOUSE AFTER THAT? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;NEXT WEEK, BIOLOGY AND CHEMISTRY MONTHLY TEST. HOLY COWW! WHY LA WHY LA? TERRIBLE. AIYOH. MATI LAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I STILL CANT SEEM TO FACE THE TRUTH. &lt;em&gt;- more comfortable? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8354253360574930240?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8354253360574930240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8354253360574930240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8354253360574930240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/somehow.html' title='SOMEHOW?'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-2705999848690762873</id><published>2009-07-24T18:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:27:07.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which part of the world are you in now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if anyone remembers what had happened on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;23rd July 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. 8 years have gone by. Hmm, if anyone does, I really appreciate that. But not like anyone would know about it. Because at that time, I was just a primary 4 kid. So yeah. I wonder if any of my family members remember it. Well, I remembered. It was a terrible incident. I hate those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jerk asses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I really do hate them. Yesterday was a bad day. &lt;strong&gt;Every year on the 23rd July is going to be a bad day. I mean it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I really miss you. I wonder where you are now :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Games Carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Moodless. Shouldn't I be excited and all, but why ain't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it is because of the truth I found out the day before yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, I dont really like to face the truth. Cause the truth could be really cruel at times. Now that I know what the truth is, I dont know what to do with it. I hate to think. I hate everything that is happening to me right now. Running away from problems is what I do best. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Avoid avoid and avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Results is coming out on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;14th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think its on the 14. Not very sure, but it is just around the corner. Its coming. SHITT. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I AM SO SCREWED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My biology. Im so dead. I really hate exams and results, eversince I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remembered he shook my hand one day before the SPM results wishing me all the best. But I know it will never happen again in my damn life. Sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so not myself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I havent changed, but I need a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-2705999848690762873?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/2705999848690762873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-part-of-world-are-you-in-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2705999848690762873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/2705999848690762873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-part-of-world-are-you-in-now.html' title='which part of the world are you in now?'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-368654353143354678</id><published>2009-07-19T09:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:16:04.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too little too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaaaaaaaaihs. My whole body is aching now. Especially my legs. I havent been playing sports continuously for hours for such a long time. So now when I play, my body started to ache and cramp. Sssiiiiggghhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like last Wednesday after Chem lab, I played basketball. Half way playing, my hand suddenly cramped when I tried to catch the ball. But I didnt care and and just continue to play. Then almost towards the end of the game, when I jump to get the ball, my leg cramped. I was like, &lt;em&gt;'What is wrong with mee laaaa!&lt;/em&gt;' Well, thats not all. After playing right, I went to watch the badminton match. When i tried to sit on the stage, I jumped up and then out of a sudden my stomach cramped. HOly moly. I didnt know what to do. So I just let it be. Then my stomach was quite painful. Damn dumb loo. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why la my body so easily get cramped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We lost captainball to DELTA. Omggg la. We were leading in the first half, but we still lost in the end. But it was a good game. Really had fun playing with them. To be honest, they're good. Not that Alpha is weak okay. Hahah. BBUUTTT, we won basketball to 0807, netball to 0807 and captainball to 0903. I not sure about football. Yesterday was fun although I was so freaking exhausted. Had a bad headache when I came home. With the super hot weather, I could fall sick anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to say sorry to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;YEEXINQIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cause I felt that I was quite rough with her during the captainball match yesterday. Sorry k? And, good luck for your driving test tomorrow. GAMBATEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt that I always blame others even just for a small mistake they make but I never blamed myself for making such a huge mistake. Actually I'm the one who should be blamed. I always thought that I'm the right one, BUT actually I'm always the wrong one. Im really sorry. I felt so useless now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAAAAAAPPPPPYYY TIME. Am proud of myself cause I could do most of the M1 questions, but for certain exercises only. HEEEEEHEE! xD YO still proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-368654353143354678?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/368654353143354678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-little-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/368654353143354678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/368654353143354678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-little-too-late.html' title='too little too late'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-5162938115784422252</id><published>2009-07-17T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:29:17.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unsure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A day which I dont have to go home at 4.30pm! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I not sure if my class is going to play any games today or not. So i didnt really bother staying back. Quite tired so I took a short nap just now, for about 2 hours. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow my class is going to play captainball against Delta. And I'm quite excited. Haha. Colin Lieww. And that Brian Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seriously dont know what I want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I show the happy face. Sometimes, I show the cool face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Geniusss betulll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh noo, oh yess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;梦想中属於 我们的 婚礼&lt;br /&gt;却成了单人结婚进行曲&lt;br /&gt;在这场爱情角力的拔河里&lt;br /&gt;爱我还是爱你&lt;br /&gt;你选择了自己 wo~&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的可爱的&lt;br /&gt;迷人的爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里曾经的都是你喜欢的&lt;br /&gt;如今我还在原地&lt;br /&gt;你却走回你的记忆&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空你是不是能够给我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;你说我给你太多却不能给我什麽&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情承诺永恒或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口我们各自苦痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;沉默是我最後温柔是因为我太爱你 wo~&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的可爱的&lt;br /&gt;迷人的爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里曾经的都是你喜欢的&lt;br /&gt;如今我还在原地&lt;br /&gt;你却走回你的记忆&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空你是不是能够给我&lt;br /&gt;你说我给你太多却不能给我什麽&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情承诺永恒或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口我们各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最後温柔是因为我太爱你.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-5162938115784422252?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/5162938115784422252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5162938115784422252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5162938115784422252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsure.html' title='unsure.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3879478084054820678</id><published>2009-07-16T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:08:22.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad</title><content type='html'>We lost &lt;strong&gt;BASKETBALL &lt;/strong&gt;to Delta by one point. OMG?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I couldnt watch the match. Must be very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bio friends can be really &lt;em&gt;FUNNY&lt;/em&gt; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ever assume anything. if you want to know something, just go and ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3879478084054820678?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3879478084054820678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3879478084054820678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3879478084054820678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad.html' title='bad'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7481036006769818243</id><published>2009-07-16T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:02:05.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANDY candies.xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, I think Im a lil late for posting this up. Anyway, I'm still going to post this up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;TO MY DEAR FRIEND,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANDY LOW SYER LING =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HER BURFDAY FALLS ON THE &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;13TH JULY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359007188553030770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sl8EpQ533HI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5XmDk9-_OpU/s320/IMG_2339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was looking for a picture of you and I. And I found this picture. Never realised that I have this picture in my computer. Haha. So yeah, I'll just post this picture up. Hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this sampat kia here, very very very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the childish. Always says Im childish, but actually she is the most childish one. Plus, she is younger than me but always thinks that she is older than me. Sorry la Candy, cant change the fact that I'm OLDER than you. Heee. But good also right, being younger. Want to be so old for what right.. Heehee.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, siu mui mui, respect your tai ka zhe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.(I just have  to &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; it so that you can see properly.)  =P Seriously, you should learn to be more girly laaa. Youre quite the rough at times. I'm already considered quite rough, but you're so much rougher than me. Cannot la like this, later all guys run away. =) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CANDY IS SO &lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This girl super loves lollipops. Haha. I think i have known this girl for about 10 years. I know her because of Alan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, her house is super HUGE. And her room is so big. LOL. xD And her house cost.. YOU DONT WANNA KNOW. HEEEEEEEHEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY LAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY CANDY LOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ENJOY BEING 17. AND HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT BURFDAY THIS YEAR.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7481036006769818243?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7481036006769818243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/candy-candiesxd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7481036006769818243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7481036006769818243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/candy-candiesxd.html' title='CANDY candies.xD'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sl8EpQ533HI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5XmDk9-_OpU/s72-c/IMG_2339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8257601210181254409</id><published>2009-07-14T18:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:41:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGIVE ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SORRY I THINK I MISBEHAVED YESTERDAY. TO SWEAR SO MUCH. MY FRIENDS WERE QUITE WORRIED ABOUT ME. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FRIENDS. =( CANT BLAME ME ALSO RIGHT? WHEN YOURE SO MAD, YOU'LL GO INSANE AND SAY WHATEVER THAT COMES TO YOUR MIND FIRST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO I WILL JUST SAVE THAT POST AS DRAFT. I WONT DELETE IT AS I SPENT SO MUCH TIME WRITING IT. HEEE. AND I WILL READ IT WHEN IM FREE. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ACTUALLY I ALSO CANNOT BELIEVE MYSELF TO HAVE SWORE SO MUCH. I WAS JUST TOO MAD. I'LL TRY NOT TO DO IT AGAIN. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'M SO TIRED OF TRYING. I'M SICK AND TIRED OF GETTING NOTHING IN RETURN. IF HE DOESNT CARE, I THINK I SHOULD GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;OK CIAO IS ALL I GET. NOTHING MORE ALTHOUGH I HOPED FOR MORE. NEVERMIND. MY LIFE IS SO LIFELESS NOW. I DONT EVEN HAVE THE STRENGTH TO FIGHT FOR WHAT I WANT NOW. SO.. GIVE UP LA. FED UP OF WAITING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;YO I'M COOL K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS IS A CHAIN LETTER I GOT FROM A FRIEND. WELL, I HATE CHAIN LETTERS CAUSE ITS SO DUMB. ANYWAY, THIS POEM DOES BRINGS SOME MEANING.