<?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-19650924</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:11:09.612+08:00</updated><category term='happy valentine&apos;s day :]'/><category term='bisectmyheart'/><category term='common test over'/><category term='Translation of Lyrics'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='fuck you cheebye is what i told my sis'/><category term='stress'/><category term='funny'/><category term='3cheers for Jake khristopher Archen'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='my weakpower to control myself'/><category term='april fool'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='dancing onigiri'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='ka-chaaaa my hair'/><category term='test'/><category term='newspaper poems'/><category term='dearestsss'/><category term='sianzation'/><category term='vexed'/><category term='feeling better ; 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ROAR. &amp;amp; predicted, i was banished from the kitchen. Ah Miao wanted me to retire from being a runner:/ so i was stationed at B section, and i abhored it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept poking people around. oh, speaking of people. there's this super tall guy, i don't know what's the name. he's &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;187cm&lt;/span&gt; tall~ and another guy called Douglas i think. was around &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 full heads&lt;/span&gt; shorter than that 187cm-tall guy. it was amazingly entertaining when he asked people to see how short he is. oh, and Douglas had a head of gold (meaning he dyed whole hair gold la..) and had coloured contact lenses on. and er. he looked pale. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this guy too. He's cute man. Looked around 18? don't know his name, but he looked matured and .. cute. yea. lol. then there's another guy called Vincent, from Myanmar. 18years old, currently in Singapore Poly. nice guy. We walked towards the MRT Station together after work ytd night. He told me his name &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt;, cos i kept telling him i forgot what his name was. oh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rofl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark sms and called me ytd night. er, i don't know whatever for. but he just kept sms-ing me. and sent me 2 goodnight msges. today, Ferdinand told him i was 15 and he couldn't believe it. He still kept touching my hand. &lt;em&gt;HAIYO&lt;/em&gt;. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i told Camilla that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss her alot&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;today! wassup! was working again, and was quite slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Ying got work and we chatted alot. she's quite tall man.. i got her number too(:&lt;br /&gt;and Ferdinand got work too! he said he miss me ;D&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i got Dhany's number too~ he asked for mine. &lt;em&gt;ahhh, just another grown up man who smokes and is from malaysia :3&lt;/em&gt; we walked towards MRT together today. he said he's going to work at the new ichiban that's opening at centre point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also noticed, whenever i work, Ming Haur didn't work :/&lt;br /&gt;i guess manager put it that way, cos i think everyone in the kitchen thought i like him -_-&lt;br /&gt;fine, i admit he's one &lt;strong&gt;big big &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dsg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but i didn't say i like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid linus, keep dsiao-ing me today, and even squashed me like pancake! he fed me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chuka lidako&lt;/span&gt; but just couldn't stop telling me how that small octopus's brain will be squashed and chewed in my mouth. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disgusting fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another new guy! named Edwin. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADORABLE BOY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; aged only 13, which means he's just a small didi. but nevertheless, he's taller than me! ): oh, and yes, i say again, he looks really adorable, &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; those vulgarities like kaobei and others (which i think is vulgar and you may not think it is), ruined my image of him. but still, he is adorable. not cute but &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;adorable boy&lt;/span&gt;. XD oh, he looked pale too. yea, i mean skin colour is quite white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh! another guy. called.. Jhay! hah~ malay guy i think. or is he from another country. he's big sized and funny. conclusion, maybe some malay people are b______, but some are so cute and funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i left 30min to after-work, i was being told to guard section B again. walao eh.. stupid Jay. not Jhay. is Jay. Jay is manager. Jhay is worker. anyway, Mark was at section B too. then i told him i dun wan stay at section B. he asked me why and started pulling my hand and tucking my arm between his folded arms! &lt;em&gt;Wah piang eh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall reply tags next time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and, michelle, you said you wanted to quit anytime. i said that ytd too. but after working for a few more hours or times, you mayb feel better. so, make up your mind. if you still want quit, just tell me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; boon ann said i was cute. people in the kitchen also said i was cute. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you people ah, just don't know how un-cute i was. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;muhahaha :x&lt;/span&gt; i'll show you how UN-cute i was someday.. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3642544417215983329?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3642544417215983329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3642544417215983329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3642544417215983329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3642544417215983329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/ytd-was-working-after-long-long-break.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4651486046494753401</id><published>2007-10-18T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:04:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ming Yong, Wan Ting and me, had our laughs at chinese lesson today. My girlfriend/wife/laopo is weak in Chinese, but weak till it became an entertainment for me and Ming Yong:D We called him the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Samuel Entertainment Centre&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SEC&lt;/span&gt;). It's really, o-m-g-funny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Played bball during PE. i think i looked kinda idiot, kept throwing the ball and going in only...not alot of time-_- Samuel and Jun Wei both also throwing at another court. heng they not looking how stupidly i threw the ball :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feel like learning bball. even my short cousin is learning it, in fact hoping that she'll grow taller. one day, i shall ask tata out and play at her bball court during midnight. oh &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;, midnight, where everyone was sleeping.. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went to eat laksa with evon just now. hmmm, i think the more i eat, the more i can taste a sour feeling.. opps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh love, &lt;strong&gt;goodluck&lt;/strong&gt; for your bball tournament that's coming((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;! today's a boring day:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4651486046494753401?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4651486046494753401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4651486046494753401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4651486046494753401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4651486046494753401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/ming-yong-wan-ting-and-me-had-our.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4565394051001768679</id><published>2007-10-16T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:53:35.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please, any kind soul, help me find the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.O.S.&lt;/strong&gt; sang by &lt;em&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;please please please~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4565394051001768679?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4565394051001768679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4565394051001768679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4565394051001768679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4565394051001768679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-any-kind-soul-help-me-find-song.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2488332191608215761</id><published>2007-10-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:05:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw Rafi at jp today. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;lucky i din see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bunch of fuhua pupils, recognising them by their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with haoxiang, nutter, dalton, wei da and aik ping. (if that's how it's spelt).. zi yuan didn't go today, neither did siang ding. hahah, '&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;'..&lt;br /&gt;went queenstown, they wanna buy things. after tat, went to jp to watch movie: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;balls of fury&lt;/span&gt;. and yes, melvin, Maggie Q &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she's cool too. overall, i think the show's quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, while bathing, i washed my spectacles. and guess what, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it broke into half&lt;/span&gt;. i think the metal gave way, which means, it's not the glass that falls out, is the whole thing &lt;em&gt;pi-cha&lt;/em&gt; into two. cool, i'm going to be a blind kid from today:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;daryl, please help me in class if you're still sitting beside me :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;may:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yea, u shld have killed me. maybe a shot in the head by a gun, or a swing into the heart using a knife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;eeee~ vampire! tat's sooooo cool! i had vampire teeth, u know? ;D and i often daydream myself to be a vampire. i even hoped i was a vampire, after watching the chinese movie called &lt;em&gt;qian ji bian&lt;/em&gt;, whereby Edison Chen was the vampire prince. oh, then what shld i be? can i just be a.. hmm... witch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and, maybe don't kill him. i can reject his offer of the cig if i dont want. but when my mood ain't good, i may just asked from him, meaning it's not his fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;br /&gt;i miss May sweetheart &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-2488332191608215761?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2488332191608215761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2488332191608215761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2488332191608215761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2488332191608215761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/saw-rafi-at-jp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3806094584055392326</id><published>2007-10-14T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:24:14.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and my mom just pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3806094584055392326?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3806094584055392326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3806094584055392326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3806094584055392326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3806094584055392326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-my-mom-just-pissed-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1907516669710908323</id><published>2007-10-14T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:13:51.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with bo xian today, and saw may with soo ching at plaza sing`. we were so shocked to see each other, we laughed like crap.&lt;br /&gt;walk around, it was quite bored, to say the truth. so i wanted to go home, and it made bo xian damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, yea, but i don't feel like continue-ing on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the red line back to je, then to boon lay. while on the red line train, saw lots of malay families. And there's this malay guy, so thin, wearing a big sunglasses, standing near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow, it just reminds me of you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also this small little guy, maybe age 6?, from another country. he had his hair dyed. i love his hair. not only becos it's dyed black-mix-with-brown, it's also kind of nice style. but- maybe he'll look like a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;xiaoshuaige&lt;/span&gt; if he's thinner by a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a boring day. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mommy, please let me go out tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hmm.yes,i've sort out my thoughts,but no,i'm still not happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the moment i think about it,it just hurts like fuck. the only solution i thought of,for now,is just to avoid. maybe it's a good solution for you to forget me and for me to refrain from getting sad whenever i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;but no matter what,i still won't say goodbye to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;and er,so..what exactly is friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th october, i'm awaiting. there's going to be a &lt;strong&gt;halloween party&lt;/strong&gt;! and/but i won't tell you people where it is held at :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1907516669710908323?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1907516669710908323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7394091820110030546</id><published>2007-10-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:40:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First this, now that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going to lose yet another friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;whenever i talked to you, May, i really feel like telling you everything, but... tears just choked me; i couldn't speak at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-want-to-smoke.&lt;br /&gt;hell yes, i feel like trying. and hell yes, bo xian is giving me a so-called strawberry flavoured cig soon. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe julian can supply me with some too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i really do, the next thing i know is, everyone's gonna say they are not going to be my friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i've got 2 choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;option 1 : i can just heck care. i've already lost 1, and going to lose another. it doesn't matter anymore. to me, i think, a friend shld be able to accept anything u did or wanna do. if he/she hated me just becos i smoke, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;scram off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;option 2 : on the other hand, it does matters. i'll lose everything, everyone, and even my home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;oh fuckkkk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7394091820110030546?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7394091820110030546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7394091820110030546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7394091820110030546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7394091820110030546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-this-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5028435087170920784</id><published>2007-10-11T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:20:49.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;did not&lt;/strong&gt; suffer from any break up from any bgr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;friends just meant too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;oh fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5028435087170920784?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5028435087170920784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5028435087170920784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5028435087170920784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5028435087170920784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-no.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5264288398154722301</id><published>2007-10-11T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:15:15.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;tell me, how could i ever forget everything? how could i put all the blame on you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i was hoping for friday to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;now, i dun think it matters to you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;smile? i've lost the root of smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;amath was a die die paper. too many things on my mind. it's so hard so hard, to even concentrate on anything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry people, for putting up such a goddamn-face today.&lt;br /&gt;i just... can't seem to put my mind at rest. i'm totally ain't in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i rest? i'm having a major headache.. sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;every minute, i rmb all the words you said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;and every second, i just feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;it seemed that there's no point for me to be even enjoying the free time i have now, nor to celebrate the end of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;now, right now, i wished someone would lock me in my room, where i could bury my head in the pillow to cry, and forget about the time. hell knows when i will stop tearing. well, who cares anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i nvr knew that a special friend like you, meant this much. i am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i wished to shout out to the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss May :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5264288398154722301?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5264288398154722301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5264288398154722301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5264288398154722301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5264288398154722301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8248522054437695412</id><published>2007-10-08T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:57:18.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michelle's sensitive part is on her legs/thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO ON, TRY IT YOURSELF IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sneak up on her and use anything to touch her thighs or legs.&lt;br /&gt;she'll freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er,, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't blame me if anything happens to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sutomo just told me he told ichiban he wanted to quit. then deddy and other pple also wanted to tell. even camilla had thought of quitting. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-and then...in the end, i wasn't even sure what am i suppose to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please, i want to go to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8248522054437695412?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6765799759037348246</id><published>2007-10-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:56:07.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, i didn't blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. was having exams.. yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich tata jean and gina came to my hse ytd.&lt;br /&gt;we played cards, watch Scary Movie 4, and ate macorroni with Tom Yam soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a boring day today.&lt;br /&gt;wanted people to come my hse and entertain me. haha :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's very sickening for my phone to hang and spoil when i've got so many stuffs inside. now all gone luh, so no photos for upload D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now.. bye.&lt;br /&gt;good luck everybody, for the upcoming papers for EOY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6765799759037348246?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6765799759037348246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6765799759037348246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6765799759037348246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6765799759037348246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-again-i-didnt-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-12680479506687855</id><published>2007-09-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:11:00.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Translation of Lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There Will Be A Day (&lt;a title="find more by this artist!" href="http://powersugoi.net/tingdong/artist.php?artist=87"&gt;JJ Lin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1943, World War II*, Grandma was still young&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa loved her so much, their feelings were deep&lt;br /&gt;But Grandpa bears an important duty; on the night he leaves the village&lt;br /&gt;He gives Grandma a kiss, and softly says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving, don't cry anymore, don't be heartbroken, please believe me&lt;br /&gt;You have to wait, my love will never leave you&lt;br /&gt;Because there will be a day when we'll hold hands in a meadow listening&lt;br /&gt;To the bird's singing voices; listen to me say: I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is setting in the west, birds have gone home,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is laying on her sickbed&lt;br /&gt;Her breathing is a little slow, but her eye-expression is still gentle&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Grandpa's watery eyes, holding his coarse hand&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's tears begin to flow, she softly says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-12680479506687855?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/12680479506687855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PAYJIAHAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uh,if it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; his birthdayyy &lt;/em&gt; :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4534157314369441696?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4534157314369441696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4534157314369441696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4534157314369441696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4534157314369441696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-payjiahao.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5776788557090576273</id><published>2007-09-24T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:38:54.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handphone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. failed my bio again. ever again -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel.. uh... today in chinese class...... l-o-l.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall shut my mouth :X&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i tot u knew i took your pic. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhs. i shall post some random pictures again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i shall post what i saw on newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;打工生活&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美丽工厂是我家，&lt;br /&gt;工资永远没得加；&lt;br /&gt;伙食真是差差差，&lt;br /&gt;天天辣椒炒黄瓜；&lt;br /&gt;最靓就是猪油渣,&lt;br /&gt;无鱼无肉又无虾；&lt;br /&gt;无油无盐又多沙，&lt;br /&gt;为饱肚子强咽下；&lt;br /&gt;累得半夜想出家，&lt;br /&gt;眼泪直流哗啦啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;牵手&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牵到情人的手，&lt;br /&gt;一阵温暖在心头。&lt;br /&gt;牵到小姨的手，&lt;br /&gt;后悔当初娶错婆。&lt;br /&gt;牵到老婆的手，&lt;br /&gt;就像左手摸右手。&lt;br /&gt;牵到丈母的手，&lt;br /&gt;就像摸到脚趾头，&lt;br /&gt;待会记得要洗手！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being grumpy... But... My phone's been really really pissing me off recently.&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt. Yea, half dying to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;But yet it works just fine sometimes of the day.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this sickening problem is even making me more mad.&lt;br /&gt;It's eating away my sms-es. You know, all those nice nice very nice smses i've got?&lt;br /&gt;They were all gone. &lt;strong&gt;ALL GONEEEE!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. If only i could repair the phone myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh no. it should be... if only i can throw it into the sea... T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's busy studying right now. but i'm here to blogggg.&lt;br /&gt;Because i made myself to do it! In case i became lazy again and ... PLOP, it's dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5776788557090576273?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5776788557090576273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5776788557090576273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5776788557090576273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5776788557090576273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4797278947064012813</id><published>2007-09-22T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:48:28.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ij_VWdlTBFY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ij_VWdlTBFY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4797278947064012813?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4797278947064012813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4797278947064012813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4797278947064012813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4797278947064012813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3924667643623586216</id><published>2007-09-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:48:44.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy finally i'm posting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made this pic when i was bored.. it's from brushes called "distressed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPM3ySE3xI/AAAAAAAAA68/f6cZcZOWF9I/s1600-h/distressed+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112655260758105874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPM3ySE3xI/AAAAAAAAA68/f6cZcZOWF9I/s320/distressed+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another random picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPMmySE3wI/AAAAAAAAA60/uo392Q85fxY/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112654968700329730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPMmySE3wI/AAAAAAAAA60/uo392Q85fxY/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is drawn by yan min ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPLCCSE3vI/AAAAAAAAA6c/U0NDqdUHCiY/s1600-h/DSC00887(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112653237828509426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPLCCSE3vI/AAAAAAAAA6c/U0NDqdUHCiY/s320/DSC00887(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this during choir.&lt;br /&gt;sharlynn was with close contact with that junior (; of cos she's happy :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28/8/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivian's house after school. and i took photos of jean on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPK4ySE3sI/AAAAAAAAA6E/rjYhe2IARX4/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112653078914719426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPK4ySE3sI/AAAAAAAAA6E/rjYhe2IARX4/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPK5CSE3tI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Ox4mw0qqqGw/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112653083209686738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPK5CSE3tI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Ox4mw0qqqGw/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask her to come sit with me, she dun wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPK5SSE3uI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UQWQqc1tnzE/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112653087504654050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPK5SSE3uI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UQWQqc1tnzE/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is on another bus. we took this to show that the guy sitting there has the same hand position as jean, which is very funny. but vivan didn't managed to take the evidence, bcos the guy moved -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian had a BIG television!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPKXiSE3rI/AAAAAAAAA58/ZIbwjWw97vc/s1600-h/DSC00894+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112652507684069042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPKXiSE3rI/AAAAAAAAA58/ZIbwjWw97vc/s320/DSC00894+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words "stay out" and the white colour thing, is drawn by vivian's sister ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPE0ySE3qI/AAAAAAAAA50/rfi3OF_JFTI/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112646413125476002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPE0ySE3qI/AAAAAAAAA50/rfi3OF_JFTI/s320/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian showed me how to use photoshop. so she just anyhow took the photo of rain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh, to all rain fans, sorry bout the pic :X&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, as i was saying, she just added whatever it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tada! the effect was nice lorh! anyhow also can make till so nice :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEuiSE3pI/AAAAAAAAA5s/wFz34_9GpFQ/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112646305751293586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEuiSE3pI/AAAAAAAAA5s/wFz34_9GpFQ/s320/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian's parrot ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPElySE3oI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qt4sfztBXeI/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112646155427438210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPElySE3oI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qt4sfztBXeI/s320/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian's parrot in a fish tank.. hmmm, interesting (;&lt;br /&gt;and it seemed to know that i'm taking its pic, so it kept moving to siam my camera D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went 7-11 before going vivian's house, to buy somethings.&lt;br /&gt;i bought oreo for Samuel (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mich bought toys. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's said that when you put into water, it will expand and become big..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so we experimented it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEdiSE3nI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7X2gbZQv6qw/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112646013693517426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEdiSE3nI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7X2gbZQv6qw/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no change at all. michelle's been cheated! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while walking towards the busstop to go home, we walked along the canal.&lt;br /&gt;vivian: alot of accidents happened here. pple roll down and some died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: HUH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEXySE3mI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PSv9Kufew28/s1600-h/DSC00903+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112645914909269602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEXySE3mI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PSv9Kufew28/s320/DSC00903+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEPiSE3lI/AAAAAAAAA5M/i1NvJFR56Os/s1600-h/DSC00904+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112645773175348818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPEPiSE3lI/AAAAAAAAA5M/i1NvJFR56Os/s320/DSC00904+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a bridge, i noticed that this side of the canal has millions of flags hung on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPD1iSE3kI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fapjk8A4TRY/s1600-h/DSC00905+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112645326498750018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPD1iSE3kI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fapjk8A4TRY/s320/DSC00905+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, still in National Day mood yea? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah! it rained on the way, and we're all drenched ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPDqCSE3jI/AAAAAAAAA48/V0a5FWOCGbY/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112645128930254386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPDqCSE3jI/AAAAAAAAA48/V0a5FWOCGbY/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic. samuel drew this on my beside-the-knee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30/8/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went je, actually, gina jean and me wanted to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;but michelle dun wan, then we dun wan ps her, so we went to eat pizza hut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPCXiSE3iI/AAAAAAAAA40/-mzaAxv_zWg/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112643711591046690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPCXiSE3iI/AAAAAAAAA40/-mzaAxv_zWg/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle ordered her own food while the rest of us ordered the new set. the one with lots of cheeseeee. actually, i don't really like cheese. heh. but i dun hate it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPCNSSE3hI/AAAAAAAAA4s/pu69Hgp8X-g/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112643535497387538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPCNSSE3hI/AAAAAAAAA4s/pu69Hgp8X-g/s320/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tat, we went to michelle's house. and then they played cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before they started, they had actually thought of playing truth or dare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gina: hey! let's play truth or dare. those who chosed dare shall go to michelle's father and asked him for a condom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all: LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had videos on them playing cards. super interesting, cos all u can hear is their laughter. they laughed at anything, and they can think of anything to say, which leads to everyone laughing. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, JEAN. drank sweet drink and cos someone said something funny, she 'puked' the drink out onto her skirt. uh-oh! she's super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(they dun wan me to post the videos, cos michelle's reputation will be lost, so... i'm not posting.. xD oh, and previously, i've got videos of gina walking funnily and jean kept shaking left and right. funny videos, but they dun wan post. so, yea, not posting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich's sis keep coming in, so mich is highly irritated about it. and then... one time, she came in to ask mich how to do math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mich flared up and somehow scolded her sis. &lt;em&gt;(tat's y i say her reputation will go down if i post the video)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's super scary lorh! then she keep asking her sis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"do you know what is the factor of a number?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"it's something times something equals to tat num! understand?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after awhile, she asked the same qn again. and again... and then again. asked super alot of times, the sameeee qn. BUT HER SIS STILL SHAKES HER HEAD AND SAY SHE DUNO WHAT'S FACTOR OF THAT NUM. &lt;strong&gt;lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also played uno. and there's a part where jean actually said she want purple colour after throwing out the card draw four. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;jean: purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;all: HUH? lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mich replied her: yea yea, red and blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uberrrrr&lt;/span&gt; funny, tat's all i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPB9SSE3gI/AAAAAAAAA4k/tUbSoXEXFHc/s1600-h/DSC00918+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112643260619480578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPB9SSE3gI/AAAAAAAAA4k/tUbSoXEXFHc/s320/DSC00918+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go home. and while on the bus, gina saw a small shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPBeSSE3fI/AAAAAAAAA4c/8LUclZoaB_A/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112642728043535858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPBeSSE3fI/AAAAAAAAA4c/8LUclZoaB_A/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can spot it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh, wanna tell mich also... u asked me if i got stead with that someone before. yea i did. and i told u alot yea? i wanted to tell u too, that, i regretted so much after rejecting him last time, when he wanna patch. cos i realised how much i love him. but it's already too late. i missed my chance. he will no longer be mine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31/8/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class bonding! it's teacher's day and aces day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aces day was bored. no one was evening following those workouts can! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class bonding... we eat and watched lame videooo. but it's funnyyy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class gave $$ and made a cake for ms cheong. &lt;strong&gt;happy teacher's day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPBJSSE3eI/AAAAAAAAA4U/SbfjrSNhFLs/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112642367266282978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPBJSSE3eI/AAAAAAAAA4U/SbfjrSNhFLs/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPBASSE3dI/AAAAAAAAA4M/d17KAGBIbtQ/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112642212647460306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPBASSE3dI/AAAAAAAAA4M/d17KAGBIbtQ/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPAhCSE3cI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZoHriOOuBSE/s1600-h/DSC00922+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112641675776548290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPAhCSE3cI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZoHriOOuBSE/s320/DSC00922+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPALSSE3bI/AAAAAAAAA38/dAwGDq8FgjU/s1600-h/DSC00923+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112641302114393522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPALSSE3bI/AAAAAAAAA38/dAwGDq8FgjU/s320/DSC00923+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvO6pySE3aI/AAAAAAAAA30/sMg5aBTsmZY/s1600-h/DSC00924+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112635229030636962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvO6pySE3aI/AAAAAAAAA30/sMg5aBTsmZY/s320/DSC00924+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas, tat's jannah (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tat, went home and then met penghwee to go arena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiffany's birthday was held there. so in the end ph brought me there and he played pool with jared. jared's quite pro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, tammie and i had a fun time 'cursing' people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will keep repeating tat person's name, and he/she will miss the ball, or the white ball will go into the hole. muhaha, we're evil (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den jiaxin group joined. ph also met his friend while playing pool. eh! kevin was also there, i din realise until ryan comes. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then tiffy decided to play bowling instead. i wasn't interested, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went ahead with ph to jp, where i had my ear pierced again. my 9th earhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvO1MSSE3XI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Gu5DBoAGvKc/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112629224666357106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvO1MSSE3XI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Gu5DBoAGvKc/s320/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice eh? took it while on the way to bus stop to take bus to jp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after piercing my ear, ph brought me to jp 5th floor. his frens previously, were playing pool there.&lt;br /&gt;i din noe what to do, and it's so paiseh, since i dunno any of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;so i called mich to chat. chat chat chat, i became 'high' and started disiao-ing ph's friend:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i saw keng jun hao on the way to 5th floor. he don't recognise me at all. lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ph intro his friend to me. they were shawn, long xia, and another one i can't rmb the name.&lt;br /&gt;and i rmbed, shawn asked me: &lt;em&gt;are you very cold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i nodded my head. ph lent me his jacket. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLIDAYS FINALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time passes so fast everytime it's holidays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't rmb what i did... :x siansss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well, photos upload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4/9/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch movie with xingquan. i love his jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took what i wore. cos jeremy said i nv took what i wore. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvO1EySE3WI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kPx4eNi6FMM/s1600-h/DSC00930(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112629095817338210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvO1EySE3WI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kPx4eNi6FMM/s320/DSC00930(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i've edited this pic before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOiKiSE3VI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tf4joTrxtaQ/s1600-h/DSC00935(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112608303880658258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOiKiSE3VI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tf4joTrxtaQ/s200/DSC00935(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think i look like a boy. lol. tat's my sis's jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5/9/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with mom to tampines. walk walk walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when going home, i saw this man making prata. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i onli took it after he flipped the thing. cos my brain lagged, half way then tot of taking pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOh8CSE3TI/AAAAAAAAA28/S2qqTxOjDts/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112608054772555058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOh8CSE3TI/AAAAAAAAA28/S2qqTxOjDts/s200/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOh8SSE3UI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EtzzQzlK00E/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112608059067522370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOh8SSE3UI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EtzzQzlK00E/s200/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go tampines mall. it's quite big, and nice ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, then i went to meet gina after this.&lt;br /&gt;gina and jean went to mich's hse as they waited for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to get guitar from fengheng. and waited for gina they all to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, they told me they called deno along. i was like, HUH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;waited for deno in pioneer mall mac for quite longggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well, we talked about alot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw jian rong too, sitting on one corner doing his work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deno finally reached and i could smell the smoke smell on him, together with his perfume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we then walked to park, since there's nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to park near blk811 and stone there :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually is play swing. i love swings :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the 4 of us just sat on the bridge and er.. stoned again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. deno's sooooooo shyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home at around 11+. deno helped me carried the guitar. (thanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted to send me home, but i insist he stayed and wait for bus with gina and jean(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7/9/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to meet with boxian, my online friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to wait for sister to lend me $50 (which i din even use -__-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we then went to imm, and i bought something for boxian to try. something from ichiban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siew tee was there, so she charged me 2 sushis for free. (forever thanks to siew tee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, after havin icekachang, i gave the sushi to weiming. yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soo stupid, he told boon ann it was actually for him. then it's like i missssss boon ann so much. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;boon ann is sooooooo cute okay! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then boxian and i went to vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and saw kids playing on horses. kinda lame. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOhsCSE3SI/AAAAAAAAA20/yGu0TjcSvjQ/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112607779894648098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOhsCSE3SI/AAAAAAAAA20/yGu0TjcSvjQ/s320/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went pet shop tooo.. simply loveeeeeeee the dogs there. and the rabbits.. aiya, all of the animals there lah! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went toys'r'us. and played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOhnSSE3RI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zZau2XdwpnM/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112607698290269458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOhnSSE3RI/AAAAAAAAA2s/zZau2XdwpnM/s320/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person inside the plastic casing..lol, she's uprooted :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOhLCSE3QI/AAAAAAAAA2k/wkhybh5HLNc/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112607212958964994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOhLCSE3QI/AAAAAAAAA2k/wkhybh5HLNc/s320/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOfMiSE3PI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1mOVQ3upM5g/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112605039705513202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOfMiSE3PI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1mOVQ3upM5g/s320/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went to daiso. and we had so much fun. cos i was being soooooo lame. lols~&lt;br /&gt;after tat, he send me to city hall, and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met gina, deno and hao xiang at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;missed the ghost movie. and watched magic gourd instead. lame show -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOfHCSE3OI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KvzmLglk-1k/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112604945216232674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOfHCSE3OI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KvzmLglk-1k/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamagotchi. kids just love them. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after tat, we just walked around, ate burger king, and watched pple dance to make time pass. burger king was.. hilarious man... hx and deno play play play. then keep playing scissors paper stone. lols. who lose who will eat the oreo dipped with tomato sauce or chilli sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took this when suntec closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOe1iSE3NI/AAAAAAAAA2M/RX1ka5vAYEs/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112604644568521938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOe1iSE3NI/AAAAAAAAA2M/RX1ka5vAYEs/s320/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamagotchi's 10th birthday i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to take taxi very late. mood wasn't good, cos gina's mood was very bad. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was so worried for her... sighs.&lt;br /&gt;exchanged num with hao xiang on the taxi, and then they alighted at je while me and deno continued the ride till pioneer mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tot fengheng had bike, so i wanna lend and then walked deno home. but in the end fh and his bro not at home, they gone out with the bike ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i decided to slowly walk deno home. who knows, he bring me and walk a big big round, when there's actually a super short way to walk. &lt;strong&gt;LOL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deno's super funny and cute. and also, he kept tripping over his slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had his last cigarette with him. and he used it up, with me beside him, sucking in all the smoke. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he keep wanting to cut through buildings, but i was like, &lt;em&gt;ARE YOU SURE&lt;/em&gt;. cos i dun wanna get lost. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, fh send deno home, with deno standing at the back of his bike, and he 'drive'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tat, i went cycling with fh. midnight cycling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he bring me cycle to west coast park. and we cycled pass alot of factories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what!? the dogs chased us can!? OMGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked! i drove sooooooo fast. i even scared till i drive past fh, then after tat he keep saying: wah. u drive so fast! just now tat dog just beside me lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super funnieee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we decided to turn back when we were just a few bus stops away. then i said, i don't want to drive pass the factories again. i dun wan the dogs to chase me. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we cycle to the other end of the canal, which was the high way. there's also a temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;near temple were buildings. we decided to cut through the buildings, who knows, it began to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like, WTF????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we took shelter. i was super worn out T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we had to continue. and the rain was like, rain then stop, rain then stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sitting under the blk, and rest awhile before carrying on (uh, rain stopped)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then saw cats' getting into fights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cycle cycle cycle, finally, we saw the 198 bus stop. so we go along the path which 198 took. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after awhile, we came upon the je mrt. we were so glad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we cycle all the way back to jp, stopping at some bus stops to rest. it was at chinese garden tat bus stop, where we stopped and went into Cheers to buy some water to quench our thirst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, reached fh hse. then i went to bath, followed by him. by the time he came back, i was already very tired. din even touched the hwork that i brought. T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den i dozed off at around 5+.. then woke up at 7+ 8+ to find fh sitting in front of the com, using it. O___o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i packed my thing and decided to go home. actually din wanna move. i'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he helped me carry my dirty clothes in a plastic bag, all the way till i reached my blk. then he went gekpoh to eat. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8/9/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with yu lun. he got his pay, so he treated me to durian ice kachang (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was loveeee. sweet sweet de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;din managed to take neo print with him, which was quite saddening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he played in the arcade, bball. nt tat bad la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's this very pro guy, who's score was 600++.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw him somewhere before. lol. yea, but er, he's face was like, quite cocky. juz cos pple keep looking at how well he scored -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he kept shaking his head when other pple cannot score well. piang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tat, we went imm, and we stayed at mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did my homework there. er, only a few qn i supposed. i have to thank yulun for teaching me how to do some. after tat, i went to change and went to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9/8/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stayed home and pia hwork. i mean chiong hwork. but i still nv finish. yea. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOeOySE3MI/AAAAAAAAA2E/B6QRlpmZas8/s1600-h/DSC00958+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603978848591042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOeOySE3MI/AAAAAAAAA2E/B6QRlpmZas8/s320/DSC00958+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel sitting beside me in chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOeHiSE3LI/AAAAAAAAA18/SXiI5DK_p8k/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603854294539442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOeHiSE3LI/AAAAAAAAA18/SXiI5DK_p8k/s320/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;windows XP. look like a face with the eyes closed and tongue sticking out :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOdiySE3KI/AAAAAAAAA10/J-rb1tgXeco/s1600-h/DSC00962+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603222934346914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOdiySE3KI/AAAAAAAAA10/J-rb1tgXeco/s320/DSC00962+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy is cuteeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13/9/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's this grasshopper which appeared. walao. scared the heck out of gina and bunch. lols~ but--- not mich. she was still so calm when the grasshopper is just beside her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOdWCSE3JI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ore4-6_7qRM/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603003891014802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOdWCSE3JI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ore4-6_7qRM/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite big lorh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss junaidah made it climb onto a box, and then left the box with it outside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian daryl and aaron kinda keep looking out of the class to see if it was still there.&lt;br /&gt;they were so addicted to it. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOafCSE3II/AAAAAAAAA1k/lvuLw9ZRpWI/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112599859974954114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOafCSE3II/AAAAAAAAA1k/lvuLw9ZRpWI/s320/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was eating ice cream when i got lame again and did this -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOaXiSE3HI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zOzv3JmzOHQ/s1600-h/DSC00966(1)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112599731125935218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOaXiSE3HI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zOzv3JmzOHQ/s320/DSC00966(1)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kitten on the 4th floor. new cat. it's sooooooooo cute okay!&lt;br /&gt;really soooooper cute. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one fine fri, gina me deno and haoxiang went to watch movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er, it was called apartment 1303.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not really very scary. except some part where something suddenly sprung up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after movie, we went to toys'r'us and played again. i kept tickling deno and he tickled me. i juz couldn't win him ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tickled hao xiang too. pple who are scared of tickles, are fun pple. tickle them and u will noe why. hahha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then stayed in toys'r'us for quite long... then after tat i went to buy hot dog and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gina came my hse. and my mom made pizza. we waited for jean to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when jean nearly reached, she was walking under many trees. and are trees with lots of parrots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i kept chanting: jean tio shit jean tio birdshit! lol~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tio tat time, on my hand. aiyo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tat, they came and watched tv and ate pizza. after tat played card game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after tat, we stopped playing dai di and started playing 21dian. i kept losing. and all my money was with jean in the end -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOZyCSE3GI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Bin71vrBa4w/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112599086880840802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvOZyCSE3GI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Bin71vrBa4w/s320/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was shocked, to get such cards. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat, we changed game. then at around 9++ or 10, they went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my house's boring... haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyways, my hse is open to any of my friends every fri. so tell me if u wanna come(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20/9/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday to my dearest tien eu korkor.&lt;/span&gt; i actually forgot his birthday ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long story, i dun feel like talking about it. but mich was really angry. and it wasn't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mich, i'm sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21/9/07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had chinese oral, and we er... lalala. not gonna say what i wanted to say :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos teacher said the passage i read till very good... so.. u noe what la.. haha:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lots of things happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haoxiang became my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carissa cut her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my handphone's dying. God, pls help. D: it's kinda irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm beginning to receive this brain therapy thing, which is going to help me to study better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alot of pple said it's effective, and it appeared on newspaper before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to someone's hse and tried on this new thing. lols. and i am to go back every week, 3 times per week. hope it really help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i'll go and rot...&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3924667643623586216?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3924667643623586216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3924667643623586216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3924667643623586216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3924667643623586216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/okayy-finally-im-posting-made-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RvPM3ySE3xI/AAAAAAAAA68/f6cZcZOWF9I/s72-c/distressed+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5289643065498033521</id><published>2007-09-10T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:59:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg omg. evon, i dun want it to be dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post everything tml! D:&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRRR`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5289643065498033521?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5289643065498033521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5289643065498033521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5289643065498033521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5289643065498033521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8180134484937589667</id><published>2007-09-04T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:03:53.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Samuel. Want anymore oreos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8180134484937589667?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8180134484937589667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8180134484937589667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8180134484937589667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8180134484937589667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/samuel.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4650877026009356171</id><published>2007-09-03T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:27:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[missing in action]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4650877026009356171?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4650877026009356171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4650877026009356171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4650877026009356171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4650877026009356171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/missing-in-action.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8673941841947965296</id><published>2007-08-30T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:24:08.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall blog may be.. tml? xD&lt;br /&gt;Can't blog with this com now. No pics; no videos.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;So mind to wait? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold war over. hoorays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Hendra&lt;/strong&gt; (25/8)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Xing Quan&lt;/strong&gt; (28/8)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Samuel&lt;/strong&gt; (29/8)&lt;br /&gt;and Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Tiffany&lt;/strong&gt; (31/8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot if i got say Happy birthday to Melvin. So mayb i'm repeating the birthday greeting :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Melvin (08/8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;Happy teachers day to all teachers (except yeoba! AND BABABLACKSHEEP) after 2more hours. Cheers`&lt;br /&gt;oh, cheers again, we're going to have class bonding tomorrow &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8673941841947965296?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8673941841947965296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8673941841947965296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8673941841947965296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8673941841947965296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/shall-blog-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-259096456408463873</id><published>2007-08-27T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:57:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUN HAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samuel Wong Jun Hao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told me his wonderful story today during chinese lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love listening to people with interesting stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Jun Hao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me more next time.&lt;/span&gt; heh :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-259096456408463873?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/259096456408463873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=259096456408463873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/259096456408463873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/259096456408463873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/jun-hao-samuel-wong-jun-hao.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1686910218311565901</id><published>2007-08-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:51:36.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The cold war is still on. It's quite serious though, cause the both of us just refuse to talk to each other. And yes, the house becomes quieter when the both of us just shut our mouth and do our own things. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Peace-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know i was bad. I didn't even say bye to her when i stepped out of the house. Ok, fine, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt; about that. I was wondering if i should say it. But the words just didn't come out of my mouth, and then, poof, i was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learnt to take orders yesterday. And &lt;strong&gt;i was trembling like shit&lt;/strong&gt;. The first order already got something went wrong. Very diao lor -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The responsibility a take-order-person hold is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highhh&lt;/span&gt;. I was thinking that, runner seemed nicer. But today, i think being the take-order-person isn't so bad after all. Moreover, it's quite a slack job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There isn't alot of people today. That's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ate lots of things today. Those that are extras. That's good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i made mistakes here and there. &lt;em&gt;And that's bad&lt;/em&gt; D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a ming xing came on sat to eat. i was shock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who, you'll be asking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's that guyy. er, i forgot the name. Remember Elvin? He in the show, his name is Ying Jun. Remember? And then his last episode that girlfriend - tomboy tomboy that one -, her real father. remember? That gangster... lol. so conclusion is that gangster come to eat, not Ying Jun. And he ain't a gangster in real life. He's a married man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahhh, forget it if you don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People said that he came to eat Ichiban often. It ain't his first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then today, there's this guy who appeared on tv before - he came to eat. Tried telling Michelle who it is but she just don't know. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I owe Ferdinand something &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sutomo Koh Yi Sheng said he would treat me to ice kachang! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; oh! and also a big meal if... haha.. if those people he refered worked more than a month. And yes, please don't ask him to treat you people thing. Cause his 'extra' money shall go to me! &lt;strong&gt;ONLY ME!&lt;/strong&gt; LOLLL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, wye chang owes me his time. -___-''' Ear piercing! gosh. i'm so impatient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still got who who who... hmmmm, can't remember :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love the kitchen peopleee, they make me smile. And laugh. And happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers`&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and i've got a really funny video on Gina - the way she walks. It's...entertaining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who want's to watch?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replying to tags-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evon&lt;/strong&gt;: hello! i saw you that day when i was working. i saw Xu Rong and Desmond too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl&lt;/strong&gt;: thanks for tagging. hahah, yea it's funny rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jean&lt;/strong&gt;: ask evon xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gina&lt;/strong&gt;: hahha. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caRI&lt;/strong&gt;: haha thank you too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaron&lt;/strong&gt;: thankyou you. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1686910218311565901?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1686910218311565901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1686910218311565901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1686910218311565901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1686910218311565901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/cold-war-is-still-on.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7727624938202845423</id><published>2007-08-24T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:00:22.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck you cheebye is what i told my sis'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't post yesterday because my sis's acc couldn't load the home page -___-&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i changed my blogskin. Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emo-ed&lt;/span&gt; yesterday because i lost my comb. (and guess what, i found it today =__=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's seriously emo-ed.&lt;/em&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;Comb is an essential thing for me. Yes, for me. Nobody would want their hair to be a messy bunch - except Jean. But fortunately, her hair ain't messyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Went Jurong East to eat Long John, which is pretty lame, coming to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Michelle, for pei-ing me take bus 99.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks a lot bunch to Siao You Ji, for telling me not to emo. -lol-&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, mom called, and reminded me of Movie 881.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD. OH MY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i couldn't go out with Gina, Jean and Ying Jie. I felt soooooo guilty can. sighs. Sorry girls. We'll go out on thurs! THURS!&lt;br /&gt;I really really really wanted to go to Marina. i love marina lah! Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^@&lt;br /&gt;and now what? My sis says that her boyfriend is going to watch 881 with us. What the fuck crap is this?! Never tell me in the beginning. Then might as well she go watch with him and i go watch with my mom. C***b**. It's not that i don't like him. But please lah. ASK ME FIRST, GOD DAMN IT. I'm not here for nothing okay?! this is a family outing, ask him come for what?? Would you like it if i say i go watch movie with you but i brought a friend along without asking or telling you? Maybe you thought it'll be ok because i'm social-ble or what shit, but you still need to ask me!&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^@&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN AGAIN, WHAT NOW?! i say wtf, then you angry say don't want watch, tell me to go watch with mom alone. And she also say i'm making a big fuss about this. She said, not everyone can stand the word of wtf. (and she said wth).&lt;br /&gt;So i replied her sms: FUCK YOU CHEEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i did, i did that. &amp; What's wrong with wtf? Everyone's saying it. It doesn't mean that if she don't like it, she don't say it, then I CANT say it.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom i scolded her that, she didn't scold me, but only said why i scold her that. She knows i'm angry ok.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really DAMN PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY SAID ONEEEEEEEEE WTF TO HER. and war started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all her fault in the 1st place OKAYYYY. UGHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;br /&gt;She's making me tear can! ... But i will stop myself from crying.&lt;br /&gt;knnbccb.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chiong thought of something dirty today. Just because my head's 3/4 under the table and Julian sits and leaning back, with a face that looks pleasure-able. Get what i mean? -___-&lt;br /&gt;It sets the whole class laughing can. We are so innocent! =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to blog so much. But now i've totally no mood. no mood. no moooooood at all.&lt;br /&gt;I shall see when this war will end. Bye post. Bye blog. Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7727624938202845423?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7727624938202845423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7727624938202845423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7727624938202845423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7727624938202845423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/didnt-post-yesterday-because-my-siss.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4265270903392440505</id><published>2007-08-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:29:30.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROFL ROFL LMAO. a &lt;strong&gt;damn funny&lt;/strong&gt; video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRB8nzrZAtM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRB8nzrZAtM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;this is a must watch video. they are damn pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oblRnGLLMyk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oblRnGLLMyk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohOH! and this!&lt;br /&gt;more fireworks! but this one is from Disneyland. effects are &lt;strong&gt;super nice&lt;/strong&gt;. you can also see tinkle bell flying around the haunted mansion!! (and you might began to wonder how the person fly... cos it's obviously an open space and there's no strings attached to tinklebell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgLTBV8rrHc"&gt;Click here for #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nYpr_LCzx8"&gt;Click here for #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4265270903392440505?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4265270903392440505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4265270903392440505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4265270903392440505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4265270903392440505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/rofl-rofl-lmao.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6405549516716891335</id><published>2007-08-21T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:52:04.