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the poem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In this great city that has no end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And before I know it, a year is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He knows I like him just as well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And as in the days when I rang his bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And he rang mine but we were younger then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Tim'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just to show that I'm thinking of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away,'Here's a telegram sir,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Tim died today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Remember to always say what you mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you love someone, tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't be afraid to express yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seize the day. Never have regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOPEFULLY TOMORROW WILL BE A BETTER DAY.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8257601210181254409?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8257601210181254409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-i-think-i-misbehaved-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8257601210181254409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8257601210181254409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-i-think-i-misbehaved-yesterday.html' title='FORGIVE ME'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-5606885696133460796</id><published>2009-07-12T10:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:15:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont fade away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Alan's house on Friday. And &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; asked me a question, and i think it's quite funny. She asked, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;'why did you come to my house instead of Wayne's house?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I was blank wei. Cause the gathering was in Wayne's house. Oh well.. And the stupid usual watermelon, kept on chuan me how fun it was in Wayne's house, saying how many people went la this la that la. Idiotic fool. Showing me the &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;, that made people feeeeeeeeeeeel so like punching it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watermelon and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; became much better compared to last time. At least that watermelon talked to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;. Good for them. =) He didnt ignore her like how he used to. So, does this mean that he became more &lt;em&gt;mature&lt;/em&gt;? OH NO way.&lt;br /&gt;Was so hungry cause my sister and I kind of thought that his house might have some food for us. So we kept our stomach empty. In the end, we had to order pizza. Lol. And we were singing in his karaoke room. Quite fun. Was shouting and yelling. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yin Ling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yin Yee&lt;/span&gt; and I became the so called &lt;em&gt;emcees&lt;/em&gt; for a few minutes while waiting for them to fix the remote. Then we sang song. I almost lost my voice, luckily I controlled myself. So I still got my voice that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the day. The intercohort games thingy. Haha. I was so excited wei. Heehee. Cheered for my class(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALPHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) until i lost my voice. My throat damn painful wei. But I think it should be alright soon as I drank a big cup of fruit juice last night. HAHA. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lawrence&lt;/span&gt; said I was so excited during the basketball match that he could hear my voice from the 3rd floor. Lol. Yeah I was.=) &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sze-Ee&lt;/span&gt; was good. Not bad wei. Haha. Luckily I did not lose my voice for nothing for cheering for him too.=)&lt;br /&gt;AND we won &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAPTAINBALLLL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;against 0903. HAHAHHAA. In the first half, the score was 6-0. Obviously we were the one with zero score. Lol. CAUSE we had only 2 guys, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ZONG YUAN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALVIN&lt;/span&gt;. HOLY, they were so funny. I was quite mad at the same time I was laughing. They were supposed to jump but they didnt. I think they hoped that the ball will eventually go to their hands or something. It was dumb. We asked them to jump for more than 5 times already yet they still did not jump. HAHAHA. AND the &lt;em&gt;funniest-est-est&lt;/em&gt; part was that, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALVIN &lt;/span&gt;fell when he didnt even jump. Or maybe he did but it was quite funny la. And he said, &lt;em&gt;'we could have won the basketball match if &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WaiHoe&lt;/span&gt; did not sub me out&lt;/em&gt;.' LOL.xD Then the second half, when the guys finished playing their basketball match, they came. With &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wai Hoe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yuan Hui&lt;/span&gt; in the game, OH MY. From zero, to tie of 6 and in the end we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!=) Damn gg wei. The last ball was damn scaryy. Seriously. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We lost football and basketball. Sad sad. But it was still a gg. =) Delta was just too good in football.&lt;br /&gt;OH, I think I let him see my rough side. Everyone saw how rough I was. LOL. Thanks to those 0903 boys la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by now you'd know i'd come for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one but you, yes i'd come for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but only if you told me to..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone said I have changed, I looked so reserved now.&lt;strong&gt;NOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-5606885696133460796?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/5606885696133460796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-fade-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5606885696133460796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/5606885696133460796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-fade-away.html' title='Dont fade away'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-624046577211809220</id><published>2009-07-10T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:42:48.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays, I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; very easily. Damn suck. When things do not go my way, I will get soooooooooooooo mad that I feel like &lt;em&gt;swearing&lt;/em&gt; very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been very unlucky lately. Which makes me even more pissed. You see, I was supposed to have this primary gathering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but due to one reason, I couldnt go. Although my mom allows me, but she sounded as if she doesnt want me to go. So just forget about it. But I'm still going to Alan's house later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then in the morning, I think I stepped on some shit and I felt damn shitty. But it was not that bad which would make my shoes stink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea why is that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; keeps on giving me that pissy off face. OMg wei. And he said I stole his seat in Bio lab, but I have been sitting there since the first lab class. So screw it. I was being a little loud and mad la. I dont know why I got so pissed. He accused me, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is leaving tomorrow. Havent get to have a proper talk with him. Dont worry I will still remember my webcam and mic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When people give me the pissed off loook, I would get even more pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When i asked him to pass me the toilet roll because&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; toook the whole toilet roll with him, so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thought I asked him to tear some for me, then&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;said, 'Take yourself la'. Then I got so mad that I said, 'You took the whole thing la bloody hell'. Silence for a moment. Well, if it was last time, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would tear for me. But now. Sigh. Really got me all upset when thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE STUPID IDIOTIC TIMETABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Although they just changed one subject only which is Accs, it is still worse that before. WTHH?! I wont have any rest time on Wednesday since 9.00am till 4.30pm, besides the normal break which is at 11am and its only freaking 30 minutes. How dumb could they be? Damn shit. I still have to wait for my sister for her bloody Physics on Monday. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE PAST. I MISS EVERYTHING IN THE PAST. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But people say, we should go straight and do not look back or try to go back to the past. Well, if things were good enough for me to go straight, I wouldnt think of going back right. I hate to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why do things have to change? Just a simple question yet I still couldnt figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know what I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-624046577211809220?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/624046577211809220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/nowadays-i-get-pissed-off-very-easily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/624046577211809220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/624046577211809220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/nowadays-i-get-pissed-off-very-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6714917172367245793</id><published>2009-07-08T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:27:58.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is dedicated to,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This, this, this is dedicated to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mm, well if you feeling what i'm feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is dedicated to youu &lt;strong&gt;LIM YI TING&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SlSWu5Pq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d5Pai7pfr3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356071589235057042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SlSWu5Pq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d5Pai7pfr3Y/s320/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody is turning 18 today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, have been friend with this girl for more than 3 years already. Dont know exactly how long but yeah, about that.=) I have no idea since when we become such close friends. She is very helpful. I always ask her to help me print stuffs and she never says no unless she's using another computer which does not have printer or something. And i do feel bad sometimes. Serious. xD And she is damn funny. Plus her blurness, everything seems so funny about her.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i owe her a kiss. Haha. Oh well. Better not give, later her admirers&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; come belasah me. Heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy happy burfday LIM YI TINGGGGG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats not all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buff's burfday too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buff? Who elseeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colin Liew Colin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; laaaa.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anddd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nicholas Chai's&lt;/span&gt; burfday toooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wahh, so many people's burfdayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I shouldnt be blogging right now with all my homeworks waiting for me. But since it's their burfdays, nevermind la. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides that, today was a good good day. Played basketball for about 1 hour. HAHAHAA. I haven't been playing it since like, months ago. And it was GREAT. Ahh, sweating and face turned like tomato again. Sigh. But it was damn syok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The intercohort games thingy is coming. And I'm quite excited. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This friday, I have this gathering, primary school friends gathering. Oh myy, Im quite excited as I havent seen most of them for ages. But I have no idea how to go to Wayne's house. Hahaha. Then at night, WATERMELON has a party in his house. He is leaving on Sunday already. Aiyerr. So fast. Then on Saturday, we have to come to college for this intercohort games. So hopefully there wont be any transport problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is treating me like a maid. He &lt;strong&gt;shouted&lt;/strong&gt; at me. Sucks. But I'm going to tahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6714917172367245793?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6714917172367245793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-dedicated-to-this-this-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6714917172367245793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6714917172367245793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-dedicated-to-this-this-this-is.html' title='Merry go round'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SlSWu5Pq4ZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d5Pai7pfr3Y/s72-c/IMG_0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8748103723728236213</id><published>2009-07-05T14:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:58:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was the outing to meet up with Wye Shon and Hui Min. Haven't seen them for ages already. We went to saisaki for lunch. The food was okay. And the price would be OKAY too if i had eaten more. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was actually quite excited for this outing as I could see Hui Min and Shon again after such a long time. But, when i saw them, i felt so.. Moodless i guess. I didnt really feel like talking. Normally I would talk a lot but yesterday, all I did was listening to their conversation only. When I tried to speak, I felt like ending the conversation. Sigh. And I felt that I have nothing much to talk to Shon already. How sad huh? We used to have so much craps to talk about but now.. Maybe I still have a lot of things to talk to him, but just not yesterday. Wasted the chance to meet Shon cause he will be back to Aussie next Saturday. Then I dont know when he will come back to M'sia again. Oh well, maybe yesterday just wasnt the day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me realise that maybe I am the one who has changed. Not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework homework.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8748103723728236213?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8748103723728236213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-was-outing-to-meet-up-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8748103723728236213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8748103723728236213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-was-outing-to-meet-up-with.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8833595223886732346</id><published>2009-07-03T15:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:35:43.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fake a smile so he wont see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to college on Wednesday. It feels so different. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh. What I hate most is that I have to wake up at 5.30am again. Sien wei. So tiring. And I hate hate HATE the new timetable. I still have to go back home at 4.30pm everyday except Friday. Aiyerr. Well, they say the timetable is going to change again. Hopefully this time will be MUCH MUCH better. I pray to god that dont ever EVER put physics at 2.30-4.30pm. DONT. I dont want to wait for my sister there alone again. Hate it. So bored. URGHh. I hate Malaysian Studies. I have no idea why are we learning it for. So stupid. Moral is way better. Wasting my time, wasting her time, wasting everyone's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said I hope that we can be friend like last time again, us joking around and making fun of each other. But I find it very hard for me to even talk to you again. Sigh. &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;? You're &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; different now compared to last time. You only talk to me when you want to ask something that concerns you. You and &lt;strong&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;. WTH. Screw it man. I'm sorry for saying it and I really hate to say it. I swear. But that's what I have observed from you, so far. Anyway, this is not really the point. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; point is that you have changed. And that is the fact that I have to face. Oh man, this is painful. I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This reminds me of me and my primary friends who were given the name called, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the friend no friend girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Funny and dumb. BUT obviously, this time is far &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than that time.Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And sometimes, things can be so confusing. How things can change so easily. Within a day. Humans are scary creatures at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, anyone who reads this post, dont, really dont start guessing for yourself and then start spreading to anyone. Just keep it to yourself and dont mention it. Actually it's nothing. If you're my friend, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried being a happy child again, but i cant. I find it rather hard to even put a smile on my face nowadays. OH God. I hate being a moody person. I'm really&lt;em&gt; tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;你已經遠遠離開,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;我也會慢慢走開,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;為什麼我連分開都遷就著你,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;我真的沒有天份,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;安靜的沒這麼快,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;我會學著放棄你,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;是因為我太愛你.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my, I haven been listening to jay's song for such a long time. This is bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8833595223886732346?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8833595223886732346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-fake-smile-so-he-wont-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8833595223886732346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8833595223886732346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-fake-smile-so-he-wont-see.html' title='i fake a smile so he wont see.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6880499102700495599</id><published>2009-06-29T11:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:03:41.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad to the max</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;!#$%(*&amp;amp;^%$#$^*&amp;amp;^%$##*#$%^&amp;amp;*^#&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;^**&amp;amp;(^&amp;amp;*#$%#%$^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I was damn pissed with my phone yesterday. NO, pissed off with myself. I shouldn't have been so greeedy, stuffing everything into the memory card, although i knew it was about to use up all the space. When i checked my memory card, it was totally used up, TOTALLY. Zero space left. Holy cow. Then i had to format my memory card. Dengg. Now, it's totally EMPTYYY! Wanna scream right noww! Urghh. Really deng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have waste my time, putting the songs into the memory card. And looking for beautiful themes. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i cut my hand yesterday. How sad? And two people swept my legs yesterday. How unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College ar. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me why,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're so hard to forget,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont remind me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not over it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me why,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant seem to face the truth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just a little not over you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6880499102700495599?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6880499102700495599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad-to-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6880499102700495599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6880499102700495599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad-to-max.html' title='Mad to the max'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6627739366384937126</id><published>2009-06-27T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:20:29.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not alone xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I know you know what I am about to blog now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;King of Pop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He's gone. Dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When aun chi told me about this yesterday morning, I was so shocked. My first expression was like, &lt;em&gt;'What? Some kind of joke or what?&lt;/em&gt;'. Then i read the news online, yes, MJ died. Sigh. I never really liked MJ because of his face. Scaryyyy. xD Heeehee. But i really did like his dance. His popular dances, the robot and the moonwalk. Damn cool wei. It's quite sad to hear about his death. So sudden. And he's only 50 yrs old. Too young to die. Hmm, I wanna live as long as i WANT. =) God bless me. And Rest In Peace, MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Songs sang by MJ that i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You are not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thriller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appretiate life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Fine. From tomorrow on, I'm going to cheer myself up for whatever reasons. No matter what happens, I'm still going to think positively. YO, I can do it. =) Please say i can. Nooo i cannot. Especially when comes to results. I die. Shit.. Anyway, besides that, everything should be OKAY. Hopefully. I really hope i can be strong like those really really strong people out there. No matter what happen to them, they still can be so calm. Really envy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And today, am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo. I'm going to cut my hair tomorrow. Finally. Since the first day of holiday I wanted to cut my hair, but sigh. Nevermind. Tommorow's the day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;'S BACKKKKKK!!!!! =) MMYYYYYYYY SUSHIIII. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are not alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for i'm here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;though you're far away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am here to stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you are not alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for i am here with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;though we're far apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're always in my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you are not alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lallalalallalalallalaalallalalalala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6627739366384937126?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6627739366384937126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-alone-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6627739366384937126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6627739366384937126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-alone-xd.html' title='Im not alone xD'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-4478151185347675923</id><published>2009-06-25T16:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:13:53.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Extra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days of holidays? REason : Due to h1n1. So is that a good news or a bad news? Hmm, i guess it's both. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY!!! Watched&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Transformers : Revenge Of The Fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Yi Ting and sister yesterday. Oh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so hawtt and sexaayyyy!!! If i were a boy, i would fall for her. Oh damn. I dont know why i just love her. Am so jealous of her. Hee hee. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This movie is qquite nice and exciting, although is so fake la. And some parts are funny. I dont usually watch this kind of movies, but this movie is definitely the exception. =) Haahaa. This movie is about 2 hours plus long, BUT worth watching. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm,went to &lt;em&gt;times square&lt;/em&gt; to watch.YES, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;lala-land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HEEEEEHEEEEE. Well, I need to get something there. And my sister had been to so many places to get her sports shoes but still she couldnt find. So we decided to go to ts to check it out. And if we went to places like MV, KLCC or Pav, the movie tickets for transformers definitely all sold out. Only place like ts still got tickets. LOL. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the movie, we went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;gasoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to have our lunch. Guess whats &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sky juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's simply plain water. What a beautiful name to describe the water. Sigh. But nevermind. It's only RM 1. Haha. Then after that, went home with tired legs. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351191003876446946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_3b9SUuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JN6z81XnJoQ/s320/IMG_1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_4vXtk-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qpj4a2V6tzA/s1600-h/IMG_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351191026267427810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_4vXtk-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qpj4a2V6tzA/s320/IMG_1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351191007173694642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_3oPaVLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VJuJzmI6sGw/s320/IMG_0997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_4aqLydI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XL_0Cy5E1Ok/s1600-h/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351191020707760594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_4aqLydI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XL_0Cy5E1Ok/s320/IMG_1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkNBLxg0III/AAAAAAAAAZY/xJrIeoNHl-g/s1600-h/IMG_1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192452771618946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkNBLxg0III/AAAAAAAAAZY/xJrIeoNHl-g/s320/IMG_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the so called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sky juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192467986055794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkNBMqMOAnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iLA4xwcTRDQ/s320/IMG_1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_4JNGu3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FPvVcX4LqYg/s1600-h/IMG_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351191016022391666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_4JNGu3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FPvVcX4LqYg/s320/IMG_0998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkNBMBANKFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/35PqzF0SOys/s1600-h/IMG_1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192456929814610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkNBMBANKFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/35PqzF0SOys/s320/IMG_1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkNBM1zDbLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Rz_Eyylt3r4/s1600-h/IMG_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192471101729970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkNBM1zDbLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Rz_Eyylt3r4/s320/IMG_1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was on phone with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;shon&lt;/span&gt; last night. He's damn crappy and lame. His exams over. Damn relaxing. Didnt sound stressed at all. And now he owes me sushi for no reason. Yes i know i still owe him lunch. NEVERMIND, nasi lemak okay? Heeeeeeh.xD But i wont see him so soon. He should know why. He is going to be quarantined for 7 days. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And right, did something really useful today. Guess guess guessssss. I cleaned the fan. Hee hee. Yes, the fans in my house. And the fans are damn dirty la. No idea why. Really disgusting! It's like nobody has cleaned it for more than 10 years. AHAHHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At least i did something better than sitting down being a slacker right? So, am happy with myself now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND HERE COMES THE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SULI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night i dreamt of &lt;em&gt;Cowkey&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, i did. LALALLALALA. Well, im not a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or what laa. In the dream we became friends again. Very close friends. Oohhh, me was damn happy man. &lt;em&gt;Cowkey&lt;/em&gt; was telling me everything that happened, and i was telling &lt;em&gt;Cowkey&lt;/em&gt; everything too. AHHHH. Suddenly I miss &lt;em&gt;COWKEY&lt;/em&gt; so much. Sigh. How i wish that the dream could extend a little longer. Hahaha. The feeling, is, undescribeable.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it will never, never, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happen in my dammn life. It's a dream. Yes it's just a dream. &lt;em&gt;A sweet one&lt;/em&gt;. And it's not real. Sigh. I should be realistic. Shit. I hate to be realistic, broken hopes everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you lift my feet off the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you spin me around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me crazier, crazier, crazier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;feels like im falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm lost in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me crazier, crazier, crazier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-4478151185347675923?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/4478151185347675923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/extra-two-days-of-holidays-reason-due.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4478151185347675923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/4478151185347675923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/extra-two-days-of-holidays-reason-due.html' title='crazier'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SkM_3b9SUuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JN6z81XnJoQ/s72-c/IMG_1002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1308368990760773905</id><published>2009-06-22T13:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:14:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Changing the way i blog is something i have always been looking forward for. Like capital letters after each fullstop. And spaces after each coma and fullstop. It's hard, seriously. And yeah, why am i even doing it? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;College is starting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a week from now. And I'm &lt;em&gt;missing college so much&lt;/em&gt; that i feel like going back tomorrow. SIGH. Just another week of heaven only. Then a new semester. Everything is going to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tougher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tougher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Urghh. Sucks. I hate to think about it. And not to forget, the blaaarddyyyy RESULTS. Damn. Just stab me with a knife, a sharp one. So no way i can still be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me, yesterday i dreamt about the results. I swear. And cow, i got better than my sister. And whenever i dreamt of things like this, like i'm better than my sis or i got good results, it would always, let me repeat again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turned out to be the opposite. Shit betul. Cause i had experienced it before. SPM. That time i dreamt that i was better than my sister, and it turned out that she was way better than me. Mati la. Not being superstitious or what but, but.. Nevermind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time is flying. It feels like holidays just started yesterday. And now, i'm going back to college. I wonder how's the renovation going. Havent been stepping on the basketball court for such a long time. Suddenly, i'm missing it. hee hee. The lounge seems different when i went back for exams. I hope i wont be surprised when i go back to college next week. Haha. What am i expecting actually? Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i'm going to take &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt; to blog. =( This is so hard, but i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And i feel that i have wasted my precious holidays. I havent been doing anything benefitial. Everyday, I have the same routine. Er, mostly everyday. Damn sien wei. Almost rot. But luckily i have some movies to catch up on computer. Brother downloaded so many and i just have no time to watch. Well, i need more holidays. Although i know i will definitely go mad. I want to do something more useful besides &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watching tv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;still watching tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Shit cow la. I'm so damn not happy with myself. How could i be so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;em&gt;As usual&lt;/em&gt;. Should have done something better. At least touch some books or something, even for a few minutes. Not a nerd la. Just not wasting my holidays. But it's too late. Me is such a slacker. I think i shouldnt blog so much. It's addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know i'm a lil slow. I watched&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; fast n furious 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on saturday. It's not bad, quite exciting. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vin Diesel&lt;/span&gt; is so cool in this movie. I feel damn sad that all the cars have to hit here and crash there. Those cars look so beautiful. I want to own one. xD Then later on, my sister is back home and we decided to watch a movie from the computer. And she found this movie called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the faculty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Some old movie. OMHC, this movie is terrible. It's damn disgusting. Eww eww ewwww! Haha. And then i feel that i want to own a laboratory, all the apparatus and materials are there, and the chemicals too. Cool huh? If i hate you, i'll just make a poison for you and say,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yo dude, you deserve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, then off you go. WAH, now only i know i'm so &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Deng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea out of a sudden i'm so addicted to english songs. I used to listen to chinese songs more but now, the opposite. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm obsess with the song&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by&lt;strong&gt; Mariah Carey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're delusional, you're delusional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;boy you're losing your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's confusing yo, you're confused you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;why you wasting your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to MOEY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yo hows driving? OMG, everyone is learning to drive. Nevermind. I'm still one year younger. Hee hee. Guess we are really growing up. Suddenly i miss high school. Me damn emotional la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I still miss &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cowkey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Life is tough. I hope im strong enough to overcome this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yo, what you think? Im suli. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-1308368990760773905?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/1308368990760773905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1308368990760773905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/1308368990760773905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='a change :)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-6250225846466679516</id><published>2009-06-21T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:35:54.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;father's day this year was a little different from those previous years.heehee.spent time with my family today and we played&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BADMINTON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.yes,we did not celebrate in any restaurants or anything.haha.well,my father didnt really play.his excuse was &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'im old already la.cannot see properly dy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt; well to me,he's still very strong and young.i could feel that he was happy to see his son and daughters playing together and most importantly,spending time with him.xD and he kept on commenting(more to like insulting) us.wahliao,he was syok syok there commenting about us while we had to listen to every single words he says.it was a little mean but we enjoyed it very much because somehow,it was funny.haha.i was happy to see him happy.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood outside his room after giving him the card i made.i heard him reading it.i really hoped that he would like it man.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only he reads my blog,i want to let him know that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I REALLY LOVE YOU DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-6250225846466679516?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/6250225846466679516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-this-year-was-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/6250225846466679516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;daddy's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as usual.made a card for him.bought him something.and baked cookies for himm!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this year i put in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; effort in making the card.it's filled with&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.all my love for my daddy.normally i would just write a few words,but this time its like an &lt;em&gt;essay&lt;/em&gt;.just a lil shorter.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i felt like telling him everything that was kept in my heart all these years.i had not enough space to continue in the card.i got so much more to tell him.cause i didnt really spend a lot of time talking to him,telling him my problems.most of the time when i have problems,i would just keep it to myself,or talk to my sister,and tell my mom unless she realised i was being different.oHgodD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i hope that for the years to come,i would spend more time with my family&lt;/em&gt;.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YAP YU WERN'S&lt;/span&gt; BURFDAYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OOI YU WERN'S&lt;/span&gt; BURFDAYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;such a coincidence huh?they have the same name and now,same burfdays.HAHAHAHAHHAA.i felt so funny when &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yiting&lt;/span&gt; told me about it.=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dont need to feel old just because im still younger.=) enjoy enjoy.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO ALL THE DADDYS IN THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;HAPPPY FATHER'S DAYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;ios&lt;strong&gt;.xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8074932970621929566?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8074932970621929566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-daddys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8074932970621929566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8074932970621929566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-daddys-day.html' title='my hero :)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-484534989878277603</id><published>2009-06-19T16:19:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:00:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i was clearing my drawer just now,look what have i found.haha.&lt;br /&gt;some of my drawings in high school.lol.it's ugly.i mean&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ugly.cant blame me la.just no talent.HAH HAH HAH.&lt;br /&gt;my art teacher was damn BORING.always asked us to draw the same thing.either &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fire burning in the village&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;some gotong-royong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.but it was good also.see,i could always reuse my drawings.when she asked to draw gotong-royong,i would just take out my old drawings and pretended as if i have finished drawing and just chit-chat there with my friends.=) how smart huh? xD however,sometimes we had to draw something different.