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyways! the video~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="179"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3bJm6QWXRUQEOjKrt"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3bJm6QWXRUQEOjKrt" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="179" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2svrb_fireworks_events"&gt;Fireworks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/PunkRockD"&gt;PunkRockD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean: "WAH~ 很像要炸到我了！"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6405549516716891335?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6405549516716891335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6405549516716891335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6405549516716891335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6405549516716891335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/anyways-video-fireworks.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3103843827698405149</id><published>2007-08-21T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:53:36.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;photo upload!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i forgot to post this photo the other time. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqk1o1RZ-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/BBoUdCK_T4A/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101070769351387106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqk1o1RZ-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/BBoUdCK_T4A/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; central ichiban!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqkQI1RZ9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/_8o6bPzPNOQ/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101070125106292690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqkQI1RZ9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/_8o6bPzPNOQ/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what they call: starfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqj341RZ8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/YOWnfxK2PDE/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101069708494464962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqj341RZ8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/YOWnfxK2PDE/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you can't see what's written there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How it goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Smack that, all on the floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smack that, give me some more,&lt;br /&gt;Smack that, till you get sore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smack that, ohhhh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdict:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sound like you are smacking mosquitos, and saving us from the Aedes ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(ROFL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqjxI1RZ7I/AAAAAAAAA0U/IiHmLwbIAEY/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101069592530347954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqjxI1RZ7I/AAAAAAAAA0U/IiHmLwbIAEY/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitri &amp; Jing Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqjnI1RZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0M/1X52D8rFv9c/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101069420731656098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqjnI1RZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0M/1X52D8rFv9c/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the mirror image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqjgY1RZ5I/AAAAAAAAA0E/7wG-Z2UvCDE/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101069304767539090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqjgY1RZ5I/AAAAAAAAA0E/7wG-Z2UvCDE/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheese`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqi6Y1RZ3I/AAAAAAAAAz0/GdoGVgF0eQg/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068651932510066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqi6Y1RZ3I/AAAAAAAAAz0/GdoGVgF0eQg/s200/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqi7Y1RZ4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/XAqn1oWkY5Y/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068669112379266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqi7Y1RZ4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/XAqn1oWkY5Y/s200/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom kills.&lt;br /&gt;(see below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqirY1RZ2I/AAAAAAAAAzs/HEWw1gcQnMo/s1600-h/DSC00853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068394234472290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsqirY1RZ2I/AAAAAAAAAzs/HEWw1gcQnMo/s320/DSC00853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Choir-ing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Low demonstrated how we should be performing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a D.I.A.O -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She treated it as her own concert, singing, and dancing about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a nice song, yet... Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we gave her our fullest support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't suppose she really think she's great yea..?&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;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ngEXEwExWE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ngEXEwExWE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her concert is like... last SOOOOOOO long can. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, video taken by tiffany!&lt;br /&gt;(you can go to tiffy or ade's blog to see more of such videos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeiYing: Wah~ sing till SOOOOO touching leh~&lt;br /&gt;me: yea lorh~ *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;peiying: *laughs* (act crying)&lt;br /&gt;me: (act like got tears)&lt;br /&gt;peiying: *lol* got fountain already...&lt;br /&gt;(then she move her hands from her eyes to the floor, shaping the fountain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn funny lah, peiying. lol. Fountain.. Wow. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3103843827698405149?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3103843827698405149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3103843827698405149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3103843827698405149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3103843827698405149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/photo-upload-oh-yes-i-forgot-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsqk1o1RZ-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/BBoUdCK_T4A/s72-c/DSC00819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3649566588989000463</id><published>2007-08-19T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:25:53.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian ji pua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's bored when there's too much homework.&lt;br /&gt;but life's also bored when there isn't really any homework.&lt;br /&gt;so, life is just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 4.30am yesterday. was not tired at all. BUT everyone was sleeping, there's no one to chat with ): sighs. why do some people sleep so early? who slept after 12 over here during fridays and saturdays? *raises up my hand* if you do, sms me after midnight during fridays and saturdays. your accompany will be a great help :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, &lt;strong&gt;ying jie&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3649566588989000463?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3649566588989000463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3649566588989000463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3649566588989000463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3649566588989000463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/sian-ji-pua.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6757452457097448004</id><published>2007-08-18T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:11:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was wooots.&lt;br /&gt;"I went back to school to laugh at those people who still has physic exam"&lt;br /&gt;NOPE. I DIDN'T DO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i wished many "good luck in your exam!"&lt;br /&gt;heh, am i good or what? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with the rain pouring... or rather, is started raining after i reached the school. I was lucky. okok, we were lucky. Because i was with Sharlynn.&lt;br /&gt;3S3 started the day with A-math lesson. Pretty relaxed as we're just going through the amath exam paper. (yes, she just marked the paper so &lt;em&gt;fastly&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;Highest was Jia Ying of course. And Atika -theclassrap- got the 2nd highest. wow.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite happy with my marks. and i realised, if i didn't have careless mistakes that cost me 3marks, i could have gotten A1. wtf. lucky i got A2. A2 was not really good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;one of the most ridiculous mistake i made was, the last question. one of the answer i worked out was 1. and i put there: thus x = -1 and __. wth! if not i correct leh! just cos of the minus sign.&lt;br /&gt;Then another ridiculous one was... qn 3 part 1. i was correct. but i thought denominator cannot have root, so i go multiply by root to get a no-root-demoninator. hell, in the end i was marked wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I failed Bio, as expected. And she made us copy the whole chapter on Respiration. The thing is, NO ONE SEEMS TO BE COPY-ING. so should i copy or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, didn't get to run 2.4km cos of the rain. heh. was playing captain's ball. Ding Xiang's reaction was damn ____. ok, i shan't say anything more. Jun Xi was so funny at that time! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then blah blah blah and the day ended :X&lt;br /&gt;i canceled the outing with wye chang. he said to sms me but he didn't. grrrrr. so forget it, i go watch RH3 with Jean instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lp_y6aBmxpU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lp_y6aBmxpU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late late late. i reached je late and had to miss the movie at 4. and becos of tat, i made jean pay $1.50 more for the ticket. (4pm: $8 ; 5pm: $9.50) and thus, i said i would treat her to something.&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't eaten for the whole day, so i went to long john silver for a "light meal". in the end i was so full. yes, i treated jean to a dunno-what-was-that-called, something like cambell soup, as an apology for my lateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, her bag weighs not-a-tonne but heavy cos she borrowed some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate, we went to watch rushhour3, and the movie was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG &lt;strong&gt;ROFL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; show.&lt;br /&gt;it's so hilarious lah!!! the best part was at the "who are you?" part, where the old master was called "yu"(you) and the assistant called "mi"(me). LOL LOL. can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i can hear Jean shouting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; somewhere. her reaction's big lor.. and she kinda like, wanna shout when something exciting happens. LOL. she's so funny luh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw, we were both shivering. it was so cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat, we decided to take mrt to marina. in the end we took wrong train. or rather, we alight city hall and board another train to marina bay. it's my idea -___-&lt;br /&gt;then we reached wrong place, cheated to board the wrong bus, and alighted at somewhere with lots and lots of steamboat business. looks so delicious lor.. so we thought of asking gina and morris to eat together. but they told me they dun wan. so me and jean was sian half can! D: sighs...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we ended up in a taxi cos we're somehow lost.&lt;br /&gt;taxi driver talked to us then said it's better to watch the fireworks at the merlion there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we're going to watch the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt; for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked walked walked from the place we alighted and stayed at a place on the bridge. took pics (below) and also video of the fireworks! it was 14minutes plus. i hold until hand tired. And youtube rejected my video! just because it's too long! what crap!!? i shall post the video when i find a way to post it -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099985933626861394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbKL41RZ1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/2jFVvrVfJj4/s320/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbJ1o1RZ0I/AAAAAAAAAzc/VctaZern000/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099985551374772034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbJ1o1RZ0I/AAAAAAAAAzc/VctaZern000/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbJm41RZzI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CXX6LtH1wPk/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099985297971701554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbJm41RZzI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CXX6LtH1wPk/s320/DSC00790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night view1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHyo1RZyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kg0aJBqFtEI/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099983300811908898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHyo1RZyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kg0aJBqFtEI/s320/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night view2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHmI1RZxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/vsiw0i3JImg/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099983086063544082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHmI1RZxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/vsiw0i3JImg/s320/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with my phone :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHeY1RZvI/AAAAAAAAAy0/BGszaJWxL-c/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099982952919557874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHeY1RZvI/AAAAAAAAAy0/BGszaJWxL-c/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHeo1RZwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/dhtte-EcVGI/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099982957214525186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHeo1RZwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/dhtte-EcVGI/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right hand side row of crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHNI1RZuI/AAAAAAAAAys/GM--GLl6Qhc/s1600-h/DSC00801(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099982656566814434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbHNI1RZuI/AAAAAAAAAys/GM--GLl6Qhc/s320/DSC00801(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbF6I1RZtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ioLtXm16mnI/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099981230637672146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbF6I1RZtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ioLtXm16mnI/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd take! i hate my smile =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbEKI1RZsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3muVephF-1Y/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099979306492323522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbEKI1RZsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3muVephF-1Y/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left hand side of crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbEAo1RZrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PYeVcVKDVSo/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099979143283566258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbEAo1RZrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PYeVcVKDVSo/s320/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually was trying to take the colourful planes that's zooming in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(fireworks video rejected by youtube D:)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa1141RZpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/QPZxrTJkvAI/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099963565437183634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa1141RZpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/QPZxrTJkvAI/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa12I1RZqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uolKdzlbcDA/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099963569732150946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa12I1RZqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uolKdzlbcDA/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me the smilarity of both pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both pictures carry the smilarity of a smoky air. smokes are both created by the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;thus, fireworks creates air pollution:x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ok, i dunno it's true anot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa1lo1RZoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/jJzVpJdJZJQ/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099963286264309378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa1lo1RZoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/jJzVpJdJZJQ/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another place another view of the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i ever dropped my phone, it'll be in the sea below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa1eo1RZnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Eo4eCsBgx9o/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099963166005225074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa1eo1RZnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Eo4eCsBgx9o/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boats all rowed away after the fireworks. emo pic? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa0041RZmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/FOWBjCqbNpg/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099962448745686626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa0041RZmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/FOWBjCqbNpg/s320/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the coloured one, with lesser boats :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa0U41RZlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/L5a5bkhEBIs/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099961898989872722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa0U41RZlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/L5a5bkhEBIs/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa0D41RZkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/c9fVJpTEFrs/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099961606932096578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsa0D41RZkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/c9fVJpTEFrs/s320/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more random pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left the scene, squeezing through the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsazxY1RZjI/AAAAAAAAAxU/VSLJ4TrIXhY/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099961289104516658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsazxY1RZjI/AAAAAAAAAxU/VSLJ4TrIXhY/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool lor.. i'm like retarded. it's been there for so long, and now i noticed it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsazpY1RZiI/AAAAAAAAAxM/hbwQeqo_9tM/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099961151665563170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsazpY1RZiI/AAAAAAAAAxM/hbwQeqo_9tM/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting outside esplanade after fireworks, thinking what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;racking brains and decided to go into esplanade. but polices blocked the entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, not police bahh.. just some -looklikepolice- people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sneaked past one of the guard. and jean kana stucked outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wanted to come in, but another guard keep asking her go in for what.&lt;br /&gt;she keep pointing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guard glanced at me and i looked away, don't wanna look at him in case he asked me anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he did ask me y i was in there but ignored him and looked somewhere else, pretending i can't hear.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after jean came in, i asked her: what did you tell the guard?&lt;br /&gt;she said: "my friend is inside!" *shows me how she point* T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!! and she really gimme that T___T look on her face !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked walked walked and saw ichiban boshi. things there cost much more. (but of cos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the menu there was also nicer. things imm ichiban dun have, here have. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsay6Y1RZfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/FmREoyrZRPg/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099960344211711474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsay6Y1RZfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/FmREoyrZRPg/s320/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; menu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went inside and ate. yum yum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsay641RZgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IAzJC-8d7-w/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099960352801646082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsay641RZgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IAzJC-8d7-w/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's this worker who looked like that Bruce Almight. you know? i cant rmb his name. Jim something de...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsay7Y1RZhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qTMYyXv361g/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099960361391580690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rsay7Y1RZhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qTMYyXv361g/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i played with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see. i was so pro. i managed to lift it just from the cap :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, that guy i was talking about. he made jean so angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jean wanted water. but he only refilled mine and din refilled hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and from the beginning, 1st time he saw me, he smiled at me. jean thought he was my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that time that guy from marina made my sis thought he was my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH! funnyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, gtg. byeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evon&lt;/strong&gt;: oh. issit. but i think je lib also got leh O__o&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6757452457097448004?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6757452457097448004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6757452457097448004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6757452457097448004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6757452457097448004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-was-wooots.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsbKL41RZ1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/2jFVvrVfJj4/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6882486795977073728</id><published>2007-08-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:20:08.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyways, the thing i don't understand is...&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to tag at pple's blog.&lt;br /&gt;they always gimme this stupid error thing -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replying tags-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evon&lt;/strong&gt;: HEY! THAT'S WHAT I DID TOO! God. it's so embarrassing lor.. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich&lt;/strong&gt;: dun hais luh.. you won't fail de.. it's not a really hard paper :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivian&lt;/strong&gt;: result of chem haven come out... how you know... sighs. chem is totally fall into the 18th-level-of-hell pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melvin&lt;/strong&gt;: HELLO! *waves hand*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6882486795977073728?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6882486795977073728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6882486795977073728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6882486795977073728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6882486795977073728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/anyways-thing-i-dont-understand-is.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1439592592929893548</id><published>2007-08-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:13:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yes. oh hell yes :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's the last day of exams! &amp;thus i have the time to blog now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't fail my chinese &amp;amp; english. that's a really big PHEW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Miss Junaidah says that she's disappointed in my english exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is, she's thinking too highly of me, ain't she? she thinks my english marks are those like 20+ like that de bah.. -__- &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;impossible for me.. unless i go read the dictionary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went je library just now. borrowed couples of books. but i cannot find that book i was reading previously.. (evon's intro) i was.. &lt;em&gt;urgh...&lt;/em&gt; oh, and we found books on communism, adolf hitler and joseph stalin :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;photos upload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRIJo1RZdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/4uORYNNAMiM/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099280008507123154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRIJo1RZdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/4uORYNNAMiM/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHyY1RZcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gEjC6fZ48Fk/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279609075164610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHyY1RZcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gEjC6fZ48Fk/s320/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the difference in colour you're asking? one of them was taken with flashlight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHiI1RZbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LVdTIa9JBeg/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279329902290354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHiI1RZbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LVdTIa9JBeg/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my smile is so fake can -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHY41RZaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/l4dvDeqDhhE/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279170988500386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHY41RZaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/l4dvDeqDhhE/s320/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle took this. i've my hair tied up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;crazy sister with her 13photos taken, just to get a perfect shot. &amp;i have to take them...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHCI1RZXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Xlw4b1UauCA/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278780146476402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHCI1RZXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Xlw4b1UauCA/s200/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHDo1RZYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lV4cuQGqsLI/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278805916280194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHDo1RZYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lV4cuQGqsLI/s200/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHD41RZZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MArx0K2MwHc/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278810211247506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRHD41RZZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MArx0K2MwHc/s200/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF5I1RZSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/7_mSh75wL0Y/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277526016025890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF5I1RZSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/7_mSh75wL0Y/s200/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF5Y1RZTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_fzCpINXhTY/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277530310993202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF5Y1RZTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_fzCpINXhTY/s200/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF641RZUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eD67FPdSfAU/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277556080796994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF641RZUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eD67FPdSfAU/s200/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF7Y1RZVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6UpcX1eRqts/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277564670731602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF7Y1RZVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6UpcX1eRqts/s200/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF841RZWI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TVMncKCTTzs/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277590440535394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRF841RZWI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TVMncKCTTzs/s200/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFJY1RZNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/20iuydiV05U/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099276705677272274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFJY1RZNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/20iuydiV05U/s200/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFK41RZOI/AAAAAAAAAus/VGaNhc_stxU/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099276731447076066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFK41RZOI/AAAAAAAAAus/VGaNhc_stxU/s200/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFLY1RZPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PGOk7cmHG5c/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099276740037010674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFLY1RZPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PGOk7cmHG5c/s200/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFMY1RZQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_OuxygBgSKA/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099276757216879874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFMY1RZQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_OuxygBgSKA/s200/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFMo1RZRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/O7I3XkE2jvI/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099276761511847186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRFMo1RZRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/O7I3XkE2jvI/s200/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the winning photo emerged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRMFo1RZeI/AAAAAAAAAws/BFcy23fzEQE/s1600-h/DSC00774+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099284337834157538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRMFo1RZeI/AAAAAAAAAws/BFcy23fzEQE/s320/DSC00774+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia jun came again. and this time, asked me to take photos WITH THE HELLO KITTY again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD1I1RZJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/qCj-Ntn4WYY/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099275258273293458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD1I1RZJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/qCj-Ntn4WYY/s200/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD141RZKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hIQzvBfUJso/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099275271158195362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD141RZKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hIQzvBfUJso/s200/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD2Y1RZLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/oBDjS5BKrqM/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099275279748129970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD2Y1RZLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/oBDjS5BKrqM/s200/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD241RZMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/P5vKNpf1PPo/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099275288338064578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRD241RZMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/P5vKNpf1PPo/s200/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRC2o1RZHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/5Z26NGnnNbw/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099274184531469426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRC2o1RZHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/5Z26NGnnNbw/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drew this when i was mugging for my amath. totally bored, so... heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1439592592929893548?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1439592592929893548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1439592592929893548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1439592592929893548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1439592592929893548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes_16.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RsRIJo1RZdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/4uORYNNAMiM/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5943724208720083235</id><published>2007-08-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:36:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right...&lt;br /&gt;Assembly today is : o-m-g&lt;br /&gt;it's about hiv and aids all that.&lt;br /&gt;and they show pictures of? the vagina and penis that's infected.&lt;br /&gt;(of cos still got others lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even after the assembly...&lt;br /&gt;there's slides that teach people how to use condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; there goes...&lt;br /&gt;...the picture of &lt;em&gt;The Cock&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the guy will get sexually aroused before having sex, and the penis will erect. when the penis erect, ....... etc.etc.etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't carry on =____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry = fail for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;cannot rmb anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;left alot of blanks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yeoba keep walking around me, stessssss luh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dunno how to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's like, omg. it's a sure fail paper. i wonder if i will get the lowest in class...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5943724208720083235?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5943724208720083235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5943724208720083235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5943724208720083235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5943724208720083235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3672409245121098833</id><published>2007-08-14T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:01:48.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yeoba: "iron(II) will have a green precipitate. it will turn brown after leaving it to stand for some time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;samuel: "what about leaving it to sit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;samuel: "cara! who's the most caring person in the class now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cara: "now?" *looks around the class* "dunno..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;samuel: "it's cara! (care-ah)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cara: "huh...?...why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*talking about CSS*&lt;br /&gt;me: wth. tat stupid tall girl get in! and wtf! marcus got kicked out!!!?"&lt;br /&gt;(then talking talking, talk until benjamin)&lt;br /&gt;jean: "wah.. that benjamin ar.. sing that 下雪, i hear until i want to 吐血!"&lt;br /&gt;all: *laughs!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;got back our common test emath paper today.&lt;br /&gt;everyone went "HUH" when she said she's going to return us.&lt;br /&gt;GG lah, mark so fast.&lt;br /&gt;and as expected, i failed. &lt;em&gt;so stop coming to ask me how much i get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fail is a fail, no matter how many marks you failed by. =___=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3672409245121098833?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3672409245121098833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3672409245121098833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3672409245121098833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3672409245121098833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeoba-ironii-will-have-green.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5264319393701332908</id><published>2007-08-12T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:35:54.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgwth?&lt;br /&gt;i went to check out the meaning for 'effing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click: [&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=effing"&gt;define effing&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thus! i edited one of the post :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5264319393701332908?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5264319393701332908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5264319393701332908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5264319393701332908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5264319393701332908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/omgwth-i-went-to-check-out-meaning-for.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8558463112372693563</id><published>2007-08-12T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:02:23.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf. was studying history and found some "historyBYTES..." which gives some links from the internet. i was curious, so i decided to check it out. who knows, it's either some hp error thing, or the page cannot be loaded. *slaps the book*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wtf. the videos i posted down there... auto changed into some animal stuff. i was like, HUHS? the Lord of the Ring video changed into some dog/animal stuff, telling us to stop abusing them. then the army video changed into another stupid story about a jack rabbit....... (and it's really stupid, around the part where the 2 omf-idiotic-g tigers came out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to the radio for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;symphony 92.4 FM is loveeeee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;98.7 rockssss =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replying to tags-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may&lt;/strong&gt;: okie! we go zoo in dec!! still thinking of working in the zoo? LOL. clean poo poo? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beepeng&lt;/strong&gt;: yea i scared of cos. but then, it'll look nice and cool. and, i aimed for tattoo. tat'll be even more pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yanmin&lt;/strong&gt;: LOL. u think i dun wan? but pple keep telling me negative things leh... like, how dangerous it is.. and so many more negative effects and stuffs... scared scared :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and and and! some people just freaking don't want me to pierce, saying they won't be my friend anymore. so what now?? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven finish hwork and self-study  D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;GG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8558463112372693563?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8558463112372693563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8558463112372693563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8558463112372693563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8558463112372693563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6977484406478050748</id><published>2007-08-12T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:00:33.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd thought it's been a long time since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;*check my blog*&lt;br /&gt;Opps, i just blogged yesterday -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Michelle, Sutomo waited for me to fang gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sweetness }}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think it's pretty lame because he waited for me for half an hour, in exchange to only a very very short route until the part where we seperated.&lt;br /&gt;But that's also why it's &lt;em&gt;sweeeeet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Er, you get it? Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thanks for wasting your precious time, Sutomo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear clearly what he asked Eunice, but i sure hope i heard the wrong thing. O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, Jin Rui came to find me with his mom. Wow. I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Then when i reached home, my neighbour (aunty&amp;uncle) claimed that they saw me whilst i was at work. But didn't call me because i was busy.&lt;br /&gt;Took photo with Sheryl AND took her photo. She asked me to too. She said she needed it for some presentation. Probably for her school work. She's going back someday in September i think. That's sad news.&lt;br /&gt;Ferdinand going back on 13th December. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yes no doubt, it's his birthday -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, that's the bad part about having friends from other countries.&lt;br /&gt;Because they work here just because of their studies requirement, and need to leave after 6months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about homework.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about exam.&lt;br /&gt;I never even finish; I never even studyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Fail? &lt;strong&gt;Bet`cha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;World news&lt;/span&gt;, Michelle dropped the sizzling black pepper beef ON THE TABLE, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(quick! shout "OMG~")&lt;br /&gt;But hey, who wouldn't make mistakes in life? or rather, at work?&lt;br /&gt;I dropped it once, yea, i know how she feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and she totally freaked out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferdinand doesn't seem to be laughing nor smiling today.&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd world news&lt;/span&gt;, Daryl's got a blogggg.&lt;br /&gt;He might have been influenced to create a blog somehow.&lt;br /&gt;But, who ca... ok, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I shall shut my mouth. In case he got "hurt" if he sees this.&lt;br /&gt;(God knows when the one-fine-day-it-is he will come see my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replying to tags-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may(=&lt;/strong&gt; : oh of cos u love me. i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beepeng&lt;/strong&gt;: oh yes. But... some people are doing things that will make me regret if i pierce. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl&lt;/strong&gt;: oh hello. it's just a tag, not funny at all. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jean&lt;/strong&gt;: call you? i scared you say you don't want luh... i already becoming more and more moody already. pple keep telling me can then cannot. pekchek until i totally no mood. if i ask you, and you say you can't, i think i'm going to jump off the building -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jean&lt;/strong&gt;: oh yes, i installed it. But i totally don't know how to use, no time to go check it out too. You sure you clicked the right thing? it's photoshop 7.0 lei.. not others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gina&lt;/strong&gt;: okay, i'll be glad if you tell me all. If you don't know how to say, an email or letter is what you can do. Then i will know what you are thinking or how you feel. If not, why am i even being your friend if i don't want to care about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gina&lt;/strong&gt;: yes i do. Provided you let me trust you. What's more, why don't i trust you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6977484406478050748?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6977484406478050748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6977484406478050748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6977484406478050748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6977484406478050748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/id-thought-its-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1303638824600495737</id><published>2007-08-10T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:28:29.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to pierce my tongue and another hole for my ear please~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made up my mind. I am going to pierce my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to pierce with me?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND YES, I'M INTO TONGUE PIERCING. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND INTO TATTOO-ING AS WELL. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola hola.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1303638824600495737?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1303638824600495737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1303638824600495737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1303638824600495737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1303638824600495737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-to-pierce-my-tongue-and-another.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2990460758686349164</id><published>2007-08-10T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:24:20.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can feel the emo within me? -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-2990460758686349164?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2990460758686349164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2990460758686349164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2990460758686349164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2990460758686349164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-feel-emo-within-me.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1345660450853962594</id><published>2007-08-10T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:22:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday to Melvin (8thAug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday to Singapore (9thAug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pekchek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WC called off the &lt;em&gt;so-the-called outing&lt;/em&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;And i was left alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;just because of the outing, i had to wake up earlier today to do my hwork.&lt;br /&gt;And then now like that...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next i ask Gina if she want to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp;she claimed that dorothy asked her wanna go out watch movie today anot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i sian half liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i said nvm, u go watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she replied that dorothy nvr reply her sms, so means not going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and so i asked her if she wanna go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then she said she going out with her mom. around 5 then if can, we go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i say okie.. i tot is really go out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but then after awhile i realise is go lib do hwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the thing is, stay there till 6+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one hour to do hwork in the library... what's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;somemore she cannot eat dinner with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;asked mich, she at friend house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;until 4-5 then go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;having dinner at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sms peng hwee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"want have dinner together?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"can u come central? we eat kfc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;go there so far just to eat kfc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"then we go eat other thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;... go there just to eat. It's FAR ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nvm, it's my fault to even ask him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;then i asked wuzee.&lt;br /&gt;he said he eating at home.&lt;br /&gt;but his mom allow him to eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i'm waiting for his sms, to see if he wanna eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm not putting high hopes in this sms already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moodless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally moodless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burst my bill and spent more than 30+ sms just to ask who wanna go out walk and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i still have to stay at home alone.&lt;br /&gt;cos no one's free today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;maybe if i think on the bright side:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i can use com as long as i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;better still, i can skip dinner and not gain weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. The thing is, i don't want to stay at home! dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to ask anyone to go out already.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go out, ASK ME INSTEAD!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply tags-&lt;br /&gt;mic: ha-ha-ha. not funny at all. lol. =\ he's the history already lah...&lt;br /&gt;ade: huh~ lols. no lah, i don't. seriously, i don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1345660450853962594?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1345660450853962594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1345660450853962594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1345660450853962594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1345660450853962594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/anyways-happy-birthday-to-melvin-8thaug.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7858341654927419336</id><published>2007-08-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:46:57.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Canceled going to Ang Mo Kio today. Cause i tot i working at 3...&lt;br /&gt;In the end reached IMM to only found out that i'm starting work at 5.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. Then Gina came and went in at 3.&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone -___-&lt;br /&gt;i got a free ice cream from Gina's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[thanks to her]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i stayed in Ichiban to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i shared Pink Genie with Linus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;After work, got a free ice cream again, from Wei Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[thanks to him]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boon ann is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh-my-god-cuteeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; lah...&lt;br /&gt;he said wei ming gimme free ice cream cos he was interested in me.&lt;br /&gt;-____- diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Sad, Hendra had to go home after work; cannot eat with me ):&lt;br /&gt;Double sad, Mor mor came, and Gina can't eat with me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[double merde]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina suppose to eat with me but in the end mormor pop out.&lt;br /&gt;And Hendra losed a very great opportunity to have a free ice cream from me.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i have to eat a-l-o-n-e.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, &lt;strong&gt;i never even eat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with an empty stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic am i? T___T&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i am NOT angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i saw wuzee, derek, bay, wenjie and chuan heng at the bus stop near IMM. hola~&lt;br /&gt;they claimed that they saw hsien juen and then sheng xue, before they saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"OMG. how come it's you?! i tot i saw a boy from afar!!?" exclaimed wenjie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i just replied a "LOL".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;stupid linus keep claiming his math is pro. He also cannot do the qn i asked what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, it was her guitar. not his...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml going out. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7858341654927419336?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7858341654927419336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7858341654927419336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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FlashVars="config=http://www.uoopz.com/videoConfigXmlCode.php?pg=video_1_no_0" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="450" height="370" name="flvplayer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-369101167435572549?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/369101167435572549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=369101167435572549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/369101167435572549'/><link 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allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army army xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5837566260836053546?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5837566260836053546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5837566260836053546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5837566260836053546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5837566260836053546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/army-army-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2001629442593236708</id><published>2007-08-08T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:48:17.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.uoopz.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="config=http://www.uoopz.com/videoConfigXmlCode.php?pg=video_19_no_0" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="450" height="370" name="flvplayer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-2001629442593236708?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2001629442593236708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2001629442593236708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2001629442593236708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2001629442593236708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/lmao.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2835697674664092167</id><published>2007-08-08T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:34:58.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had National Day celebration today.&lt;br /&gt;Talent quest ended too, with winners who won and losers who lost.&lt;br /&gt;(DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, don't be disheartened, Samuel! The impression you gave on me wasn't so bad after all. Although you didn't win, you still won. (er, get what i mean?)&lt;br /&gt;And at least you've got the courage to sing solo! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/span&gt; I'll give you that darkbrown-white-darkbrown thing you love, as a reward! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; er, it's oreo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;isn't oreo a white between two darkbrowns?&lt;/em&gt; ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how lucky&lt;/span&gt;, that bitch didn't took part in the talent quest. Happyyyy~&lt;br /&gt;And i'm glad she didn't. I hoped she will know, she's not the best singer, and she never will be too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;that shit&lt;/em&gt; also didn't join. (or did he? or is it he got kicked out even before the finals?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ahhhhhh! &lt;em&gt;effing&lt;/em&gt;! learnt a new word today (from may).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effing&lt;/strong&gt; CUTE = Hiroki and Yanto. :D double happyyyy~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i &lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; start learning more vocabs from &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;english-more-educated-than-me people&lt;/span&gt; like May and Samuel. It helps my English sometimes and somehow. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like his guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Pei Han, Shi Nan today. Walao... Pei Han don't recognise me D:&lt;br /&gt;and Shi Nan is still as cute as ever. But, why does guys always likes to grow so fast. He's now taller than me -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waved to Jin Rui on the bus. (well, he was not on the bus. I was)&lt;br /&gt;And the bunch of girls beside were so jealous. Cause they didn't seem to have caught Kenogi's attention. Bwahahaha :x&lt;br /&gt;Jealousyyyyyy~ hooolala! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my chance of going to Vivian's house D:&lt;br /&gt;But it's been a long time since i went home together with Sharlynn... yea, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Vivian for the photoshop cd too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bazzaar today was.. er.. i don't know. i don't even wish to walk around the canteen. ):&lt;br /&gt;The best offer was: a cup of drink for only 10cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Daryl in school today.?&lt;br /&gt;but, why should i even say anything bout him in the beginning? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love gina too. i hope she won't emo any longer and seek for me when she has a problem. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yes, i'll always be there for her, if only she accepts my help.&lt;/span&gt; Loves&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-2835697674664092167?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2835697674664092167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2835697674664092167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2835697674664092167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2835697674664092167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/had-national-day-celebration-today.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4991616621058480137</id><published>2007-08-08T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:04:37.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;succeeded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now now, it's all up to &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; to decide &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if Friday is still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz... Sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4991616621058480137?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4991616621058480137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4991616621058480137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4991616621058480137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4991616621058480137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5769288311840808266</id><published>2007-08-07T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:55:44.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did something very wrong in school. Flare up just because of the Bio project thing. I apologise to Tatiana and Wan Ting. I think WanTing must have been damn irritated. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Singapore-flag-tattoo on my arm! :D&lt;br /&gt;But i want a &lt;strong&gt;real one&lt;/strong&gt; on my hand. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue piercing ; ever &lt;strong&gt;longing for it&lt;/strong&gt; too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher. &lt;em&gt;Once again&lt;/em&gt;, forever checking up on me and Samuel. She just forbids us to sit together. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's the big deal anyway??&lt;/span&gt; Girls and guys just cannot be GOOD friends eh? It's either stead or no. Is that what she's trying to mean? -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Keng Jun Hao at Mac`donald. But he didn't recognise me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO DAMN SAD CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;sms him, in the end, his mom called. I had sms-ed to his mom's hp. Wth can! &lt;em&gt;Scare-iousity&lt;/em&gt;!!! When i picked up the phone, there's this woman's voice asking who the heck i am. Then i replied: You called me and ask me who i am?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bought a rose for my mom, as her belated birthday. And also an excuse for going on Friday. I hope i succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the rose, no plastic bag. I was so angry i shouted TA MA DE. And guess who i saw.&lt;br /&gt;MR ONG! omg!!! the very calm that one. The math teacher i had always liked. He was with his son. And he looked at me. I called him and waved.&lt;br /&gt;HOLYYY. I actually shouted a so-called vulgar right in front of a teacher. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. stupid sis is chasing me away!! GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to buy guitar too!~ TIFFY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mich.. forget it. i dun wanna care already. i think cos he read from my blk... whatever la.. let it be whatever it will be.. tat's how he think, so i can't change that. hehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5769288311840808266?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5769288311840808266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5769288311840808266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5769288311840808266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5769288311840808266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-something-very-wrong-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2080201551856487483</id><published>2007-08-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:51:03.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Marcus from Campus SuperStar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; GUESS WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's acutally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; than me?!??!&lt;br /&gt;GOD. &lt;strong&gt;O-MYGOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunnnnnnn-ed when he said it was his 15th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, nothing is impossible. &lt;em&gt;Cheers.? &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/19650924-2080201551856487483?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2080201551856487483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2080201551856487483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2080201551856487483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2080201551856487483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/er-happy-birthday-to-marcus-from-campus.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5095429094714885156</id><published>2007-08-06T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:05:18.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to skip my days on sat and sun. wasn't able to blog, cos i reached home late, and thus, sis is using the com, and thus thus thus! i cannot blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm just a brief summary mayb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked on Sat. break. Hendra handed me 3 chocolate biscuits, inside of each is mint, peanut and cuppocino. Not bad leh. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thanks hendra(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sutomo bluffed me that he came from Japan! D: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But he has a cool name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is much much better looking with his frameless glasses on! And he's one funny guy! He wanted to sue me for 'molesting' him, just because i kept poking him on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who's got an even cooler name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Camilla! Camilla ___didjaja.. i forgot what it is, but i know it ended with '&lt;em&gt;jaja&lt;/em&gt;'. it's damn cool. and camilla's cute :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sun, i was damn moody.&lt;/span&gt; i felt tat i was alone. and everyone is giving me attitude. God knows, i cried pitifully at work. Hiding in the ocha room, until Linus came in, and mich announced that i was crying. Sobbing my way throught for the whole time, Wye Chang asked me why was my mood so low.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the concern, wc.&lt;br /&gt;Linus even told Li Ping about it, and i'm like, huh, wat the... but nevermind. he handed me tissues.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot, linus.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mich too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing i dun understand is, why does he think that way, mich. What's wrong with you people? lols. What did &lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt; do to make you all think this way? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy Hell, this is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WORLD'S NEWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i fucking hate jay can? *slices off his nose* he loves to poke his nose into everything. and when i didn't know how to do something, he chuckled and laughed at me. &lt;strong&gt;KANTOT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;what's tat?&lt;/em&gt; that's FUCK in phillipines, if Dion didn't teach me the wrong thing. *points middle finger*&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem with Jay anyway. I've got so much to scold him, but i shall control myself for now -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;%*!#$@ bloody hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cheered up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I like Ming Haur, yes i do. He's just too funny to be true. I like Michelle too, cos she said she'll quit with me if i cannot take it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before work tat fateful sun, there was this commotion under my blk. and cars vans and trucks are all honking here and there. the weird thing is tat, the honking is not just 'HONK HONK!'. it's musical melodyyyyy. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;unbelievable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrbpniSX7HI/AAAAAAAAAts/y51JM0--8Cw/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095516893844335730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrbpniSX7HI/AAAAAAAAAts/y51JM0--8Cw/s200/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrbpXCSX7GI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-0-reCW1Ths/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, almost all the families are looking out of the window. some of the kids were even climbing on to the window pane to look what's going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when i go for work, there's like, dozens and dozens and more dozens of bike under the next blk. how cool is that? i thought there's going to be a race or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... it's only a malay wedding, and people drove here with motors, trucks and van, to witness the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wonderful-crowded-exciting-and-whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; malay wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrbpRiSX7FI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eE3FFaVxxfo/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095516515887213650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrbpRiSX7FI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eE3FFaVxxfo/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kope this. Pardon me :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to watch movie with wye chang on fri. hope all goes well, not like that time shi bing like tat -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wc said he wanted to lend me photoshop CS3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, i can really owe him a million hugs. But of course, i know i can't hug him just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=____= i'll get murdered by him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JACKET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EARHOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TONGUE HOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVIEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOUTH HOLE!&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm mad :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reply tags-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;gina: oh yea. i forgot D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may: omg lor. i'm so sad i nearly cried. it's a gift from you, and.. this happened ): hais....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caRI: thanks for tagging! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hendra: Hello! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;gina: oui.. loll. think Y Y huh??? xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jean: muhahaha! cool right, the ball! weetssss~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5095429094714885156?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5095429094714885156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5095429094714885156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5095429094714885156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5095429094714885156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-to-skip-my-days-on-sat-and-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrbpniSX7HI/AAAAAAAAAts/y51JM0--8Cw/s72-c/DSC00747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-165282069768859221</id><published>2007-08-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:22:31.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photo upload! :D a change of blogskin too. check it out :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMcpCSX7DI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jhnb-B4CkoU/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094447094800313394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMcpCSX7DI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jhnb-B4CkoU/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata's dog! loveeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMcPSSX7CI/AAAAAAAAAtE/JurUaU7ssqQ/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094446652418681890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMcPSSX7CI/AAAAAAAAAtE/JurUaU7ssqQ/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice view of the sun set~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMcGSSX7BI/AAAAAAAAAs8/yua5qzF2VTw/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094446497799859218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMcGSSX7BI/AAAAAAAAAs8/yua5qzF2VTw/s320/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dandelion are loveeeeeeee too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMb_CSX7AI/AAAAAAAAAs0/hWtud9LeWeM/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094446373245807618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMb_CSX7AI/AAAAAAAAAs0/hWtud9LeWeM/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhaha. bully jean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMb5ySX6_I/AAAAAAAAAss/g0kQHyMybIE/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094446283051494386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMb5ySX6_I/AAAAAAAAAss/g0kQHyMybIE/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEE LE PULLED OUT THE LEGS!!&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm freaking sad lorhs... *cries for May*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMbACSX6-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/bvLF4lNFfC8/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094445290914048994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMbACSX6-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/bvLF4lNFfC8/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, sure whatever -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st aug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMafSSX67I/AAAAAAAAAsM/fIJ98Yc2qcs/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094444728273333170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMafSSX67I/AAAAAAAAAsM/fIJ98Yc2qcs/s200/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMafiSX68I/AAAAAAAAAsU/PkBoXnHSxb8/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094444732568300482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMafiSX68I/AAAAAAAAAsU/PkBoXnHSxb8/s200/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMagSSX69I/AAAAAAAAAsc/fsggZBoPvp8/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094444745453202386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMagSSX69I/AAAAAAAAAsc/fsggZBoPvp8/s200/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMZeSSX66I/AAAAAAAAAsE/RpBQSFzWnLE/s1600-h/M%C3%ABm%C3%B8r%C3%AD%C3%AAs068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094443611581836194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMZeSSX66I/AAAAAAAAAsE/RpBQSFzWnLE/s320/M%C3%ABm%C3%B8r%C3%AD%C3%AAs068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever jean! funny right~ xD&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/19650924-165282069768859221?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/165282069768859221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=165282069768859221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/165282069768859221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/165282069768859221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/photo-upload-d-change-of-blogskin-too.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RrMcpCSX7DI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jhnb-B4CkoU/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7011303577338670250</id><published>2007-08-03T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:59:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who the hell can stop Mr. Yeo from shouting? And also refrain Miss Chan from speaking so loud.&lt;br /&gt;It's ... hurting my ear luhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't eat with Hendra, `cause i was having lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't know what to blog! shall blog when i know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Partick to online. Gahhh...&lt;br /&gt;And reminder to Vivian, remember to bring the photoshop thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWHHHHSSS.&lt;br /&gt;'The Way You Look At Me'.&lt;br /&gt;This song is loveeeeeee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7011303577338670250?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7011303577338670250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7011303577338670250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7011303577338670250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7011303577338670250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-hell-can-stop-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7061327085114585766</id><published>2007-08-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:43:56.