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that the way i draw humans are always the same.damn funny wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348953551531458882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtM6kcYwUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Hq7IHAKMP9M/s320/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtMBtdp5jI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oTXgxteZF9s/s1600-h/IMG_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952574700152370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtMBtdp5jI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oTXgxteZF9s/s320/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtMBaMY0UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jiqLUKCqsPA/s1600-h/IMG_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952569527456066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtMBaMY0UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jiqLUKCqsPA/s320/IMG_0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtMBTcmrwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JgOwSHOu8Lk/s1600-h/IMG_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952567716425474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtMBTcmrwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JgOwSHOu8Lk/s320/IMG_0786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjuX8qFuhMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/1W6ovHFHGRA/s1600-h/IMG_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349036050778850498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjuX8qFuhMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/1W6ovHFHGRA/s320/IMG_0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952576496095634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtMB0J10ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jEuEvOBrzUM/s320/IMG_0791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtOAmtZe1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HFUye2NqMU4/s1600-h/IMG_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348954754730523474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtOAmtZe1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HFUye2NqMU4/s320/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this was my art exam in f2.hmm and i got&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;60/80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;HAHA.i guess it was the highest mark i've ever got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this was something i found in my file.haha.the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;one and only poem suli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has ever written.in f2.hee hee.i have to admit that i was just too &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'creative'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; haha.and i thought only mr.simon would see the poem.didnt know that stupid fatty(classmate) would take my file and dig it.urghh,then all my friends saw and laughed out loud.i was super duper uper embarrassed wei.i would laugh too if i were them.shucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well i was once a young kid too right?=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtM7WJo2uI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BrscYDRljgo/s1600-h/IMG_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348953564874595042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtM7WJo2uI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BrscYDRljgo/s320/IMG_0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and seee,i got a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;okay? dont mind my ugly handwritting.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i baked cookies all by myself just now.without the help from sister.=) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am proud of myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and it was a success.i cleaned up the mess too.one word to describe my cookies&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,delicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.even my mom said so.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;wonderful &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;marvellous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-484534989878277603?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/484534989878277603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-i-was-clearing-my-drawer-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/484534989878277603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/484534989878277603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-i-was-clearing-my-drawer-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjtM6kcYwUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Hq7IHAKMP9M/s72-c/IMG_0792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-544542443329505885</id><published>2009-06-19T15:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:18:25.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come come go go come go come go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shony corny horny porny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLAAAHH! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wasnt being sick.it rhymes.thats all.dont mind me.a lil high today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im sorrry shon.will not be able to seeeee you on the 28th.swine flu case is freaking me out.yes,im a coward.i dont want to take the risk laa.you see,so many people come back from aussie and have this disease with them and start spreading to people.OH MY.im not cursing you or whatever&lt;/span&gt; laa.hee hee.=) but im just too cowardy to see you.i know we havent seen each other for months dy.but..oh well,we shall wait and seee.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.that night i didnt want to tell you the reason because i scared i might upset you or something.well,now this thing no play play wei.so you should take care of yourself and becareful.drink more water.that&lt;em&gt; stupid&lt;/em&gt; alan said he had swine flu and was even freaking us out.i guess he just got some normal flu laa.he's alright now.thank godd.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well just remember that i owe you one lunch and i will pay it.so dont worry.we will meet up someday.and stupid cow,you got 9.5 for your drama.such a good actor wei.lol.that day when we were chatting online,you were so scared.now see what you got.hmph.well,congrates laaa.so remember that lunch la.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;holy cow,this swine flu is driving me nuts.my mom doesnt allow me to go anywhere already.every night,there are new cases of this stupid h1n1 thingy.wahliaooo.this is dumb.i heard that i have a friend who got this disease.not a very close friend so dont worry people.LOL.xD and her friends,which are also my friends got quarantine.world is getting smaller nowadays.anyway,hope that she is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah.my life.staying at home.listening to songs.blogging.shucks! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-544542443329505885?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/544542443329505885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-come-go-go-come-go-come-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/544542443329505885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/544542443329505885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-come-go-go-come-go-come-go.html' title='come come go go come go come go'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-300327309275678556</id><published>2009-06-15T11:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:24:18.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAND NEW! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;im beginning a new life today.sort of like &lt;em&gt;starting fresh&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;because today is a monday! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what a &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; reason.(yeah i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i almost got a heart attack on saturday when he told me something bout &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;shocked till my hair stood up straight.dumb.dumbb.dumbbbb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well.i dont give a damn.so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;why should i even care when its none of my shitty business anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what i need most now is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; obviously not fakers la.go die to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont care if youre a &lt;em&gt;guy,girl,gay,les&lt;/em&gt;(no offence) or whatever.all mixed up or anything you like yourself to be,i just neeed friends.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i know i have plenty of them already,but no harm having more.i need to mix around.i dont want to be a sad child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;time to really grow up suli.am trying very hard.&lt;em&gt;youre 17 already.not seven.&lt;/em&gt;people would say this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised that every year,i have the same issue coming up to me.haha.i meant the &lt;em&gt;childish&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not anymore.bloody hell,that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i could see most of my friends going around crying because their bf/gf just faught with them.they would be so sad.&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; tears rolling down.then afterwards,flu.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah,i would be sad if i see my &lt;em&gt;crush&lt;/em&gt; with some other girls.&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; i have to understand,hes not mine.i dont own him.i would be terribly sad but all he would do is continue happily talking with his friends.why should i be the one who is suffering?i admit,sometimes i do cry over this stupid lil thing.worst part of all,he pretended as if nothing had happened.WHAT THE?(people like me do not simply swear.well at least not now) this whole thing is just so unfair.im soooooo not going to be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; stupid girl i once were.had enough of it.and theres no point.just plain wasting my blardy precious time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;shitttty shit.dont mind me my friends.im just a lil upset with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;seeing something that is so freaking unfair and noone could do anything bout it.i just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see it.i know its none of my business once again,but hell,i got eyes.i can see whats right infront of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjW9_o5yKQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uDc7P7O1xlg/s1600-h/ATT00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389033581521154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjW9_o5yKQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uDc7P7O1xlg/s320/ATT00144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389040026060114" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjW-AA6SBVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/g0vRCOJJOlc/s320/ATT00156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjW9_jKhl1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bF6LRrvxV7Q/s1600-h/ATT00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347389032041125714" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjW9_jKhl1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bF6LRrvxV7Q/s320/ATT00180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im serious.my friends are like my sunshine.they shine so brightly that make my life from hell to heaven.they're the best.i swear.=) thanks for being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really hope that you never did exist in my life.if i kneww it would turn out this way,i would rather never know you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh please tell me this post isnt those emo post.i didnt mean it.xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;yes it was him the other day.the guy who we saw in the cinema was LAWRENCE LIEW.hahhahaha. :D we're good even it was dark there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes im going to be different today.somehow.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-300327309275678556?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/300327309275678556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/brand-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/300327309275678556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/300327309275678556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/brand-new.html' title='BRAND NEW! =)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SjW9_o5yKQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uDc7P7O1xlg/s72-c/ATT00144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3994645726930250246</id><published>2009-06-13T10:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:26:53.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went mv with the girls yesterday and we watched &lt;em&gt;17 again&lt;/em&gt;.yes,&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZAC EFRON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the only reason why i wanted to watch this movie so much.lol.not exactly laa.the name of the movie attracted me.haahaa.in this movie,he was damn hilarious and cool and yeng.i just love 17 again.you people should watch it.its much better that &lt;em&gt;he's not that into you &lt;/em&gt;because this movie attracted me by its name too.so yeah..(yeah shon,i watched it already.you cannot lansi me anymore.lol)&lt;br /&gt;wait wait,im not VERY into zac efron.its just 17 again.LOL.i hv no idea what im talking here.&lt;br /&gt;caught up with shuang and aunchi at around 11 smth.then we walked around.looking for belts.but i couldnt find any that really attracted me.haha.and aunchi got one.it was quite nice.=) then we were tired of walking so we just sat down.shupei came not long after.it had been ages since i last saw her.i missed her and her craps.i missed her laughs and everything.she was such a good friend.annnndddd she was a love expert.LOL.xD and obviously when she came,we started crapping A LOT MORE.it was just so nice to see her again after such a long timee.missed those times when we were gossipin together.&lt;br /&gt;went mph and i really really hoped that i could have the whole bookstore.i wanted every single storybooks there.urghh.it made me feel like collecting those storybooks now.hahahha.storybooks by cecilia ahern.storybooks by sophie kinsella.AND storybooks by stephenie meyer.and etc.etc.i want breaking dawn so badly now.someone somewhere somehow just lend me the storybook.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was at 1.30pm.so waited for suzhen to come,then we all headed to the cinema.and aunchi saw dharman.(dont really know the spelling) the beta guy.and he was with a girl.hahahha.okay whatever.its none of my business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;went into the room early.so had to wait for quite a long time before the movie started.so as usual,we gossiped while waiting for the movie to start.when the movie started,HAHAHAHA.zac efron lo.what else.LOL.and and,there was a guy who walked by in front of me who looked like . . . . hahaha.the way he walked look so like him.KAKAKKAKAKA.okay none of my business again.back to the movie,I JUST LOVVEEEEEEEE 17 AGAIN.okay done.&lt;br /&gt;went kim gary after the movie.OH MY.i wanted bosco wong for my lunch but they couldnt get me.damnn.=) had desserts after that.as what i had written before this post,treat myself desserts.it was okay la.not that bad afterall.talked about shupei's elvis.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then back home.watched &lt;em&gt;heart of greed&lt;/em&gt;.yes,i watched this show before and its really NICE.so couldnt resist myself from watching it again.anyway,not like i have SOOOOOOOOO many things to do that i got no time to watch tv.im bored okay.