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt; I know, i've been MIA for don't know how many days :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went je today. Ate, took neoprints and bought foolscape paper, if that's how you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm officially broke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints taken today, i shall try to scan into the computer soon. &lt;s&gt;And&lt;/s&gt; we laughed out heads off at the neoprint shop!&lt;br /&gt;Jean had wanted to see which machine is nice and available. Little did she know that, as she 'rumage' through the machines, she accidentally opened a curtain, and revealed a couple kissing. She got the shock out of her life lor! She was so shocked, she turned and bang into me. &lt;em&gt;*laughsss*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I couldn't control myself. And i was laughing like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laugh like mad*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt; Don't know how to help xing quan. he has that mother of his that... omg... drunkard and started telling him off. and his dad.. scolded him for nothing. &lt;strong&gt;bloody hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with sister after taking the MRT back. Had more than one leg cram. Damn it. I had only finished around 4-5 laps, then leg cram...&lt;br /&gt;F pain can! I couldn't swim! ):&lt;br /&gt;Was tired. But definetely enjoyed my bath over there.&lt;br /&gt;not too cold, not too hot; not too strong, not too soft. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall buy an ice cream for you, on &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; birthday :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, who's thePIEguy? Samuel?&lt;br /&gt;Currently very into &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; now. Had asked Vivian to lend be hers. And asked Patrick to teach me how to get one too. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jean's a joker. Real big one. Oh, and funny... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7061327085114585766?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7061327085114585766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7061327085114585766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7061327085114585766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7061327085114585766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7204214464075511911</id><published>2007-07-31T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:27:09.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, Hendra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROFL &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7204214464075511911?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7204214464075511911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7204214464075511911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7204214464075511911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7204214464075511911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-hendra.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5121294544917112765</id><published>2007-07-31T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:36:49.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ate with yee le and jean just now.&lt;br /&gt;Am probably going to die because i haven't done my history and had the premonition (duno how to spell) that i will fail my tests today. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Double &lt;em&gt;merde&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been reading too much storybooks that Evon had intro-ed. That i even started writing the word "&lt;em&gt;merde&lt;/em&gt;". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i can see that my tagboard's half alive. Go on, tag more. I mean it when i say i'm going to remove them. There's currently 5 votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Samuel's fit funny cute and of cos, his natural eyelashes looks totally gorgeous. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Work. Wonder how i'm going to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Loves Aunty Siew Tee luh. helped me so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hmmmm.. &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;'s probably got &lt;strong&gt;lovebites&lt;/strong&gt;. not 1 but 3. oh God. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5121294544917112765?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5121294544917112765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5121294544917112765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5121294544917112765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5121294544917112765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/ate-with-yee-le-and-jean-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3025828100954210465</id><published>2007-07-30T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:20:21.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为什么我想拥有的，都无法得到？&lt;br /&gt;想要的，也确属于别人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;期待越久，失望的机会越高，而且伤害也越深。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3025828100954210465?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3025828100954210465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3025828100954210465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3025828100954210465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3025828100954210465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8245094145677491508</id><published>2007-07-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:25:31.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up today, to find it's already 12+. slept at around 2am yesterday, thinking of go swimming today with my sister. who knows, she doesn't have swimming costume -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yesterday was quite okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But i got scolded by Fabian for nothing. Holy crap. LJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Scold me when, it's not even my fault. wth lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i did alot of mistakes yesterday. dunno why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after work, wye chang told managers that he was thirsty, ask if can drink special drink anot.. in the end, VIOLA! everybody make one and drank! woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;too bad for those who left early. and a good example is wye chang's friend. lalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gina was lucky. she get to eat sushi, and she get to drink the special drink. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;after drinking, gina, wye chang, hendra and me walked out of ichiban together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Saw Boon Ann! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okay, then we chatted along the way. and stopped at the place where there's 2 paths to walk - one to take bus, one to take mrt. then after standing there for like around more than 5min, we decided to eat mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hendra's treat! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gina and i asked for apple pie. then hendra ordered 2 sets of dunno what chicken wing de... then the drink me and gina share, the other drink hendra and wye chang share.. the rest share :D  total was like $14+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THANKS HENDRA &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;eat eat eat. stupid wye chang.. keep dsiao me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;calling me pig pig pig, call until so shuang like that. haiyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;gina, nice work in shooting wye chang back when he asked for the mac pay.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but it was wonderful eating together. wye chang has sooooo much to say, it makes the whole thing lively. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hendra sent me home. in the end he had no bus to go home. so my turn to repay his kindness. And so, i waited with him at the bus stop for NR5. in the end, i went home at 1. and tio kb by parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to sister FONGEE. don't tell mom what u see here -___- you'll get me into trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhahha. gina thought hendra's going to kill her cos she tagged along in eating..&lt;br /&gt;but dun worry, gina. wye chang tagged along too :D&lt;br /&gt;and, hendra told me, actually he was thinking of eating with me only.. in the end, 2more pple tagged along. but he don't mind. cos he had a wonderful night. and he said, it's alright becos he made new friends. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;may! U SO THIN STILL DIET. want me kill you ah!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8245094145677491508?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8245094145677491508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8245094145677491508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8245094145677491508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8245094145677491508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/woke-up-today-to-find-its-already-12.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5116160141112454304</id><published>2007-07-28T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:34:59.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a call just a few minutes ago. It was from Ichiban.&lt;br /&gt;"eh, Qing Hui ar... You got one $10 voucher from Ichiban...expiry date is 30th July..."&lt;br /&gt;I was like shocked. Why suddenly, i have a voucher? And why didn't they tell me yesterday or something! Expiring soon lei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because i went there to eat my dinner with my mother and sister. Sutomo saw me. And he told Linus about it. He kept telling me to sit at A area. But i refused. I decided to sit at C area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hendra was there. Kept dsiao-ing him. Su was also at C area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But i just refused to order from her. I ordered from Vanessa. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wah piang. Eat till super uper full. Felt like vomiting. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And i was freezing by the moment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My sister was acting so weird. One moment, she was kinda in a good or 'high' mood. then the next, she was so quiet and no-expression. -___- Also don't know what happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Everyone was full. And my sister say, no water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So when Hendra walked past, i grabbed his hand and asked him for 2cups of cold water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Had ordered Peach Heaven and Pink Genie but sister decided to cancel off the peach one. So i ran to Ocha Room, and called Suzan (or su san or what..) to cancel the order. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And i kept complaining that i was cold. So what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hendra offered me his jacket. And holy God, his jacket was the one i said i wanted to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Earlier, before going to Ichiban, i pestered my mom to go i.p.zone to look at the jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy the white one. But M size too big. So in the end didn't. And now.. Hendra's jacket!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was so warm. And the perfume smell was so nice can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sister kept telling mom that i wanted to buy that jacket so that Hendra and I will have a couple jacket. Walao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And she kept telling me, that dunno where, got sell couple t-shirt, very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The next is, i told her he live alone, and has been here only for 4months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then sister started blabbering again. Wah, he lived alone... &lt;strong&gt;Independant!&lt;/strong&gt; since live alone, must have &lt;strong&gt;done housework alone&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wash own clothes&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;knows how to cook&lt;/strong&gt;. Wah! you've got a good catch! Go for it! (Something like tat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;LOLS.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Right in front of my mom somemore. =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Gah, i shall not continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I felt that i was there to dsiao so many pple. About to go, and said byebye to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sms-ed Hendra, saying thanks. But i didn't mention about the perfume thing. I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He replied me after his work, saying &lt;em&gt;'i felt chemistry when a cold thing grabbed me just now'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My sis kept thinking i sprayed perfume. It comes from the jacket. The smell stayed on me. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i simply love perfume.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently looking for that white jacket, size S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; going to remove my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Currently 3votes telling me not. Anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5116160141112454304?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5116160141112454304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5116160141112454304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5116160141112454304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5116160141112454304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/had-call-just-few-minutes-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1038105703501288570</id><published>2007-07-27T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:24:06.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, i knew it. I know those hugs meant nothing. Finally, you've proved me right. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pathetically, I did think too much. So it's my fault. Truth hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better stop asking for hugs, before people think that i'm a lesbian, or i'm a flirt - hugging guys here and there. *points middle finger* What's wrong with friends hugging each other anyway? -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Gina, Michelle, Tatiana and Samuel. For the wonderful hug(s). Also thanks, to whoever had 'hugged' me. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is out. Nothing to ponder about anymore. Shall not sms him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weather nowadays. Cool. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Went tata house ytd. played with her dog, mico. I tricked her, pat her, played with her, let her climb all over my body. And guess what, mico snogged me! :D &lt;em&gt;What's snog?&lt;/em&gt; Kiss is the answer. She 'french kiss' me two times in a row. Holy, that's so sweet. Don't curse me in getting rabbies or whatever the spelling is. Dogs are much much better, than human beings - most of the time. &lt;em&gt;Sadly, but yes, that's true.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves mico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, walked pass a golden retriever. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn, it's fur is bloody smooth.&lt;/span&gt; And it's so handsome and...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My knight - if only i'm a dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't blog so much. Ain't in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Intense dieting. Hope no one scolds me for it.&lt;br /&gt;I really want a jacket. It's been so cold so cold every mornings.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get one soon. Before i turn mad and clings to anyone for warmth -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[] I think i better remove my tagboard. []&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] Memories [x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x] Vivian's house, i want to go [x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[] smoke []&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saw him ever again&lt;/em&gt;. daryl doesn't know who it is. Neither does anyone. shhhhhhhh... zip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1038105703501288570?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1038105703501288570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1038105703501288570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1038105703501288570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1038105703501288570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-i-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8014077799715806024</id><published>2007-07-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:41:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met yong wei on the bus today. pulled his bag. he told me joe yang become ah beng liao..&lt;br /&gt;JOE YANG! i want to see him, badly :3&lt;br /&gt;i love ah bengs, rmb? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked me if i had ever thought of smoking. Yes, i HAD thought of that before. And yes, i wanted to try. it's just that i'm scared i will get addicted, you see... But... i still feel like trying. I want to pierce another hole. somewhere at the mouth, tongue or ear. And i'm waiting for the age to come, so that i can have a tattoo. God. Tattoo. Looked so cool and nice. LOVES&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. Ferdinand just called. and i sounded so excited. i wonder if my sis will think that it's my bf who's over the phone... xD&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute. And he DONT look like 20!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven got ming haur's num. will jia you in getting it! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got fen's. and i think she and jo is having an affair......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell yes, i'm still craving for a hug. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8014077799715806024?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8014077799715806024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8014077799715806024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8014077799715806024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8014077799715806024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/met-yong-wei-on-bus-today.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1210657232112191416</id><published>2007-07-25T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:25:42.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally. I blogged. Though i don't have free time -____-&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, &lt;u&gt;thurs&lt;/u&gt;. had chem T___T and we did labwork..&lt;br /&gt;damn i hate lab work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc3FySX65I/AAAAAAAAAr8/kxxuMbrBYXo/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091098476303346578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc3FySX65I/AAAAAAAAAr8/kxxuMbrBYXo/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc22ySX64I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IdAPo6_B2MA/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091098218605308802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc22ySX64I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IdAPo6_B2MA/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went kfc with Siao You Ji! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we laughed like siao lah.. all jean's fault:x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we talked about so many funny things. then there's this thing that they told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kfc that uncle, (pic below), last time he didn't wear apron. now that i think of that, i think they're right. lols. they upgraded the uncle to wearing an apron! cos he just learnt how to cook?? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2oySX63I/AAAAAAAAArs/aQv5xPGAPP0/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091097978087140210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2oySX63I/AAAAAAAAArs/aQv5xPGAPP0/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkaE5phBPcQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkaE5phBPcQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2eySX62I/AAAAAAAAArk/0vBLnazGlk0/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091097806288448354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2eySX62I/AAAAAAAAArk/0vBLnazGlk0/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Lim came in as relieve teacher. AWHS. love his 'lesson'. his stories are so interesting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2WiSX61I/AAAAAAAAArc/s8KMpXzOy3A/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091097664554527570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2WiSX61I/AAAAAAAAArc/s8KMpXzOy3A/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got this 'kNOw drugs' thing.. then julian and aaron kope so many, and put on their shirt.&lt;br /&gt;kinda like sergent like tat. lols. in the end aaron tio mr.yeo kb. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2NCSX60I/AAAAAAAAArU/vGkoAUC12P4/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091097501345770306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2NCSX60I/AAAAAAAAArU/vGkoAUC12P4/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom not working, so we eating dinner outside. decided to eat at imm ichiban. but we took the wrong bus, and ended up at suntec instead! -______- taught us a lesson say, 502A and 502 is different, so better take note before boarding the bus. Well anyway, ended at suntec and met my sis there. Shopped for cousin's birthday present. and then went to eat. So many stalls, saw this one that looked nice. Who knows, inside so stuffy T____T and the things there is.. omg. and the service kinda sucks. So i said, let's not go there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2AySX6zI/AAAAAAAAArM/wvJkv4xg-C0/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091097290892372786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc2AySX6zI/AAAAAAAAArM/wvJkv4xg-C0/s320/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how the one-person-steamboat looked like. SMALL is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to shop again, and saw this shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc1HSSX6yI/AAAAAAAAArE/mwZJfv507Ck/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091096303049894690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc1HSSX6yI/AAAAAAAAArE/mwZJfv507Ck/s320/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went marina... &lt;strong&gt;i love marina lah..&lt;/strong&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;then went about, my sis wanna buy jeans.. try here try there...&lt;br /&gt;was at ebase. then later at inbase. both different but inside like something the same.&lt;br /&gt;well, there's this guy there that's so friendly. He talked and chatted with me, while i was sitting down there alone. And he's so funny... haha. my sis thought he's my friend :D&lt;br /&gt;Feel like going back there again to find him. hehs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0xSSX6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/IrOpVeKYPmM/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091095925092772626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0xSSX6xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/IrOpVeKYPmM/s320/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0rSSX6wI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZtkKdGLARPc/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091095822013557506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0rSSX6wI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZtkKdGLARPc/s320/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0iiSX6vI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DlST8dTnIsM/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091095671689702130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0iiSX6vI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DlST8dTnIsM/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with my phone cam. heh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! after dinner, walked past the big fountain. and it's like, so interesting. the water there is like --- W0W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v8AJ4FhcUA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v8AJ4FhcUA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missed the chance to go out with gina and deno. to go ice-skating :/ sian ji pua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was working. from 11.30 to 10.30. michelle was working in the ocha room again. and she chatted with myra, chat chat chat. i just don't like myra. no way am i going to believe that she's like what you said, nice. -_____- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyways. i dropped the sizzling beef thingy. near customers. shocked. then boss "kicked" me out of the kitchen, since Linus and Sutomo are also runners. Then Boss gave me $50 to buy mac for kaiten pple. 3fillet-o-fish and 3big mac. lols.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after that, around 8+, he asked me to buy carrot cake for everybody working there, since that day very bz.. i said, i duno how to buy. then he very good, bring me to kopitiam and the malay stall upstairs to see which one cheaper. then when see both $3 each, he asked me i prefer which one. in the end i said the chi one, and went there to buy. 30 packets altogether. 15 black 15 white. 10black and 10white spicy, 5black and 5white no spicy. lols. waited for it until i leg pain. T___T and the boss there still help me carry it back to ichiban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, the 2nd shock thing was, linus hugged me. omg lor. i just stretched out my hand, and i know, normally, guy's fan ying will be like, stretched out hand then siam. but he didnt. he went up straight to me and hugged me. omg. right in the middle of A side, right in the middle of groups of customers. it's really - omg. before these, he told me that he broke up with his gf. cos of the girl's mom. ): anyways, linus was really nice. he helped me out alot alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, saw jin rui and his friends during my break. and saw yue bao when i buying mac for kaiten pple. hahas. small world. i also got hendra's num and sok khim's num.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before fang gong, stupid guys. they hold sutomo's hand and touched my butt -____- becos i asked sheryl why she hit my butt... wah piang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after work, gina came find me, and i followed her to get something.. who knows by the time i went back to ichiban, wye chang, hendra, linus and sutomo had already gone. then i sat down with gina to eat the carrot cake. sms hendra also. and he say things that..er..hahha.. anyways, i feed gina, she feed me, feed until my dad called and said that he come pick me up with his bus since he came back from work. lols... his bus is so cold. and gina regret that she din board the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anyways!! ming haur, tat shuai ge. he's working in the kitchen. and i get to talk to him for the whole day. hehe :p funny, lame, ah beng. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worked from 12-4. was so so so shocked that linus was working too. and then work started. played with linus again and again. then after work, i got linus's num and ferdinand's num and also sheryl's num :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i sat there doing my homework, which i lend book from gina... i was getting colder and colder by the moment. i sitting at C area, then linus wanted to stay at C but Dion dun let i think... so he bcame runner... when he walked past me, i said i was freezing. and the next thing i know, he was hugging me... -___- 2 times somemore... hug le then walk away, then hug me again... omg. it's so warm. that's when i got addicted. i want more. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway. omg. dun let me fall for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;below are just some pics. random. i really have no time to type EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0NCSX6uI/AAAAAAAAAqk/J7hnOkAWyaw/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091095302322514658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0NCSX6uI/AAAAAAAAAqk/J7hnOkAWyaw/s200/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0CySX6tI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Hpoj0NQRkbg/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091095126228855506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc0CySX6tI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Hpoj0NQRkbg/s200/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqcz5ySX6sI/AAAAAAAAAqU/F6DEz3Y_Bhg/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094971610032834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqcz5ySX6sI/AAAAAAAAAqU/F6DEz3Y_Bhg/s200/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqczzCSX6rI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6Xd7EyJ3xRw/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094855645915826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqczzCSX6rI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6Xd7EyJ3xRw/s200/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st pic is daryl write to me, then i write back, then ta-da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the others are all about me -____- but it left me laughing like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqczWiSX6qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RT_x2upI9So/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094366019644066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqczWiSX6qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RT_x2upI9So/s200/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this during choir. on one of the chairs in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqczEiSX6pI/AAAAAAAAAp8/7togXTn6iT0/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094056781998738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqczEiSX6pI/AAAAAAAAAp8/7togXTn6iT0/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this while i was eating ice cream at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqcy2iSX6oI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SEAmG393O68/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093816263830146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqcy2iSX6oI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SEAmG393O68/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxzCSX6nI/AAAAAAAAAps/ObeR0eAmG48/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092656622660210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxzCSX6nI/AAAAAAAAAps/ObeR0eAmG48/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke of that day (forget when). was done by jean -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxSSSX6hI/AAAAAAAAAo8/xIEFZiOjp9k/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092093981944338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxSSSX6hI/AAAAAAAAAo8/xIEFZiOjp9k/s200/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxSySX6iI/AAAAAAAAApE/KDk4VcGX_ok/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092102571878946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxSySX6iI/AAAAAAAAApE/KDk4VcGX_ok/s200/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxTSSX6jI/AAAAAAAAApM/Lxm19w3zoT4/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092111161813554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxTSSX6jI/AAAAAAAAApM/Lxm19w3zoT4/s200/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxTySX6kI/AAAAAAAAApU/v7CXIwdU1no/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092119751748162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxTySX6kI/AAAAAAAAApU/v7CXIwdU1no/s200/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxUCSX6lI/AAAAAAAAApc/kbXPyPB-13A/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092124046715474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxUCSX6lI/AAAAAAAAApc/kbXPyPB-13A/s200/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxdiSX6mI/AAAAAAAAApk/BAAxqzem63s/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092287255472738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcxdiSX6mI/AAAAAAAAApk/BAAxqzem63s/s200/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcwFCSX6gI/AAAAAAAAAo0/RT5p5Go-sfU/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091090766837049858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RqcwFCSX6gI/AAAAAAAAAo0/RT5p5Go-sfU/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel with yanming's pin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went ichiban. eat. waited for wye chang for so long, until he came. i went there to support him and to eat his ice cream ok! i so good. (: love his round round beautifully done ice-cream. hehe. one vote for wye chang! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got fen's num. but couldn't seem to get ming haur's num :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqcv_iSX6fI/AAAAAAAAAos/8QyFnf2ZkPY/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091090672347769330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqcv_iSX6fI/AAAAAAAAAos/8QyFnf2ZkPY/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean refuses to face the cam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine, if i had anything to edit, i'll put [edited] at the top. pls look for the [edit] thing in case i did edit things. lols. cya.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1210657232112191416?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1210657232112191416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1210657232112191416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1210657232112191416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1210657232112191416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rqc3FySX65I/AAAAAAAAAr8/kxxuMbrBYXo/s72-c/DSC00674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5479073384604858632</id><published>2007-07-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:22:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOOOOOOOOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug someone right now!&lt;br /&gt;Dang it! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways, thanks to Linus, for the 'iloveyou' pen and 2greatwarmhugs - that landed me in this state now. Should i thank him or blame him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos i'm craving craving craving for a hug now. Yet, i can't say i want to hug Linus. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5479073384604858632?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5479073384604858632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5479073384604858632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5479073384604858632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5479073384604858632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/shooooooooots-i-want-to-hug-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-913155153782101220</id><published>2007-07-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:28:45.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been like -omg- longgggggggggggg freaking hours since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;please pardon me for that.  ):&lt;br /&gt;i'm too busy to blog, not that i don't want to..&lt;br /&gt;and there's more and more pics waiting for me to upload them! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so busy, i've no time to even change the song.&lt;br /&gt;sorry... homework pile-ing up everyday. exams coming, tests coming. omgym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, right now, i want a hug :/&lt;br /&gt;dang it, i'm addicted T______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-913155153782101220?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/913155153782101220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=913155153782101220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/913155153782101220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/913155153782101220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-like-omg-longgggggggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7418976092487527522</id><published>2007-07-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:12:00.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. so sorry.. wasn't free to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and when i wanted to tell tag siao you ji people, it happens that mich's tagboard and gina's tagboard ain't working. after refreshing for upteen times, i managed to tag gina's. but michelle... sigh. can't even tag can! D: was irritated. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to tag mich that, thanks, for not posting about what happen to me. (and i mean about the hug thing). lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to tell everyone who's reading my blog...&lt;br /&gt;i will blog tomorrow &lt;strong&gt;(hopefully)&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hopefully again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i will remember everything that had happen since Fri, since i missed out posts since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND PLEASE. TAG ME, BEFORE TAGBOARD GOES DEADDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if no one ain't going to tag, i may remove the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for tml. pics and videos. woots &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7418976092487527522?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7418976092487527522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7418976092487527522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7418976092487527522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7418976092487527522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2381303721224726780</id><published>2007-07-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:13:38.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's over 12 now! which means i one day never post.&lt;br /&gt;well, so no pictures nor videos.&lt;br /&gt;will be working hours later... so will only post maybe on sun :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrys.&lt;br /&gt;i love marina square.&lt;br /&gt;i like i.p. zone.&lt;br /&gt;i want a polyester jacket.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna go marina?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-2381303721224726780?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2381303721224726780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2381303721224726780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2381303721224726780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2381303721224726780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-over-12-now-which-means-i-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4681250631784729443</id><published>2007-07-19T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:02:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp9Hm6CxevI/AAAAAAAAAok/cO1MvCAOFXM/s1600-h/rabbit+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088864837693438706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp9Hm6CxevI/AAAAAAAAAok/cO1MvCAOFXM/s320/rabbit+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;play it at &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g3/bells.htm"&gt;WINTERBELLS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and try beating my score! happy playing! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been playing that since i came home. wanted to break my sis's friend's score! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; woohoo, i'm contented with my score. hehehe... it's fun. i'm currently addicted :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chemistry... let's not talk about it. i think i'm gonna &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;julian was kinda enthu today. that was good. we're going to get a class-T! although i was hoping for a jersey... but nevermind, if everyone's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was kinda fun, and it's like, having a survey kinda thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nowadays... pple just get addicted to playing my hp games :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, went to kfc today. and spent away all my money. sianzzz. but it was fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, went for injection. damn it. i'm extremely scared of injections. i'm so scared i didn't even breath when the nurse injected me. she was even coaxing me, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'relax. now breath in... good job, u're doing really good.'&lt;/span&gt; then after tat she told michelle, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'she wasn't breathing!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL lah! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mich: you christian ar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: no ar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: but i'm into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jean: what? *nvr hear properly* ying-du-ni? (indian-ni?) O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many jokes, i cannot remember any right now ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know, it cause the &lt;strong&gt;SIAO YOU JI&lt;/strong&gt; to laugh like hell. omg. all zhu ba jie's fault. oh no, i meant jean. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jean's making everyone go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. even aaron and julian. ohmigosh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIAO YOU JI FOREVER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we don't eat vegetables. wo men bu chi su! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll post the pics and video tml kay! stay tune! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm into H.O.T and Super Junior.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4681250631784729443?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4681250631784729443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4681250631784729443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4681250631784729443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4681250631784729443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/play-it-at-winterbells-and-try-beating.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp9Hm6CxevI/AAAAAAAAAok/cO1MvCAOFXM/s72-c/rabbit+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1624878825025383094</id><published>2007-07-18T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:27:17.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.megic.1go.dk/dontclickeng.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#00aaff;"&gt;Don't click here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click it! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random pics here.. er, REALLY random k. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3g5qCxetI/AAAAAAAAAoU/EahD8W8wUAU/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088470435141614290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3g5qCxetI/AAAAAAAAAoU/EahD8W8wUAU/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind's bio test paper. DAMN FUNNY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3gu6CxesI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ovn0NPzN2M4/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088470250458020546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3gu6CxesI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ovn0NPzN2M4/s320/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the lizard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3go6CxerI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JEv1vCJoF4E/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088470147378805426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3go6CxerI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JEv1vCJoF4E/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cats at Alfred's floor! kawaii~ saw them in the morning at around 6am. that's why i prefer to take the stairs than take the lift :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3ghqCxeqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/KI4aXX0lHGY/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088470022824753826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3ghqCxeqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/KI4aXX0lHGY/s320/DSC00669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3f9aCxepI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ElAJwPBI3fk/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088469400054495890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3f9aCxepI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ElAJwPBI3fk/s320/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean and her sister! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3fd6CxeoI/AAAAAAAAAns/Lf6RugIj13s/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088468858888616578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3fd6CxeoI/AAAAAAAAAns/Lf6RugIj13s/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can see? it's written 'expensive'. Then Julian added in: EXPENSIVE PAPER GOAT! WAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's because favian's name in chi is zi yang (paper goat - when direct translate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3e6aCxenI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cFga3RWerDA/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088468249003260530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3e6aCxenI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cFga3RWerDA/s320/DSC00666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jw ask me if i wanted to eat this 'agar agar'. GG! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;videossss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something cute here!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6frzlCyNSI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6frzlCyNSI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ihuflix_rV4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ihuflix_rV4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfwc-zvHuy0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfwc-zvHuy0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianzation. I failed bio. And know what? Tomorrow's Chem test. And I'm now still uploading all this up for you people. How kind am i? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways, haha, &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; formed a grp called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIAO YOU JI!&lt;/span&gt; people call Xi You Ji, we different :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;SUN WU KONG&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;aka DA SHI XIONG. aka DAJIE. wahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually wanted to get injection today. But was late by 5mins. Polyclinic closes at 4.15 ):&lt;br /&gt;but well, i did get to play swing with the SIAO YOU JI member! :D&lt;br /&gt;And my handphone FLY AWAY~ when i was swinging D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouches&lt;/em&gt; for my handphone. Oh, and SIAO YOU JI's fund's money. ouch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may, i need injection cos i'm sick. LOL. no lah.. cos i working there, which has something to do with food. so need the injection to keep myself.. er.. clean? O_o&lt;br /&gt;i also duno. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and another truth has came out!&lt;br /&gt;Shi Bing has a girlfriend! cheers. He's out of the list too! :D&lt;br /&gt;and we called off our meeting this friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean. muhahha. Boon Ann's partner. JEAN Teo. (:&lt;br /&gt;(aaron's laughing like mad when he sees jean.i told you jean's cute and funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEAN! STOP WITH THE CHANTING! D: headache! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1624878825025383094?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1624878825025383094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1624878825025383094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1624878825025383094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1624878825025383094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-click-here-some-random-pics-here.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rp3g5qCxetI/AAAAAAAAAoU/EahD8W8wUAU/s72-c/DSC00673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2233447891666474005</id><published>2007-07-17T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:52:13.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Linus has a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shawn quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wye Chang loves someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And i'm going to imm this friday with Shi Bing aka Swensen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, say whatever you like. I'm getting use to it. (:&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, he's just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's more, Mich has got Ferdinand and Jean has got boon ann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, Gina... HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So don't make fun of me, and i won't make fun of you. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;YOU people out there! Don't ask me who's who. &lt;strong&gt;Working friend is the answer!&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/19650924-2233447891666474005?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2233447891666474005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2233447891666474005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2233447891666474005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2233447891666474005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/anyway-linus-has-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1521258828677629865</id><published>2007-07-17T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:36:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap.I just finished my dinner of a yu bing and little rice.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i'm dead hungry. Had my breakfast at 5.30am this morning, and all the way till 6.45pm for dinner. Am i god or what? To tolerate the hungryness.&lt;br /&gt;3cheers for me, AND vivian! Because she also tolerated hunger.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that i had to make her starve with me :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know what happen but suddenly everyone started sms-ing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean, those whom i kinda 'lost contact' ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P, L, F... (initials lah.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's like, HUHS...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, no choir! thanks to the o-lvl listening exam :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went mac to eat with may, vivian and sharlynn, then vv and i proceed to the busstop to wait for gina they all to come.&lt;br /&gt;We are going IMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lol. Ya, so well, at the bus stop.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was waving like mad.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ask vivian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;someone i knew cross the road, then waved at me, so i waved back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then another came along and waved at me, so i waved back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another one.. and another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then saw derrick! and his girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;saw honeydew and then watermelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyways, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;XINSUI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ask vivian why again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so... went imm with gina, mich, jean, and vivian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ate at ichiban everrrrrrr again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ferdinand working at 6... but mich cant wait, so we had to go off 1st ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and the bad news is... mich and i have to take the injection D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hate injection. BLAHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New comers at Ichiban. Fendy's his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;going home, saw my sis and her fren jenny on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my sis's the one wearing the orange jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when i got down from bus, i waved at mich, but i think someone else tot i was waving at them :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then after we got home, i realised that the 7o'clock show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MY SHUAI GE - &lt;strong&gt;YING JUN&lt;/strong&gt;, they all had gone to imm to pai xi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;walao... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;i wanted to say something, but i forgot what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;smsed evon and dian yong in class today. it was super lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;patrick was even lamer. sms me even when he could talk to me face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Valerie had pierced her ear, and had also koped peichuan's lian yong bun -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And i haven done chi zuo wen ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;went to watch harry potter with vv, pk, pc, fav, and jw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GG. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the guys went to eat kfc, and me and vv was sitting there, complaining : sian ji pua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lols. oh! and i saw pitrie's brother! Ahhhh, shino! another cute guy &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he looks like pitrie man.. tat's y i could recognise. but i dun understand why he is with those boys who is, so much younger than him...? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;harry potter. GG. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1st movie's nicer, i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh i saw my cousin before i went into the cinema. we hugged. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate leaving out a day's post. cos i will forget what i wanted to type.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate injection. ):&lt;br /&gt;post done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1521258828677629865?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1521258828677629865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1521258828677629865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1521258828677629865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1521258828677629865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-20229254743618281</id><published>2007-07-15T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:45:05.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick quick quick. read this post and forget the previous one. People are calling me pervert already! D: I give you entertainment, then need to be humiliated. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad. super sad ):&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaving. first, it's Yong Jun. Then Mow Lim and Helene. Then now it's Shawn. Next, it'll be Shi Bing... So who's next? Linus?&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Why do i have the thinking of going to work in the first place? It made me get close to them, and then... they said they gonna leave. And when i got to know that, it makes me so wanna cryyyyyy. )):&lt;br /&gt;*looks at mich and sobsss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, Friday the 13th. i didn't even know it was on that friday. And 2 people broke measuring cylinders that day. No, we shan't think that much. Afterall, I do have a friend who named his band 'Friday the 13th'. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called off my appointment with my cousin to the gym. But it's better off that way, since i had to work at night.&lt;br /&gt;But i woke up then made that decision, so i went back to sleep after telling her. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up only to find, it's already in the afternoon. I'm such a pig.&lt;br /&gt;I replied Michelle's sms late. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next thing i knew, she's going out with Gina to Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;They said it's okay that i join, but i was late for like, 1hr. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute tell me, so i know i'll be late. Since i still need to bath all that.&lt;br /&gt;After reaching JE, i found them eating at that Japanese outlet, with their other friends.&lt;br /&gt;But soon, the 3 of us left. And i was told that Michelle cannot find her shoe, since there's no size.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gina had to rush for work. So we all left hurriedly to IMM and went, again, to the 5th floor toilet, where Gina proceeded to change her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;We were bored. So we decided to play a trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plan: wet hand. gina come out. SPLASH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cupped my hands together, and collected a handful of water, waiting for her to come out.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows i made a mess; a puddle of water on the floor, as the water drips.&lt;br /&gt;Gina still haven't come out lor! Then got an anuty and her daughter came in.&lt;br /&gt;She thought i piss on the floor lah! Wah piang.&lt;br /&gt;In the end we still got splash Gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH YA, by the way. The way Gina's rushing for time, the way she rushes to the toilet... it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had it taken down in my handphone. But i don't think i'm gonna ruin her reputation (duno how to spell) with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gina went to work, we went shoe hunting for Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy the freeze thing at 7-11. And it came out all watery and bubble-ry. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;But i got something when i paid the money. Something that has 4 uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go get something from 7-11 and get that thing. Then you'll know i'm saying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Giant, to get Michelle's shoe.&lt;br /&gt;She got one, eventually. It's quite a nice one luh.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed for toilet! Who knows, all on the ground floor are queue-ing.&lt;br /&gt;So we went for the 5th floor again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We changed our pants to black one.&lt;br /&gt;Then Michelle went to Mini Toons to get present for her 'daughter'.&lt;br /&gt;After that, she went to work.&lt;br /&gt;My work time's an hour later, so i stayed inside and slacked around, deesiao-ing pple.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Linus there - with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Then Shawn said it's his last day.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;See, 2 bad news at just one go. Why 2 not 1? Don't know...&lt;br /&gt;EMO ALREADY LAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Mich working in Ocha room. When i told her about Shawn's news, she cried ):&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad too. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;And please, enough with Linus already. There's evidence right there. O___o&lt;br /&gt;And i'll remember his face. Now and forever. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. And i was like, totally no mood for work already.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Miao asked me if i wanted to start early, but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn to work, i was a slacker. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't a runner that day.&lt;br /&gt;And mostly, i went into the bar to help Mich out. It's jammed in there, as always.&lt;br /&gt;And it's like, keep asking Ferdinand to come in to do Tokyo Tower Sundae.&lt;br /&gt;Ferdinand's so funny~&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when i helped in Ocha Room, i got to eat so many things. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Mich went home. Parents came to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;Wye Chang went home too. Was poking him when he was working.&lt;br /&gt;He thought i was being crazy D:&lt;br /&gt;Then work work work. Do duty...&lt;br /&gt;Then got Shawn's and Shi Bing's num. Don't ask me how i did it. Shi Bing helped me. (:&lt;br /&gt;After that, they waited for me to do finish my duty. Then go off together.&lt;br /&gt;Then Shi Bing went Mac to buy thing eat. Shawn went off 1st since he taking MRT.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Shi Bing. Then we went off together.&lt;br /&gt;Gina's friend's so cool. i like her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you pple ar.. haiyo.. how can like tat. he take 98 not 99.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like tat u all also say dun wan to disturb us two.&lt;/em&gt; diao lei.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi that night so many~&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to eat any~&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ah-tatt. Pressed my shoulder so hard. Want me die ar..&lt;br /&gt;And the ah-hao guy.. he became the kaiten person already. And he cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing at him coz when he break, he take down hat, hair messy like hell.&lt;br /&gt;And I think the boss complained him for his attitude ):&lt;br /&gt;But i think, he's the shuai-est! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;When he going home, he styled his hair, so nice lor...&lt;br /&gt;And i love his adidas jacket! *loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Boon Ann worked that night. hahah. keep making fun of him :D&lt;br /&gt;He's SO cuteeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Mormor-monster. I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;Shi Bing's friend. That girl..&lt;br /&gt;Shi Bing told me boss (who's name is harry) likes her very much. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y dun call him hairy? :X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Bing = swensens.&lt;br /&gt;swensen's funny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with evon. to the gym, to jp eat long john, to pet shop, to library.&lt;br /&gt;saw ks at the jurong stadium there. wah.. sorry dude, i no $$!&lt;br /&gt;no $$ still shake hand with me -.-"&lt;br /&gt;evon and i chitchat and laughed like shit at library.&lt;br /&gt;lols. and she intro books for me. thanks&lt;br /&gt;met waiseng matong kailin and jingyu at library. they doing their math project.&lt;br /&gt;din noe i took the same book as waiseng :DD&lt;br /&gt;&amp; during book scanning, it was LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;my name in Indian. Omg~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love going out with friends. because that's the only way my name will appear at their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i want to try.&lt;br /&gt;I want to try to understand DY more. So that i can prove myself wrong that she isn't what i think about her.&lt;br /&gt;But should i do that? And how should i start? And where should i start? tell me, evon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply tags-&lt;br /&gt;evon: =D&lt;br /&gt;esther*LAMMY*: ok will relink u soon!&lt;br /&gt;vivian: hehe thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;ks: u! u! u u u! enough with the height! ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh eh!&lt;br /&gt;if i forget anything, i will edit the post! then put at the start [edited].&lt;br /&gt;adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the ci shan thing now. walao..&lt;br /&gt;she used her leg to fold paper crane and draw! OMG OMG OMG! so pro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-20229254743618281?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/20229254743618281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=20229254743618281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/20229254743618281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/20229254743618281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/quick-quick-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-779616885138508604</id><published>2007-07-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:54:27.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHOTO UPLOADED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpdVJKCxemI/AAAAAAAAAnc/IphN9je7cWI/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086627919941433954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpdVJKCxemI/AAAAAAAAAnc/IphN9je7cWI/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat in 2 rows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpdVCqCxelI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AV2v_HwVLMo/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086627808272284242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpdVCqCxelI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AV2v_HwVLMo/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look look! look at his butttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's a OMG lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpdU8KCxekI/AAAAAAAAAnM/VRvDiFiRcdE/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086627696603134530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpdU8KCxekI/AAAAAAAAAnM/VRvDiFiRcdE/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stood there, facing his butt at me. wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROTFLMAO! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**i'm not pervert okay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm getting entertainment for pple! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-779616885138508604?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/779616885138508604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=779616885138508604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/779616885138508604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/779616885138508604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/photo-uploaded-d-sat-in-2-rows.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpdVJKCxemI/AAAAAAAAAnc/IphN9je7cWI/s72-c/DSC00661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6125914970683745533</id><published>2007-07-13T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:22:30.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sham&lt;/strong&gt;poo.&lt;/span&gt; If i really did hear correctly, your friend said that &lt;em&gt;he smelled shit&lt;/em&gt; when both of you walked past me today. I know what are you implying. Well, you know what? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw two brown shit walking past me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how a shit walk. But what amused me is, there's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; shits walking, not one.&lt;br /&gt;Uh? Shouldn't you be in the toilet bowl? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat in the canteen this morning again! I love this talk. There's me, sharlynn and patrick. We talked about anything. It's so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Patrick: what you working as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me: er? something.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;patrick: issit clean or dirty? *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me: clean. very very clean. -.-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patrick: very very clean? &lt;strong&gt;cleaner&lt;/strong&gt; ar? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. JOKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana's phone tio stolen today. &lt;em&gt;Atika's phone, i shan't bother to say. `Cause everything's a mistake.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, she was so worried and sad. We all suspected people in the class. She also reported to the teachers, and there was a bag search today. We had to sit outside class, in two rows. We were happy, actually. Because we missed Yeoba's lesson! HOORAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And i managed to snap a few shots of his bum. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows who-the-heck stole the phone, please, tell us. It's black colour, sony ericsson. And to the thief out there, come on lah, don't be childish already. Return her the phone lah! D:&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry tata! And don't be afraid of jy, evon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate practicals. They are just so omgggggggggggg. ): annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeoba sucks. ttl sucks too :/&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the pic later &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6125914970683745533?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6125914970683745533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6125914970683745533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6125914970683745533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6125914970683745533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/sham-poo.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-777419340762010498</id><published>2007-07-12T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:07:42.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANT INVASION AT MY HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many big black fast disgusting ants!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG &lt;strong&gt;OMFG&lt;/strong&gt; lah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die of heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I freaking hate insects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phobia... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-777419340762010498?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/777419340762010498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=777419340762010498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/777419340762010498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/777419340762010498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/shit-ant-invasion-at-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-1879555029271433488</id><published>2007-07-12T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:08:09.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I forgot to bring my spectacles to school today. How stupid can i get? Lol. Then everything is blurrrrrred today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vivian, for helping me look out for the bus! LOVES`&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Let's eat together again someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to buy Favian a gift - that 'xiao muo tou' thing.&lt;br /&gt;If not, he'll keep gripping mine and refuse to let go. HARD GRIP, OMIGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me the music's ewwwww, and i'll change it!&lt;br /&gt;omg. my tagboard's dead ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-1879555029271433488?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1879555029271433488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=1879555029271433488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1879555029271433488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/1879555029271433488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3975098496855447596</id><published>2007-07-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:57:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shut your trap, Tuan He.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noisy bunch of fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Old people came our school today. Some looked so fierce, but they still smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Performance today was not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;China people also performed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I even get to see Sharlynn's china buddy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was sitting beside J and Sharlynn was sitting beside &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; J. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp; Sharlynn was angry, because Daryl said that her buddy was not chio at all. dumbbell daryl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeoba kaobei me today.&lt;/strong&gt; Nabei. Stand in front of me and lecture me, 'teaching' me what is manners and what-so-ever. &lt;em&gt;F*** your mom la, yeoba.&lt;/em&gt; DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT'S THAT? Damn. You better don't provoke me. Kanina. Step on my tail, i'm going to be like Evon, driving you mad. Don't think i scared of you. Tell me to look at you...Go look into the mirror lah.. you that freaking idiot-looking face, give me what reasons to look at you?! i doing my work then you come kb me. want kaobeikaobu, come lah. Bimbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My chinese today was mad too. She shouted at us for the 1st time. It was like, &lt;em&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/em&gt;. Also kb here and there. Made me read what Chinese la... In the end ask me want to reread anot, i say ya.. then make me so attentive in your lesson, waiting for my turn to reread. In the end, lesson ended. Cheebye. Ji tao suay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLAH. I shan't blog anymore. I made the font big enough to make it look as if it's a long post :x i'm going to indulge myself into anime videos online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;don't need to tell me about yl.i dun want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3975098496855447596?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3975098496855447596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3975098496855447596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3975098496855447596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3975098496855447596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/shut-your-trap-tuan-he.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6873490426359636376</id><published>2007-07-10T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:49:55.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVqGesf7I/AAAAAAAAAnE/eH5DIp7NiyY/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085502586013646770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVqGesf7I/AAAAAAAAAnE/eH5DIp7NiyY/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ray of light - so strong; like the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVjGesf6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/7CRa2k4wVIY/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085502465754562466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVjGesf6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/7CRa2k4wVIY/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea of 3stars :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVPGesf4I/AAAAAAAAAms/2Pg3Yo5DK_s/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085502122157178754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVPGesf4I/AAAAAAAAAms/2Pg3Yo5DK_s/s320/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVDWesf3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/FaqbViCtIQE/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085501920293715826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVDWesf3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/FaqbViCtIQE/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our deco. it's actually not bad. thanks to yingjie and those girls &lt;3&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/19650924-6873490426359636376?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6873490426359636376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6873490426359636376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6873490426359636376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6873490426359636376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/ray-of-light-so-strong-like-sun-sea-of.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RpNVqGesf7I/AAAAAAAAAnE/eH5DIp7NiyY/s72-c/DSC00626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2538294088257271374</id><published>2007-07-10T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:59:22.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surname YEO is a bad omen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;SI TUAN HE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes, i made his surname become SI. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Things went like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;China people come our school today. And after school, they were having a group photo. I saw Tuan He at the other side of the building, taking photos of them. They facing that building, not mine, so i cannot take. After they left, i shouted over, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Tuan He! You got take their photo?"&lt;/span&gt; He replied, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Ya."&lt;/span&gt; Then i ask, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Send me leh?"&lt;/span&gt; Then he replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I don't have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; IS THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/strong&gt; ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you tell me you took photo of them, then tell me you don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to shout bullshit at you, and point middle finger at you.&lt;/em&gt; But i know if i made it clear that i'm pissed, you will start cursing me. So i just shouted "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CRAP&lt;/span&gt;" back. But right now, i can no longer tolerate your bullshits. And who knows, you might be cursing behind my back? Right now, i made it clear,  &lt;strong&gt;I AM CURSING YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD DAMN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know your english is better, can use all sorts of vocabulary to curse me, swear at me, for being so unreasonable or whatsoever, but the thing is, &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T CARE.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't give a damn about it. You sucker. Don't want send, say lah. Tell me this bullshit answer, what crap is this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love Evon's bravery.&lt;/span&gt; Yeoba is really speechless. He &lt;em&gt;lost face&lt;/em&gt; in front of that teacher sitting at the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;[joke]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yeoba: (asking about chemical thing, this add with this to give what...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;julian: water and salt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yeoba: *stares at julian. then turn back to pupil* is salt and water right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;aaron: salt + water = seawater! *start laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yeoba: aaron! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after awhile, julian say it also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;salt + water = salt water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame luhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate decorations for the class.&lt;/span&gt; It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so sickening&lt;/span&gt; when the whole class don't cooperate and all. Bala came in as a judge. So i said, &lt;em&gt;aiya, should make the indian nicer. cos bala indian, so if she sees the indian draw until so nice, she will like it.&lt;/em&gt; LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Michelle, Don't start it again please ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't put Joshua inside. Joshua-thing is over long ago. oh gosh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm super-uper happy today. Because i passed my NAPHA with flying colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Uh, not really with colours that can fly, but, at least i didn't get a D! Like what i did last time. Stupid mr yeo don't let me retry sit&amp;reach. 1cm and i can get gold last year! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN SADDED ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sit-up:&lt;/span&gt; 31 (since 30 is A, so i stopped when i reached 31) [A]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;incline pull up:&lt;/span&gt; 21 (mr khusni was so lineant) [A]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;shuttle run:&lt;/span&gt; 10sec + (less than 11sec) [A]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;standing board jump:&lt;/span&gt; 175. (sian, 3more cm, i get B) [C]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sit-and-Reach:&lt;/span&gt; 40 (thanks to YanMin and Carissa!) [C]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;so overall, i've got 21 marks. I can get Gold, even if i skipped 2.4km. But i doubt can skip.. so.. aiya.. have to train lor.. Who wants to go gym? I want to go train for my running! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-2538294088257271374?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2538294088257271374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2538294088257271374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2538294088257271374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2538294088257271374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/si-tuan-he.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2841945578494603388</id><published>2007-07-09T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:19:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now each and everyone of us is &lt;em&gt;unhappy&lt;/em&gt; with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to settle this once and for all. Please find one day to settle it, girls.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want matters to go worse, and even result in a break of friendship or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ya rite, no one understands you. but do you understand how we feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we are trying our best to tolerate already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't want to lose you&lt;/span&gt;, yet we don't want to interfere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gina doesn't love me anymore ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;does she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She loves pam! she loves mormor-monster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but not me! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally rmb how Linus look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-2841945578494603388?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2841945578494603388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2841945578494603388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2841945578494603388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2841945578494603388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8143177779402331607</id><published>2007-07-08T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:36:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my 201st post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And i have to thank Michelle here. We went home together yesterday after work. And we ignored him. I know it's bad, but i don't think i need to apologise. Thanks Michelle, for having this so call &lt;em&gt;heart-to-heart talk&lt;/em&gt; about those things on the bus. Those things only i and her know. I know i cried, and it's damn paiseh. But, i really cannot stand it; tolerate it; control myself... Friendship means too much. This matter makes my heart boils and makes me tear. Sorry k? For letting you worry or what. Thanks for "enlightening" me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know you'll be there for me, thanks alot. I cannot imgaine it if you are going to be like her. Sighs. If that's the case, it's really going to be end of the world ):   ( i din forget May :] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You asked me this question: Why do i want to protect her? I though about it. Maybe cause she's my friend. I don't want her to suffer or anything. But on the other hand, i have to agree with you, this is going to be part of her life, her experience in growing up. So now, i give up. It's not that i don't want to protect her anymore. It's just that, i'll leave it as what you said - to let her experience it. But i really hate that part where she lied lah. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thank you Michelle. And please. &lt;strong&gt;I'm NOT lesbian!&lt;/strong&gt; -.- LOL.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I only take the word "friendship" more seriously than what you think. I only want to be closer to you people, to find out the real meaning of true friendship. Dang it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyways, was working yesterday. Michelle was really furious. She's suppose to be the one in the Ocha Room. But Sutomo, who's also supposed to be there, reached late, and everything piled up in the Ocha Room, resulting in a mess. Gosh, I saw it with my own eyes, it's terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And i was a runner, together with Linus. Linus is an ex-fuhua student. I don't believe him in the 1st place. Anyway, i shan't say what happen while we were being runner together. If not, the rumour's going to start again. Or rather, in fact, Michelle has already told Gina about me and Linus. Oh God, not again. Now pops out another poor victim. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jonathan, that idiot fat pig. That's what everyone calles him ok! He sweeped my leg while he doing his duty. And he even mopped my leg. KNS. He's not just a fat pig. He's Jonathan, The Red Nose Fat Pig. LOL =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Enough of Shawn, Wye Chang, or Linus. Lucky the Wye Chang rumour died down. PLEASE LUH. &lt;strong&gt;Enough of Shawn.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not interested in someone who &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; shorter than me. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm bored at home! I did my homework today, peacefully. I tried my best to control myself not to on the computer. And i did succeed part of it. Haha... I finished my Math and Chinese Zhou Ji. I'm finally being a good kid. EH! Hold on! i haven touch my Chinese Zuo Wen and Chemistry yet! &lt;em&gt;BUT, WHO'S GONNA CARE? HEHE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Michelle! i didn't tell Linus anything about Fuhua. We didn't even talk anything about Fuhua. LOL. so about the light thing, he must have read it from the 'STOMP' news! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks. I know what to do. I shall not care anymore. I'll wait till what i want to happen. And then be there to make things right. ((:  `3cheers for Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8143177779402331607?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8143177779402331607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8143177779402331607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8143177779402331607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8143177779402331607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-my-201st-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-658945658425340457</id><published>2007-07-08T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:26:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我不是“累四边”！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其他的，我会下午在继续。现在太累了，没办法继续按下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对了，祝 Joshua 生日快乐！：D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-658945658425340457?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/658945658425340457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=658945658425340457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/658945658425340457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/658945658425340457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/joshua-d.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5545471387521464135</id><published>2007-07-06T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:00:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THE END.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5545471387521464135?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5545471387521464135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5545471387521464135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5545471387521464135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5545471387521464135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-forgot-what-i-wanted-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6104546266930405414</id><published>2007-07-05T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:43:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adeline, Tiffany, i went to read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saying we are still friends seems like total crap now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is so true lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; told me we'll be friends. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; told me we'll be &lt;strong&gt;really close friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But what now? We didn't even talk - for like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i've already been shunning him for so longgggg. It's tiring. I'm feel so tired. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know how she feels right now, somehow. I don't need a friend like that too. But i just can't seem to let go. Those memories still linger on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to hate him. But yet i don't want to. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's complicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. But whatever it is; It's their problem, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate Miss Tan.&lt;/span&gt; I'd rather have Mr. Yeo's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate  her. I really cannot stand her. She's a mother fucker, &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;And now the shit comes. We're going to be dismissed half an hour later just because the office made up a Chemistry lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?! 3 Chemistry lessons straight. And what's worse, it's right after A-math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NA-NINANA!&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to be a lab work tomorrow. I freaking hate lab works okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to both Adeline and Tiffany today. For going to JEC with me. We ate long john, and joked bout so much things. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that your sore throat gets better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian's funny today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"say somemore?!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"SOMEMORE!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"SAY SOMEMORE?!!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"SOMEMORE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. Drives everybody laughing; and the teacher mad.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel smells really nice. That perfume smell. AWHS.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go tata's house.&lt;br /&gt;And Evon, gosh, &lt;strong&gt;You're One Brave Girl.&lt;/strong&gt; You made Mr Yeo almost &lt;em&gt;bao zha&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ka-boom!&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6104546266930405414?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6104546266930405414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6104546266930405414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6104546266930405414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6104546266930405414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/adeline-tiffany-i-went-to-read-her-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-7638398860664686627</id><published>2007-07-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:23:39.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>人是自私的。有谁能否定？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一连串的事，渐渐越变越多。而我，也越来越不想管。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一，就因为大家没做功课，没做改正，那个“妈的发可”就整天乱大喊大叫，真是烦死人。对她而言，她并不知道我们想要怎么样。但对我们来说，我们却不知道她到底要怎样。唉呀，还是别说了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二，刚刚我家发生了一个小小的‘仗’。为什么我什么都得让给我姐？我不吃这套。我不会退让！所以就因为我叫她进房间看电视，客厅电视我要看，她却整个人发起了脾气，用电脑时，很明显她很不爽。他妈的！我先开客厅的电视，我要看这个频道，你不喜欢，就滚一边去，发什么怪屁脾气啦！鸡蛋糕！我又不是故意惹你。是你自己小气吧？！&lt;br /&gt;别以为你生气我就怕你。____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三，我已经说了，酱的事一定会发生；她会离我们越来越远。相信了吧？&lt;br /&gt;但是你放心吧，我不是全部因这理由而对那个‘他’有意见。&lt;br /&gt;现在他们想怎样，我也不想管，也不想做坏人来破坏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第四，对于那个-不想我把今天的事情说在blog上-的他：我只想说，我并不知道你该嘛忽然找我。觉得很希奇，但也希望，什么事都不会再次发生。要做朋友，就做朋友。别在问我一些我不想回答的问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls, no more shawn =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-7638398860664686627?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7638398860664686627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=7638398860664686627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7638398860664686627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/7638398860664686627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-pls-no-more-shawn.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4905255965417993770</id><published>2007-07-02T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:27:35.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Flag Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RojgtWesf2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/P2hzVD92fFU/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082559249220665186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RojgtWesf2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/P2hzVD92fFU/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone staring at my phone. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RojgpGesf1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/dAVWneuQDQg/s1600-h/DSC00617(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082559176206221138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RojgpGesf1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/dAVWneuQDQg/s320/DSC00617(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RojgE2esf0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/PPPJj9NyJZI/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082558553435963202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RojgE2esf0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/PPPJj9NyJZI/s320/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping beauty luhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rojf7mesfzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MoNQuUADJe4/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082558394522173234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rojf7mesfzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/MoNQuUADJe4/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people in front of us.. all sleeping lor..&lt;br /&gt;see them from the front, it's tallest to the shortest.. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said it. i &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; ang mo-s. &lt;3&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/19650924-4905255965417993770?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4905255965417993770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4905255965417993770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4905255965417993770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4905255965417993770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/flag-day-everyone-staring-at-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RojgtWesf2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/P2hzVD92fFU/s72-c/DSC00616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6852931839104418754</id><published>2007-07-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:30:35.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RofkiGesfyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IQSq2kAV7QM/s1600-h/msn+joke5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082281979016937250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RofkiGesfyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IQSq2kAV7QM/s320/msn+joke5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOODNESS. i'll die of laughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6852931839104418754?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6852931839104418754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6852931839104418754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6852931839104418754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6852931839104418754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RofkiGesfyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IQSq2kAV7QM/s72-c/msn+joke5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6869147683726898850</id><published>2007-07-02T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:23:08.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rofiw2esfxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Y6yyigkOG9s/s1600-h/msn+joke4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082280033396752146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rofiw2esfxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Y6yyigkOG9s/s320/msn+joke4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;another one. joker! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-6869147683726898850?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6869147683726898850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=6869147683726898850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6869147683726898850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/6869147683726898850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-one.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rofiw2esfxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Y6yyigkOG9s/s72-c/msn+joke4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4399776993463864187</id><published>2007-07-02T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:09:04.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoffjWesfwI/AAAAAAAAAls/l5dd9NHksYM/s1600-h/msn+joke3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082276502933634818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoffjWesfwI/AAAAAAAAAls/l5dd9NHksYM/s320/msn+joke3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joker.lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4399776993463864187?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4399776993463864187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4399776993463864187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4399776993463864187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4399776993463864187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/joker.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoffjWesfwI/AAAAAAAAAls/l5dd9NHksYM/s72-c/msn+joke3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3548881344420131623</id><published>2007-07-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:46:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我刚刚看了hanwei的blog，才发现，原来用华文来表达自己，在自己的blog上写出想说的话。&lt;br /&gt;其实，还蛮好玩的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mowlim要回马来西亚了。&lt;br /&gt;会想念他的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在肚子有点痛。&lt;br /&gt;我先去去厕所。&lt;br /&gt;拜啦！ （：&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3548881344420131623?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3548881344420131623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3548881344420131623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3548881344420131623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3548881344420131623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/hanweiblogblog-mowlim.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-904434089082497540</id><published>2007-07-01T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:05:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp pics! koped from sze yin :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodObGesfvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/QL5bL4ncz_E/s1600-h/1sec3+pupils(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116932013686514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodObGesfvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/QL5bL4ncz_E/s320/1sec3+pupils(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec3 camp! eh? what happen to ikhwan's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOYmesfuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/N5q5adfgc0A/s1600-h/2daryl+making+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116889064013538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOYmesfuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/N5q5adfgc0A/s320/2daryl+making+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl, forever making his hair. sighs :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOWGesftI/AAAAAAAAAlU/P_huQaxxZ6w/s1600-h/3making+harnesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116846114340562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOWGesftI/AAAAAAAAAlU/P_huQaxxZ6w/s320/3making+harnesses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yee le, you ren and chong cher making their harnesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOTWesfsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oTHYGdjeKSg/s1600-h/4all+on+board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116798869700290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOTWesfsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oTHYGdjeKSg/s320/4all+on+board.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all on board! and everyone started to sing the gatsby song while maintaining balance. :D&lt;br /&gt;our cheer goes like this: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;superman man man spiderman. spiderman man man batman. who are who are who are we; we are we are we are who. who are we; we are who. ooooooooh~ gatsby!&lt;/span&gt; (then start singing) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i~ can give u gat~sby~~ gat~sby~~ gat~sby~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOQWesfrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/cXirUgFJjto/s1600-h/5cc+love+yr(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116747330092722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOQWesfrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/cXirUgFJjto/s320/5cc+love+yr(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with tat thing, you ren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodONWesfqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/BtazWXBMlRM/s1600-h/6pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116695790485154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodONWesfqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/BtazWXBMlRM/s320/6pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian and aaron (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOKGesfpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dVVrkZ3bRRA/s1600-h/7junwei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116639955910290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOKGesfpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dVVrkZ3bRRA/s320/7junwei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOHGesfoI/AAAAAAAAAks/gIh5p-JUQwo/s1600-h/8cc%27s+face+so+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116588416302722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOHGesfoI/AAAAAAAAAks/gIh5p-JUQwo/s320/8cc%27s+face+so+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chong cher's face is so cute luhs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOEGesfnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/X3NCyTcSv4M/s1600-h/9grp+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116536876695154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOEGesfnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/X3NCyTcSv4M/s320/9grp+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOAWesfmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6DYGbT7UDbo/s1600-h/10grp+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116472452185698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodOAWesfmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6DYGbT7UDbo/s320/10grp+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with you ren? keep making tat hand thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodN8mesflI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3T5KgkYLQlM/s1600-h/11grp+photo+with+szeyin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116408027676242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodN8mesflI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3T5KgkYLQlM/s320/11grp+photo+with+szeyin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp photo with sze yin inside. peichuan and jun wei emo ar? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodN5GesfkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bGCYw35uzG4/s1600-h/12smile(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082116347898134082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodN5GesfkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bGCYw35uzG4/s320/12smile(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, what happen to yan min's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLfGesfhI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LCfDJF9UurM/s1600-h/13mudpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113702198279698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLfGesfhI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LCfDJF9UurM/s320/13mudpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked to sit in mudpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLcWesfgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/-N35cnGDVk4/s1600-h/14sitting+in+mudpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113654953639426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLcWesfgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/-N35cnGDVk4/s320/14sitting+in+mudpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitted in mudpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLYWesffI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rTBkmIMSJ3A/s1600-h/15splashing+in+mudpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113586234162674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLYWesffI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rTBkmIMSJ3A/s320/15splashing+in+mudpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start splashin`! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLTmesfeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/q962mIQvac4/s1600-h/16continue+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113504629784034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLTmesfeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/q962mIQvac4/s320/16continue+walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then continue walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLQmesfdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XEiPa9MyR5w/s1600-h/17julian+so+clean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113453090176466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLQmesfdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XEiPa9MyR5w/s320/17julian+so+clean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian's so clean can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLM2esfcI/AAAAAAAAAjM/oB6YI-2m9K4/s1600-h/18sitting+in+blackpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113388665667010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLM2esfcI/AAAAAAAAAjM/oB6YI-2m9K4/s320/18sitting+in+blackpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat down in tat disgusting &lt;em&gt;black pool&lt;/em&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLImesfbI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Q8HCeqk5kWM/s1600-h/19blackpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113315651222962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodLImesfbI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Q8HCeqk5kWM/s320/19blackpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointing at what seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodK9mesfaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/l9_VFfvkmIs/s1600-h/20junwei+saboed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113126672661922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodK9mesfaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/l9_VFfvkmIs/s320/20junwei+saboed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic. jun wei looked so nice in this pic can! awhs... tat's my hand behind him :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodK22esfZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1TqYKrSq9hs/s1600-h/21beautiful+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113010708544914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodK22esfZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1TqYKrSq9hs/s320/21beautiful+back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lookat his back. sabo-ed ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodKtmesfYI/AAAAAAAAAis/7lNqIIxOoMI/s1600-h/22julian+scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082112851794754946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodKtmesfYI/AAAAAAAAAis/7lNqIIxOoMI/s320/22julian+scared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian scare-dy cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now! instructors coming into the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodKpmesfXI/AAAAAAAAAik/FNDfhKtpFDU/s1600-h/23peiying+and+szeyin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082112783075278194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodKpmesfXI/AAAAAAAAAik/FNDfhKtpFDU/s320/23peiying+and+szeyin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei ying and sze yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodJ1mesfWI/AAAAAAAAAic/gtJ7jj0J59M/s1600-h/24azri+and+szeyin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082111889722080610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodJ1mesfWI/AAAAAAAAAic/gtJ7jj0J59M/s320/24azri+and+szeyin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azri (tat malay guy) and sze yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodJXGesfVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UiWP1PodkX4/s1600-h/25pillay+and+szeyin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082111365736070482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodJXGesfVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UiWP1PodkX4/s320/25pillay+and+szeyin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sze yin and pillay (burn burn burn!) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodJOGesfUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/M4G1iV_bGEY/s1600-h/26lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082111211117247810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodJOGesfUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/M4G1iV_bGEY/s320/26lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. funny azri. look at his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodItmesfTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/a6Hod9yXj8c/s1600-h/27peiying+with+mojo(rose+syrup+with+milk+aka+bandung).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082110652771499314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodItmesfTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/a6Hod9yXj8c/s320/27peiying+with+mojo(rose+syrup+with+milk+aka+bandung).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei ying and mojo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodH82esfSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tqm30z08rM0/s1600-h/28firstguy+is+niang+niang+qiang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082109815252876578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodH82esfSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tqm30z08rM0/s320/28firstguy+is+niang+niang+qiang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, that guy.. duno his name :/ and constance beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodH02esfRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/t8yEz_CB9R4/s1600-h/30middle+is+gloria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082109677813923090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodH02esfRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/t8yEz_CB9R4/s320/30middle+is+gloria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei ying, gloria (gorilla), sze yin&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;/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/19650924-904434089082497540?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/904434089082497540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=904434089082497540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/904434089082497540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/904434089082497540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/camp-pics-koped-from-sze-yin-x-sec3.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RodObGesfvI/AAAAAAAAAlk/QL5bL4ncz_E/s72-c/1sec3+pupils(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5837788516966212787</id><published>2007-07-01T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:44:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm angry with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;she showed me no respect.&lt;br /&gt;and thus i scolded her cheebye and nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;who stepped on who's tail first? dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S A SMALL WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;walking to the bus stop from imm, saw deno there, with a grp of paikia.&lt;br /&gt;and 1st look, i was thinking, is tat guy my friend, hw?&lt;br /&gt;why look so familiar!?&lt;br /&gt;so i kept looking.&lt;br /&gt;i even asked shawn to shout to the open space behind; shout his name.&lt;br /&gt;but he dun wan, say ltr pple think he crazy.&lt;br /&gt;tat time, i was really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;what made me more mad was, just when i was about to sms hw, my phone bo batt.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;i went home sms, no reply. online saw him, then talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh~ it's really him lor.&lt;br /&gt;so co-incidence lei... lucky he dunno i'm me :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i feel so excited.&lt;br /&gt;just cos i saw hw.&lt;br /&gt;and tat he is deno friend;&lt;br /&gt;deno is gina friend;&lt;br /&gt;gina is my friend;&lt;br /&gt;and hw is my friend;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, a circle, and somehow connected.&lt;br /&gt;wah piang.&lt;br /&gt;mixture of feeling inside me now. feel like talking to hw on and on w/o stopping :x&lt;br /&gt;gosh.i feel like shouting.&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i really dun wanna care for anything anymore (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-5837788516966212787?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5837788516966212787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5837788516966212787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5837788516966212787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5837788516966212787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-angry-with-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-295702784848204837</id><published>2007-06-29T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:14:32.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, Julian's still in his camp mood.&lt;br /&gt;samuel was asked to knock at the door then come in by mr yeo becoz he went in by the back door.&lt;br /&gt;after he did tat, julian immediately shouted : CLAP CLAP CLAP!&lt;br /&gt;then everybody clapped. lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel's so funny and cute can!&lt;br /&gt;he tot the gatsby moving rubber, the different colours shown below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUKN2esfQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/m4Y5pDGbgBA/s1600-h/gatsby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081478987636309250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUKN2esfQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/m4Y5pDGbgBA/s320/gatsby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just something that u tear off, then apply on ur hair.&lt;br /&gt;get what i mean???&lt;br /&gt;he tot tat container is the thing tat u tear off a bit then apply on ur hair.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't know the gel is inside.&lt;br /&gt;cos he said the tv show it so small.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;omg. samuel's so cute... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he saw my markers &amp; started to draw on his hands.