&lt;br /&gt;then after taking shower,brushed my teeth and whatever i was supposed to do every night,then off to bed.=)&lt;br /&gt;now i need to get myself done.its already 11am and im still here blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3994645726930250246?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3568414327687624273</id><published>2009-06-08T11:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:19:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in MCKL for the past 5 months.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i see.you see.she sees.he sees.we see.they see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;is going to be about..&lt;br /&gt;my life in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MCKL&lt;/span&gt; for the first 5 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i could remember,the first week of college was.. well in the beginning,i thought going to college was fun.no more high schools' rules.did not have to worry if you were late to college.there would not be any prefects taking you to see the principal.etc.etc.but in fact,college life was not much difference compared to the high school life.we still have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to follow.no slippers,no shorts,no three-quarters,no sleevesless,etc.etc.thats dumb,seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;on the first week,we had this &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orientation programme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.we had to reach college before 7.15am for the first week.my sis and i were late almost everyday in that week.i think in the 4 days(excluding the first day of college),we only came early once.HAHA.and we late comers had to do some stupid things.the first time we were late,we had to dance this chicken dance.OH MYYY.damn embarrassing weii.everyone around was looking at you,laughing.sigghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well then,we had to find 60 signatures from the seniors.it was not easy to get signatures,you had to do all sorts of silly things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;eg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crawling on the floor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;saying the longest word..&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the students lounge..&lt;br /&gt;photostating the seniors' timetables..&lt;br /&gt;singing in the middle of the basketball court..&lt;br /&gt;going into someone's class and shouting for "fire,fire!"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;they said if we did not have the 60 signatures,we would hv to gel the hair for girls,and for guys they had to put makeup .but &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING HAPPENED&lt;/strong&gt; in the end.wasted so much of my effort getting the signatures.so dumb.&lt;em&gt;some seniors&lt;/em&gt; were horrible.i repeat,&lt;strong&gt;some seniors&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;taking the train to college everyday was not so good.last time i used to feel envy of my friends because most of them took train to school.HAHA.i was being silly.now that i had to take train to college everyday,i felt so glad that i didnt have to suffer for the past 5 years.=) walking to college everyday was..a lil tiring.kind of.well some said it was a good exercise so i didnt complain much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then came the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orientation ball night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.it was almost like prom'08.thats because i saw a lot of the wesleyans there.it was like as if we were back to the prom day.we girls got to sit together.=) hmm.and of course we took a lot of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;these pictures i havent posted up on blog before,i guess.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJSkezF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/3e3hc14kv4E/s1600-h/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797809905440706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJSkezF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/3e3hc14kv4E/s320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the siao siao lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJSLOqbvI/AAAAAAAAATM/4yAeXaXy0l4/s1600-h/DSC_6551.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797803126877938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJSLOqbvI/AAAAAAAAATM/4yAeXaXy0l4/s320/DSC_6551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJSVDOUXI/AAAAAAAAATU/atPM4TlJZ8c/s1600-h/DSCN9433.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797805763252594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJSVDOUXI/AAAAAAAAATU/atPM4TlJZ8c/s320/DSCN9433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJS-8aydI/AAAAAAAAATk/3XEkSC92UoM/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797817008998866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJS-8aydI/AAAAAAAAATk/3XEkSC92UoM/s320/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;soon after this ob night,we had to prepare ourselves for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;orientation camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.omg this camp was something i could never forget.the night jungle walk was scary.yeah it was.especially when your torchlight went dead.the torchlight tienyi lent me went out of battery and it was so dark in front of me.i was thinking a lot at that time.scary weii.the end part was undescribable.the slope was damn terribly steep.thank god some guys stayed to help us out.pheww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the fake &lt;em&gt;streaming&lt;/em&gt; was fun.haha.ohyaa.i remembered that we were splashing water at the guys and girls of course.haha.it was not that bad.LOL.besides that,there was some talk.not very boring but still,was feeling sleepy during the talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and guess what,this was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i went to a camp.hmm,at the age of 17.haha.and it was like WHAO.haha.not bad after all.still alive anyway.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UV7BdBQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sctF4qY15oI/s1600-h/IMG_0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161805844776194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UV7BdBQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sctF4qY15oI/s320/IMG_0470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my bus partner.also same group as me during the camp.forever xq! love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UU6CSJSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fVebIlVgYfU/s1600-h/IMG_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161788399953186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UU6CSJSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fVebIlVgYfU/s320/IMG_0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey,ac wasnt supposed to be there.she took my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UVcNpe5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/dWFzLdk7akA/s1600-h/IMG_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161797574425490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UVcNpe5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/dWFzLdk7akA/s320/IMG_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and sze-ee got the priviledge to put the eggwhite on that guy's hair because it was their burfday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UVFOm6FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xzFyTp_olJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161791404435538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UVFOm6FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xzFyTp_olJ4/s320/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay i find this pic a lil funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UVu7ETUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/N5BjIHa0ICs/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161802596764994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3UVu7ETUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/N5BjIHa0ICs/s320/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this,HAHA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then came our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;kids' carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.to be honest,i seriously gained a lot of experience throughout this project.i have learned to be more responsible and doing things together as a team.(im not trying to write a report here.ahaa) and most importantly,getting to know each other better.=) as the secretary,i didnt let my team down.did i?haha.well,at least i went up to the front to type everything.which means i did something.=) on that day itself,we were so busy making sure that the carnival went on smoothly.and the kids were enjoying themselves,i could see that.xD and we took pictures,of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just pick some pics to put here.others are on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNitX1PxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/bYBIa-YetNg/s1600-h/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344802485216558866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNitX1PxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/bYBIa-YetNg/s320/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNiTCxziI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Jy14hgGw_wo/s1600-h/IMG_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344802478148931106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNiTCxziI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Jy14hgGw_wo/s320/IMG_0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy is hilarious.you will enjoy talkin to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNiCg_GxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8FmkQVzZ1fg/s1600-h/IMG_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344802473712229138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNiCg_GxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8FmkQVzZ1fg/s320/IMG_0512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before ac leave for her singing competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNh33y2kI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kmZ92YyYmN8/s1600-h/IMG_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344802470855105090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyNh33y2kI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kmZ92YyYmN8/s320/IMG_0541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;moey and her jelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a week after(i think) was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;treasure hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.sigh.justin and that elton did not join.they said it was a waste of money and time.haha.well,as usual my partner was chow chow.for 3 years already.and i could see many of the wesleyans there.haha.GUESS WHAT?peter yeow and joshua won again.AGAIN!damn smart,or shall i say damn lucky?no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3RFLSvJFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZMG9hOgnRXs/s1600-h/IMG_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345158219619574866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3RFLSvJFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZMG9hOgnRXs/s320/IMG_0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear chew shup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345158213506609490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3RE0hSsVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bCfd2euIXD8/s320/IMG_0603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;united.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3REme4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/pbIw2ISqliA/s1600-h/IMG_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345158209738401618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3REme4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/pbIw2ISqliA/s320/IMG_0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my partner for 3 years.loyal huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and after that,nothing much happened.after treasure hunt,our trials was coming up in a few weeks time.about a month after the trials,our real exams was coming.study study study.so yeah.life in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MCKL&lt;/span&gt;.wasnt that boring afterall.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot when did chew shup and shu min came to visit us with yuwern.then we went to visit shea li who was working in ts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3SGWqy4EI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y567EjT5730/s1600-h/DSCN9048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345159339364769858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3SGWqy4EI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y567EjT5730/s320/DSCN9048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3SGKVl0kI/AAAAAAAAAUs/460OitB2gY4/s1600-h/DSCN9049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345159336054608450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Si3SGKVl0kI/AAAAAAAAAUs/460OitB2gY4/s320/DSCN9049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this was how i survived in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mckl&lt;/span&gt;.with a bunch of lovely friends who gossips like nobody's business.thats us.forever us.=) and i met quite a lot of new friends.most of them were damn nice and friendly.but some.. well to them i might not be a nice friend too.so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was fun meeting new friends but sometimes its not a very good thing too.seriously.you might get hurt by them.friendship problems.sad sad sad.all i could say is too bad lo.maybe this was what we called as life.now that you have realised how dumb you were,next time you will be smarter when you mix with new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i do hope that the next semester will be much better than this.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh im halfway through&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.im soooooo in love with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;edward cullen&lt;/span&gt; again.oh my.he is just so SWEEET.just like any fairy tale stories.haha.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i cant wait to watch 17 again.=) zac efron.lallalalallalalaa.and my desserts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well you see,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stressed=desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in the opp way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;after being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt; for a long time due to exams,time to have some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desserts&lt;/span&gt; to chill. :):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;aunchi aunchi aunchi.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;addicted to david archuleta's songs.=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SiyJSkezF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/3e3hc14kv4E/s72-c/IMG_0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8964420189385707529</id><published>2009-06-06T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:18:11.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL FOR YOU.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello my fellooooooowww friends.im back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LL&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;EXAMS overr!!!!!oh im so glad.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i super duper upset for my c2.could have done better.i lost 11 marks for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i admit i didnt how to show the surface area which carries 5 marks.i hope i could get some marks for the method.at least i did some workings.haha.and if i had more time for the bloody coordinate R,i would not have to waste my 4 marks.STUPID ME.i knew how to do the LAST FREAKING MINUTE.so all i did was cancel my previous answer and wrote some gradient thingy.so i hope i get some marks there also.URGHH THIS WAS HORRIBLE.couldnt smile or laugh at all after the exam.but thank god i could sleep last night.havent beeen sleeping well lately.due to this dumbo exams la.and i was not feeling well before the maths paper.almost going to puke but after much of resting,i felt much better.felt damn dizzy wei.so scared i coulnt do the exam.pheww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;bio was like a murder on monday.it was the most terrible paper! i hateeeeeee it.im not going to say much about it cause i dont want to have a miserable hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;chem was OKAY la.not as  hard as BIO.sighh.but i didnt too many silly mistakes.so its the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will really cry if i dont get a single A.cause i studied more than ever!=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay done with the exams.now time to blog.real blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i was tagged by my DARLING yiting.hmm.will try bout it.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;4. Tag 21 friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. If someone says 'are you okay', you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;dont jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;footprints in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hmm.no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;whoa.yah,like a knife when we break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;nothing feels right when im not with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HEH HEH HEH?hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. What's your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;lol.the song from &lt;em&gt;moonlight resonance&lt;/em&gt;.so yeah talk to me!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;gotta be somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;dont you think so?if im not somebody,then they're nobody. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;8. What do your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;take a bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;this is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;you're not sorry(woot my fav)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hmm.he's not sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yeah i get the answer by looking at my umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;just dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAHAHA.hilarious.if they dance,ill row on the ground.kidding.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;12. What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;what i've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;perfect.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;a shopaholic.stop and buy.not just stare.provided if i have the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;14. What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hot n cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yeah.this is psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;15.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;thats what you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hmm.anything will be alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;16.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;come clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;eh not bad.make sure you take a shower before coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;17.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yeah waiting for him is what i have always been doing.(my &lt;em&gt;fav&lt;/em&gt; hobby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;18. What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;there's nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OMG.THIS IS THE BEST SO FAR.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;19. What is your biggest secret ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i hate this part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i am not going to tell you.blehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20.What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;halo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;just that simple.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;21. What do you think of your friends ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;bleeding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOL.this is way too funny.well im speechlesssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;22.What will you post this as ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yah,im falling for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tag :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21.yiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;no rules state that you cant tag the person who tagged you.or no rules state that you cant tag the same person.HAHA.enjoy yiting.i know you wont do it again.well.just playing around.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay done with the tagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.as i said before i know what i was going to blog after the exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well ill leave it for the next post.i wanna go eat my breakfast now.its already 1pm.so i guess im going to take my brunch and not breakfast.hungryyy.fooooood.chu cheong fun.loveeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OHYAAA.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ECLIPSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.oh my.love you cassss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;edward cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;i wanna go outttttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s remember i was dreaming of the same person.well,it lasted for 5 days only.=) so dont be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8964420189385707529?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8964420189385707529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/fall-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8964420189385707529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8964420189385707529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/06/fall-for-you.html' title='FALL FOR YOU.=)'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-7898501504638297887</id><published>2009-05-24T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:43:47.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;im so sick and tired of reading chemistry.i sooooo need a breakk.sighh.exams killing me wei.how nice if theres no exams.no exams sound GOOD.if i ever become the boss of the world in the future,i would ban all the schools,colleges and even universities for having exams.laamee..&lt;br /&gt;okay dumb me.&lt;br /&gt;a conversation btw someone and someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;why do we have exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to test us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to see who is smarter and who is dumber.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i do hope that theres something better than exams to test us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my &lt;strong&gt;exam timetable&lt;/strong&gt;.yuck yuck yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st june - biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3rd june - chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5th june - maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i havent even started my exam yet!! this is way too much.its pressuring me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh got nothing to do now.and as i said,i need a break.so here i am,blogging for the last time until exams over.tired of readin ppl's blog.nothing in facebook.most of the people are busy studying.unlike me.they study 12 hours per day while i just study 1 to 2 hours per day.i think i watch tv more than i study but i play comp more than i watch tv.too addictive laa.&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHHHHHHHHH.I FEEL SO DEADD.okay im going to study.im serious.seriously.dun bliff sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;OMHC-oh my holy cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.OMHCCC! i have been dreaming of the same person for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a row.SHUCCKS.i feel so like a psycho.i feel so weird.any reasons for having such dreams?scary wei.&lt;br /&gt;even that person thinks that this is scary.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to sleep yesterday but i couldnt help it.my eyes were closing at 3 smth last night/this morning.and i have to wake up at 10 today.supposed to wake up at 9 but i couldnt hear the alarm riniging.when i woke up my eyes were like nuts,so freaking small.(yes i know my eyes are already small,well,its smaller then!) tried opening but whenever i try,i started yawning.damn irritating weeei.took a short nap when i came home.Zzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got something in mind of what to blog after exams.HAHAHA.wait and see then.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-7898501504638297887?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/7898501504638297887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-and-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7898501504638297887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/7898501504638297887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-and-tired.html' title='sick and tired'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3139962039949734060</id><published>2009-05-15T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:52:53.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;whats the feeling when you finished blogging, suddenly your connection went dead and everything you wrote just went empty?OOMGGGG!I WANNA THROW THIS COMPP TO THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW!SUCK.i spent sooooooooo long writing it,and now its GONE?someone pls just kill me.nevermindd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;was making my blog alive again but stupid connection made me have to rewrite everything again.and yes i know this blog has been quite dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;exams coming.really shitt la.slept like 4 hours in the afternoon.and then watched tv from 6 to 8.its like im having a sweet and relaxing time here.when the results come,ill be like &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'WHHYYY?!HOOOW COMEEEEE?&lt;/span&gt;'. and my sister will say,&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;'you deserve it.who ask u dont study.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIGH!thats life.noone knows what is going to happen tomorrow.its a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lalallalaalaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so on the wednesday night,i have a super good time talking with my girlfriendss.whatever we talked about were sooooooooooooo funny and a lil lame.=) i was talking to them for about 2 hours plus.we even created a club for overselves that night.and guess what?im the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VICE PRESIDENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.woohoooooo!=) waaaittt a minute,whats the name of our club?or do we even have a name for our club?hahaha.i cant remember.sorry la,i have this shortened memories disease.xD cant be cured anymore.yeahh,we have a listt.a girl list.=) well,the conversation was quite long and its quite the private too.=P what i like most was when we said we were going to have a loner home if we're still single when we reached 40 yrs old.hahaha.so we shall start collecting money by now.TREASURER,DO YOU JOB.asst,help her out. (= wahh im like a boss only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lalallalallala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then came this guy,or shall i say a &lt;em&gt;drunk&lt;/em&gt; guy.he started talking craps and rubbish.he was noone else but GK.well,hes not a bad guy la but he swears like nobody's business.(same like his two other friends la.swear in class like every single day! my earssssss.) ohyaa,he taught me a new word too.shall i thank you for that?swtt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the girl list gave me an idea what to blog noww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my dream guy!!!=) yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must not swear!!!!! if he ter-swear,i may forgive him.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must not be a &lt;strong&gt;cowarddddd&lt;/strong&gt;.cowards are gayss.well,to me it is.if you have your own opinion,stand out for it laa.if you want to do something,do it laa.for what you care what others are going to say.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I LOATHE COWARDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must be a pet lover.loves dogsss especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must always send me a goodnight msg.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must know what i like and dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must be a patient person.cause im not-at-all-a-patient girl.so if he is impatient and im impatient,disaster comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must be a romantic guy.we shall watch &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; together.(i dont want to watch sunrise with him not because i dont want to wake up so early,its because i think its more romantic to watch sunset together.) seeee people.i aint that lazy k.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must be tall and tanned.well,at least taller than &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;.and im not that tall.xD and i dont like fair guys.haha.(weight doesnt matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must love sports.sporty guys i love.=] any sports will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must be a sweet loving boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must be a funny guy.make me laugh everytime im upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must be a 100% caring person.treat me the besstttt.care for me the mostttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must tell me everything &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; before telling anyone else.cause im more important than his friendss.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must appreaciate what i have done for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he must know how to differentiate laughs.(got this from moey.and i find it soooo true!) cause if he doesnt understand,problems come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAH HAH HAH - the sarcastic laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahahahahaa - its very very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hahah - its just the usual haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well to me,this is how the laughs mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the list of my dream guy seems long and hard.but see it clearly,its actually very simple.its just wwhat a usual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guy does to his gf.yes,i know its very hard to find one.but if he could do half of the list,im already VERY satisfied.cause i know noone is perfect.anyway,im not soooooooooooooo desperate to have one.afterall, i just realised that all the guys are the same.i still love my girlssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;keep that aside first.exams coming.and i shd be studying now.BIOLOGYYY &amp;amp; CHEMISTRYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you girls.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sg4gB2h-T0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4ZARW1A9I1k/s1600-h/IMG_4473.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336237824670584642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sg4gB2h-T0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4ZARW1A9I1k/s320/IMG_4473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sg4gCHmiqxI/AAAAAAAAATE/Y_1rn_TaaGA/s1600-h/IMG_4471.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336237829253147410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sg4gCHmiqxI/AAAAAAAAATE/Y_1rn_TaaGA/s320/IMG_4471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly i thought of pearl moses.haha.cause she taught us how to pronounce biology.its BIO-LO-GY.and not biology.HAHA.nvm.talking crap here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;andd she called me the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jerk girl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha.i will never forget that mann.i miss her so much.of course i dont miss those times when she scolded me.xD she and all her sarcastic words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;off to study BIO-LO-GY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3139962039949734060?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3139962039949734060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-feeling-when-you-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3139962039949734060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3139962039949734060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-feeling-when-you-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sg4gB2h-T0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4ZARW1A9I1k/s72-c/IMG_4473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-8532531594713977734</id><published>2009-04-25T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:12:42.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honour's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;honour's day 'o9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt expect myself to be invited for honour's day as i got only 9A's.but there i was,in school dressed like a &lt;em&gt;teacher&lt;/em&gt;.lol.anyway,i went to school at about 8 something and i saw soooooooooo many people there.the prefects,monitors,teachers and friends.and im glad to see mdm hema again.my f2 homeroom teacher.she was like,&lt;em&gt;'why didnt come and see me?your sis came and talked to me just now'&lt;/em&gt;.then i was like,&lt;em&gt;'i couldnt find u la mdm'&lt;/em&gt;.ahaha.i miss her a lot.i still remember that she used to teach me maths in f1 and then became my homeroom teacher and still my maths teacher in f2.she was very funny.she always got angry when we went out of the class to refill our bottles because we always do it during her lesson.LOL.she would either say,&lt;em&gt;'why you always refill your bottles during my lesson'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'hurry up'&lt;/em&gt;.sometimes when she came late for class,we would just leave the class without asking permission from her.haha.miss those days &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as usual,the long speeches by those VIPs and our &lt;em&gt;beloved&lt;/em&gt; principal.OH GODD.still the same old long boring speech by her.urghh.but luckily the year book was there to save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mann i was quite scared when they were starting to give prizes for the SPM results 'o8.before i went up,there was only 2 girls in front and i didnt know what to do.shall i just walk towards them or shall i curtsy.lallalallaa.terrible.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;after that,time to take some pictures.haha.girls wert,what to do. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3PvGpSJI/AAAAAAAAARM/jYaYrdN7p5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328663527591331986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3PvGpSJI/AAAAAAAAARM/jYaYrdN7p5Q/s320/IMG_0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes,we did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328663526143587250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3Pptec7I/AAAAAAAAARU/IuXh9XcRrVc/s320/IMG_0689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3P706DVI/AAAAAAAAARc/cWDks00P61w/s1600-h/IMG_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328663531006594386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3P706DVI/AAAAAAAAARc/cWDks00P61w/s320/IMG_0688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suzanna? moey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7QD4ETbI/AAAAAAAAASE/We-arto_2kk/s1600-h/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667931213843890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7QD4ETbI/AAAAAAAAASE/We-arto_2kk/s320/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the f5 corridor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3QEL5iWI/AAAAAAAAARk/maqvj7QD3ls/s1600-h/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328663533250513250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3QEL5iWI/AAAAAAAAARk/maqvj7QD3ls/s320/IMG_0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5K.a place not to be forgotten.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3QfCExCI/AAAAAAAAARs/_PBFNJDHjng/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328663540457063458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3QfCExCI/AAAAAAAAARs/_PBFNJDHjng/s320/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;our seats for the year 'o8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7P0JxzWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7WVgw9JpboA/s1600-h/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667926993161570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7P0JxzWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7WVgw9JpboA/s320/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;suyi and cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7QKFUk7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6WxhX0oZpxo/s1600-h/IMG_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667932880049074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7QKFUk7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6WxhX0oZpxo/s320/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what they usually do during class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7QfxzR8I/AAAAAAAAASM/g7h81q08nPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667938703755202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7QfxzR8I/AAAAAAAAASM/g7h81q08nPQ/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;miss tan.the genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667939136185106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM7QhY5oxI/AAAAAAAAASU/5YOVaXCCpJ4/s320/IMG_0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suli and duli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI7VcNqFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZUJvBwiVN88/s1600-h/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328682968314390610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI7VcNqFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZUJvBwiVN88/s320/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;kuli and duli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI7PWWlPI/AAAAAAAAASs/rWtIYTZSFPs/s1600-h/IMG_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328682966679196914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI7PWWlPI/AAAAAAAAASs/rWtIYTZSFPs/s320/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the two other geniuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI62EdXvI/AAAAAAAAASk/7C3XlFiWmKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328682959893257970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI62EdXvI/AAAAAAAAASk/7C3XlFiWmKQ/s320/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;huimin,the girl who always give you those sarcastic words.=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI6_C8GEI/AAAAAAAAASc/3PKmKle5Qu4/s1600-h/IMG_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328682962302801986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfNI6_C8GEI/AAAAAAAAASc/3PKmKle5Qu4/s320/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;eltonluo.the maths wizard.LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;erm,a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;daniel khaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who helped me to take the pics when we were on stage being honoured.xD and the pics he took are all uploaded on facebook.=] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS PENG TSU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(err,same person.daniel khaw=peng tsu.its daniel khaw peng tsu.okay wtv.haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh.was supposed to go MV with them but brother smsed me last night saying that he was not coming home because he has to study for his final exam.which means i dont transport home.so i couldnt go.ohwell,theres always another time.anyway,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GOOD LUCK BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!score good results.=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lalallalaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;things changed.people changed.and i seriously dislike it.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i prefer the old you.i miss the old you.why did you change?WHY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess it is partly my fault.ooh godd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THE OLD C O W K E Y.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; only there is such rewind button back to the past,i would definitely press it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but most importantly,the girls are still the same old girls who gossips like nobody's business.=] thats us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;off to bed.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-8532531594713977734?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/8532531594713977734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/04/day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8532531594713977734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/8532531594713977734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/04/day.html' title='honour&apos;s day.'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/SfM3PvGpSJI/AAAAAAAAARM/jYaYrdN7p5Q/s72-c/IMG_0699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-3777463099703574006</id><published>2009-04-24T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:51:39.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SIGHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is sooooooooooo terrible.OMGGG.well,i actually failed my accs.i got only 47/100.yeah,terrible.i know.results below 50 is considered fail in this college,but pass for alevel.(according to chong moi moi la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ohweeell.im speechless.couldnt believe myself actually.=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and today is the last day for ielts class.when miss grace says that,i have a sad feeling.haha.but its good.which means we can go home at 12.=] PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow is &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;honour's day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes,now im addicted to this game called&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;'pipes'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.shitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565752257018372197-3777463099703574006?l=w-suli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/feeds/3777463099703574006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3777463099703574006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565752257018372197/posts/default/3777463099703574006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-suli.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>Memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337830439122191155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgiPfNKOSsI/Sn42CFXzjWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hUaw-odFTEQ/S220/IMG_0206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565752257018372197.post-1375122324574672007</id><published>2009-04-16T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:19:48.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finallyyyy trials over.=]&lt;br /&gt;have been studying like a nerd cow only wei.and i think im going to fail my accounts.diieeeeee.accs is just so hard yet simple in a way.i just hope to pass.thats all.i dont need to get super duper high results which will never happe