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. tat boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUJDGesfPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/LF6UuGNDOMw/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081477703441087730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUJDGesfPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/LF6UuGNDOMw/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron saw it, so he added to "help" samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUI9GesfOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/hbMG1UI8xP0/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081477600361872610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUI9GesfOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/hbMG1UI8xP0/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;after school, went imm with gina and mich.&lt;br /&gt;see the same thing, walk the same place, eat the same food.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;then i said, i wanted to take pics. and so, produced pics below, to entertain u pple.&lt;br /&gt;oh, esther lam was there with richoon they all. badminton frens ba?&lt;br /&gt;and she kept calling me! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIwmesfNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/G5V89h1U7lQ/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081477385613507794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIwmesfNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/G5V89h1U7lQ/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIq2esfMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7K6gqw3maF0/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081477286829259970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIq2esfMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7K6gqw3maF0/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gal here asked if tat sun glasses look nice on her, when she didn't even take off the white paper. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIdmesfLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/fRlwy5-glPI/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081477059195993266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIdmesfLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/fRlwy5-glPI/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich secretly took pic of her playing with the machine.&lt;br /&gt;"childish!" said michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUITWesfKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yzLqnFKugU4/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081476883102334114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUITWesfKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yzLqnFKugU4/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm not playing ok. i was only looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIMGesfJI/AAAAAAAAAg0/j4J7gXt9ZYw/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081476758548282514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIMGesfJI/AAAAAAAAAg0/j4J7gXt9ZYw/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIEmesfII/AAAAAAAAAgs/f4GqQwmvnNc/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081476629699263618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUIEmesfII/AAAAAAAAAgs/f4GqQwmvnNc/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina playing with phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 5th floor toilet to play again! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUH52esfHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GUFjSXy8l10/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081476445015669874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUH52esfHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GUFjSXy8l10/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirror magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUHX2esfGI/AAAAAAAAAgc/012vRilvUD8/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081475860900117602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUHX2esfGI/AAAAAAAAAgc/012vRilvUD8/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ki siao liao. sit there and started screaming. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUHOmesfFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5c3G4oHQvUw/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081475701986327634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUHOmesfFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5c3G4oHQvUw/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. zi lians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUGyWesfEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/RC9-EPDDUCY/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081475216655023170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUGyWesfEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/RC9-EPDDUCY/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see no evil; hear no evil; speak no evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then walked pass a shop. and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUGTmesfDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mo3n_n8tmqc/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081474688374045746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUGTmesfDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mo3n_n8tmqc/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after tat mich went ichiban again to have dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why again? cos we went in there earlier to find mow lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he quit already ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this time, we went in, mich ordered her dinner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i, ONCE AGAIN, ordered my pink genuie and fried salmon skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, jing ling made the drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she added lots of special stuffs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, thanks so much. it's like special order, still got biscuit and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awhs~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUEZGesfCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QUmFkmJHJLU/s1600-h/DSC00612(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081472583840070690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUEZGesfCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QUmFkmJHJLU/s320/DSC00612(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video taken - all about shawn.&lt;br /&gt;tried taking his photo, but unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;so used video instead.&lt;br /&gt;1st one video-ed by mich and 2nd one by me!&lt;br /&gt;oh alright. LET'S ALL AGREE, SHAWN IN CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;and i love linus hair and i love hendra's perfume! (:&lt;br /&gt;GAH, sweetness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COuoBEPDXbU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COuoBEPDXbU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIuVjNt9ydg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIuVjNt9ydg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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-size:78%;"&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say this.i'm not angry with both of them together;but yet i'm not happy either.i don't know why.and i've also thought over it.since she's my friend,i shan't get so angry.moreover,there's no point getting angry.it's her own happiness.she's just seeking to him cos she think he's the right one to protect her.i shan't interfere,i shan't say anything.&lt;em&gt;but pls,dun lie to me or anything to be with him just becos u dun wan me to get angry.i hate liers,more than ever.i rather u tell me the truth.if u're with him,admit it.dun keep me in the dark,and let me find out the truth myself.&lt;/em&gt;since she's happy with him,i shall not say anything more.&lt;em&gt;i don't wanna curse u or anything,seriously,but &lt;strong&gt;trust me&lt;/strong&gt;,it won't last.&lt;/em&gt;sighs.maybe i'll just let her taste taste what i mean by tat.i really really hope he won't change anything between us.and i will prove to her,me,dajie,will give her all the love she wanted.i don't wanna lose a friend just becos of someone else.it won't happen,and it never will.i will show her i can be more better than him.i will show her that not only him can give him the care she's looking for.gosh,my hair is standing.lol...speak about him as much as anybody wants.i won't give any comment.i hope she understand how i feel.there's so much more i wanted to say.but i've got to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe say more next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i protect my friend.i love them as much as ever.i swear i'll treat both of u as good as how i treated julian.mayb u say i'm closer to him than u both is cos, i think i can find a brighter light when i'm with guys.don't worry.i'll improve our friendship,i'll prove to you both,that you didn't treat me as a friend for nothing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still think: there's nothing such as best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still think: there's no such thing as best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still think: it's either friend or not friend.i don't believe in good fren best fren or whatever it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i still think: not wanting to care for anything is the best solution for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i've told may: i, too, never wanna care for whatever shit there is again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos it's killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but will i do what i just said?can i not care for things happening around me?i really dunno :/&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/19650924-295702784848204837?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/295702784848204837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=295702784848204837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/295702784848204837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/295702784848204837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-julians-still-in-his-camp-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoUKN2esfQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/m4Y5pDGbgBA/s72-c/gatsby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-6436109365661220127</id><published>2007-06-28T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:10:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is to show gina and mich.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will be killed by wc if he ever sees this :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoN6jWese-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/ECGrplcXL1Q/s1600-h/wc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081039552352386018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoN6jWese-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/ECGrplcXL1Q/s200/wc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saved this to prove he already had a gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoN6eWese9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/f2SqrF8JBQs/s1600-h/wc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081039466453040082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RoN6eWese9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/f2SqrF8JBQs/s200/wc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly he came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so am i wrong?&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/19650924-6436109365661220127?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6436109365661220127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-5480521463992031487</id><published>2007-06-27T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:41:01.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog blog blog.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose everybody's blogging about the camp when they reach home.&lt;br /&gt;so why don't i blog too? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;well, was damn du lan but yet sad about most of the things on sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i cried so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;was controlling so so hard, not wanting to let my family see my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then i was very pek chek, cos the paper on what to bring, is not very clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so i kept asking pple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then i called may later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;talk talk talk, until i cannot bare it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i ran to the toilet, and cried again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;damn, it was so hard to control. and i began mumbling between my sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;thanks to May, for comforting me. &lt;em&gt;i love you, may!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and thanks to xing quan too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;it's not just cos i'm scared that there's no one in the camp to pei me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;it's also cos... i felt &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;i was unable to protect a friend.and things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;and then i also felt that, i was the one who's not letting go of so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;everything just came to my mind and choked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've had it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i still went for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;not tat bad though.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really like the campfire. haha :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1st day, we reached sch, had flag raising, then met the intructors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;on 1st look, i only saw instructor Jeremy as the most good-looking one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he look like wu zun... haha..&lt;br /&gt;but then, on the other hand, he sometimes give the gay look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but hey, he &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; cute. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then during camp, we keep saying OH-HEH cos there's rumours about he and the other instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love it man. makes him and tat girl paiseh. lols..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then we use OH-HEH to form songs, cheers, anything we could think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he loves to joke, and when normally pple give "&lt;em&gt;DIAO&lt;/em&gt;", he give "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (with fingers all attached together and facing upwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chief veron loves calling him &lt;em&gt;lee-bing-soo&lt;/em&gt;. cos he wears BIG SHOES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bing soo = big shoe. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"let's give instructor jeremy a jeremy clap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*clap* (moving hand by the side, forward and backward; shoulders up and down; making bubbly sounds, something like octopus)&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*clap* "&lt;strong&gt;OH-HEH&lt;/strong&gt;!" (shoot up clenched up hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then there's this botak head - instructor Mojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT mojojojo!&lt;/em&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he damn funny. but when he's serious, he's damn fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he's quite big size. with a shining botak head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pple love to make fun of his botak head, saying it looks like the moon, shining so brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"let's give instructor Mojo a Mojo clap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*clap* "&lt;strong&gt;ting&lt;/strong&gt;!" (raise right hand and move out and in at the top right of head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then there's instructor Steven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he's damn hilarioust too. i love his "hong kong accent". hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;his "hong kong accent" was real funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and chief veron also called him instructor &lt;em&gt;hwee-ling&lt;/em&gt; or something like tat.. sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hwee-ling&lt;/em&gt; = feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and he also showed us his honeydew in his stomach. pro lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lols. it's like, a sudden circle on his stomach popping out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"let's give instructor Steven a Steven clap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*clap* "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hwee-ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" (all fingers near to each other and facing upwards and moving outwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then there's instructor Gloria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i din really noe her, i only noe she's not very thin :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;everyone called her gorilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gloria, gloria, gloria, ... ... , gorilla gorilla gorilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"let's give instructor gorilla a gorilla clap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*clap* "&lt;strong&gt;HOOO HOOO HOOO&lt;/strong&gt;!" (act like gorilla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;next is instructor Constance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;everyone called her six legged spider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cos she made a mistake, saying a spider has 6 legs, and so, became the joke among them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"let's give instructor Constance a spider clap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*clap* "&lt;strong&gt;six legged spider&lt;/strong&gt;~" (3 fingers on each side wriggling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;then next was instructor ____. i forgot :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he was.. thin... and... &lt;em&gt;niang~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gay lei.. he also quite funny de..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;let's give ____ a ____ clap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*clap* "&lt;strong&gt;eee-yer&lt;/strong&gt;~" (in a very girly tone; use index finger to push face away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;next was our group5's instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;every class is split into 2 groups and each grp got 1 instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;our instructor is named sze yin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;everyone tot is was &lt;strong&gt;siying&lt;/strong&gt;! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;she was fun, and full of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3cheers for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then there was instructor eyen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he was group 6's instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he was funny. and he can laugh like nobody's business but it was super funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when he got serious, he can be really serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nobody knows how old he is. but he is cheeky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everyone is teasing him about his height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cos he's short! and he has maggi mee hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"let's give instructor eyen a eyen clap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*clap* "&lt;strong&gt;yiiiiiiiiwww&lt;/strong&gt;(refering to sound effect - from high pitch to low pitch), &lt;strong&gt;maggie meeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;" (the sound effect goes along with the hand moving from higher to lower part and then move hand to the head and shake about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is to prove tat he is short, and has maggie hairstyle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then there's still so many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;another one, malay guy. he shakes his butt really well. lols~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;he is known as the crazy monkey there. cos he very high and jumps like a monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;then there's this indian guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;awhs, he is been teased as chao ta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;campfire, we will be shouting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;burning now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burn burn burn&lt;/strong&gt;!" (burn burn burn, we'll be pointing at him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;at 1st he was kinda irritated or something, as if y pple keep saying him like tat. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but chief veron said he enjoyed being called like tat. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then still got alot pple.. i cannot rmb the claps. i dunno the name :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then there's also ex fuhuanite joining us at the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we board the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;driver drive drive &lt;em&gt;drive&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;assenger sit sit &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;past the cemetries and finnally reached jalan bahtera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then we all assemble, then after tat went to put our bags in respective huts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;our class girls got hut 9. &lt;em&gt;woohoo. my favourite num.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the guys got hut 3. &lt;em&gt;woohoo again, cos it's also my favourite number&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1st day, we were taught the rules, and told about the camp objectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;each of them introduced themselves, and tat's where the clapping thing started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;there's also clapping like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"gimme one sexy clap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"gimme one ultimate sexy clap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"gimme one macho clap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahahas. it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;at 1st, everybody was not very interested or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cos, it's like, some of them is mixed classes. like those 3s9 came to our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we then went to play games. 1st was the..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;er..i forgot the name :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the straight down tat thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;u go to the top, 3stories high.. then use the rope to come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;legs must be 90degrees to the body, but not exact bahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;another instructor said tat the leg must be above the buttocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i tried. it was, not very scary... tho i got cold feets at 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;waited for evon and jean to finish, then procceed to the flying fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;who knows, jia ying was in front of me in the queue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and she was also the last to play the flying fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i was so dulan can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;piang. then i throw the rope give eyen. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after tat we went for the low wall. or was it the ladies finger and the swing thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i forgot. but we played all luhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ladies finger was easy with julian there of cos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he was so tall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chong cher sat on his shoulder and up he goes, carrying the tire out and in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he said it was heavy. and we were all told by sze yin to be the spotter;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which is to hold our hands out, to prepare for chong cher's unpredictable fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;about the rope thing, swing here and there, tat part, actually after the person got over to the other side, no one is suppose to step down the plank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but we all did. and sze yin didn't say cannot. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;about the low wall, we all were cooperative luhs. it was quite fun too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but so many pple hurt their hand there &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;then we went for high elements, and we played the one with wheel tire and wooden plank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i didn't try. i was getting cold feet. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pc was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;julian was good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;you ren they all tried too. nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but chio bu was even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he didnt care for his safety. he just chiong okie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;awhs, my bravest :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hahas, and he like, took so fast to finish it luhs (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after tat, we proceed to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;and they taught us the claps all tat.&lt;br /&gt;each instructor got different claps.&lt;br /&gt;then after tat, went to bath then have our hungry cheer and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;canteen has the canteen rules. i shall not elaborate :p&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we then went to have games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;er, it's about kidnapping stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;every group's leader is kidnapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and we were suppose to complete each set of activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we had a map, and there's A B C D and E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for example, A can be like, going to the parade square and sing the sch song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it was easy task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;another one was with balloons. and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after completing one, we were suppose to rush back to the multi purpose hall to q up and guess a number, to see where's our key. have to find 2 keys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;different groups have different activities to carry out lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at 1st, i dun even noe what it was all about. the whole place so chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;who knows, we actually complete it faster than the others, not 1st tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and in the 1st place, out grp was the last to come back to the hall to q up for num.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAH. UNITY *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;after the game, we all had supper - hotdog bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and we went to slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the following day, we had to wake up so early ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and then the torturess morning work out almost killed everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;mojo taught us the budha clap, which was to stretch out ur hand to the side, and then as he blow the whistle, we all had to raise it to the top of our heads and *clap*. then back to the position which was perpendicular to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;in the end, we all did like more than 500 can!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it was so tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and if count not loud enough, did wrong, we all have to restart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;oh maii gawd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we only got 10sec to rest after every 100 claps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;then after breakfast, we all went for our activites again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this time, we did the high elements, the broken bridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i tried this one. and it wasn't a bad one though! it was quite fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;not very scary, after i complete :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;daryl tried it too. he took around 2 to 3 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yi herng? CHIONG AR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tat's my chio bu kays! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he damn pro lah, one leg on one plank can liao. hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he took 2min like tat.. to finish the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wah... then aaron was like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wah piang! HIS MY IDOL!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOLLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;after the high element, we went to play the spider web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;argh i hate tat game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and sze yin's counting of the points, really made me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;seriously, i was kinda pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;it's like really, what the.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;but forget it, since she let us pass the test anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and she was also glad tat everyone helped carry julian over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and tat she's proud of us, tat everyone was so united or something. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then there was a talk about campfire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;after which, we went to think of our dance steps for the campfire at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;think think think. we decided to use dance skit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and the thing is, each girl must have a boy partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ALRIGHT.WHO'S GREAT IDEA?! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then after much deciding, they decided to line us up into shortest to tallest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;actually i was standin behind janah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i changed place with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and who knows, she tio daryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;when i told may this, she said, aiya, i changed my own fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAH. she meant tat if i nv change place, i will pair with daryl, and tat's fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GAHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;after choosin song all tat, we went to cook our own lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;maggie mee... and still got hot dog, sardin, beans, corn, carrot and red bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it was not bad lah.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we changed, and went for our nature rumble.&lt;br /&gt;we walked a long muddy trail and finally reached a pool of mud.&lt;br /&gt;er, it's brown in colour.. and i think the place is muddy cos of the big big rain the nite b4...&lt;br /&gt;after everyone splashed around in the mud pool, we proceed to another one.&lt;br /&gt;a black one...&lt;br /&gt;then eyen start to joke, saying tat's made from ashes...&lt;br /&gt;blah. den everyone started making each other dirty.&lt;br /&gt;julian din wanna go down.&lt;br /&gt;he kept complaining that he paid 70dollars just to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;l0l. but in the end we still went down.&lt;br /&gt;after not long, we had to go up.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, so fast lor...&lt;br /&gt;then walk back, late around 10-15min late for kayaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after washing up, and the guide's briefing, i paired up with yan min and head for the sand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we tested for our vest. and omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jun wei's such a sissy ass! gay man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he's soooooo scared tat he will sink or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then he kept like, saying, eeeeee, dun wan lei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then damn scared like tat. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was laughing my heads off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after trying, we head into the water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yan min din noe how to row, so i used my outmost strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was so tired after everything. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh, our objective for kayaking, is to row the boat to the middle, and everyone is to form a traight row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after which, the front person stand up, then follow by the back person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;stand up, then hold hand with the person beside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and MAY, HAHAHA, i took the back sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cos if i sit in the front sit, i'll be holding daryl's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;back seat, i held tight to aaron's hand. then ming yong ask me to hold her hand tighter. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then we had to shout a cheer, and also create the kallang wave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so we used the "o-lley" cheer, and everyone started squarting and standing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it wasn't successful until the 3rd try. cos pple's boat kept moving away :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but we still completed it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the guide told us to row all the way back. and the last 3 to reach will dunno what happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wah, den i so kanzhiong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sorry yanmin. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we row row row. SO TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lucky, we were not the last 3... sweats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after kayaking, we went for our refreshing bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and then after practice for the dance step...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;practice le, time for dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so went for it and right after tat, we went back to hut 9 to practice again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i partner with yee le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i think, aaron's soooooo sweet pls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha i duno why. but he looks sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and then.. chio bu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;joker.. LOL. he damn funny lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aaron keep laughing at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he is like, SERIOUSLY LAGGING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;his movement is forever slower by one or two second(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;actually eyen asked for permission to have the campfire later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cos our class is not ready..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after which, we did the final thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but still went wrong here and there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the main lead was atika with julian &amp; daryl with janah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;daryl and janah keep quarreling. over the tiniest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then no time to make the ammendments, cos campfire time reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;campfire started. and each group was called out to perform after we did drum rolls, cheers, and chief veron talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she invited another chief. i think his called jeremy too..? i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then mr goh and other teachers were also present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mr goh looked younger in his informal shirt luhs.. although yan min said the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahah, and he so funny... other teachers also so funny like tat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then after every performance, there will be entertainment from the instructors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;one performance was about shaking butt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the malay, mojo and steven had to compete on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mojo shaked like jelly tat kind, and steven made a fool of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;he didn't even move, and said tat his butt shakin was fast until no one can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;LOL LORH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mr goh was asked who's the winner. then he replied: &lt;em&gt;u noe, actually, i didn't take notice on their butt.. u noe, i'm not tat kind of pple who look at butts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;everyone laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but in the end still the malay guy win. haiyo.. hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;then the chief veron say, the teachers look at them shake their butt until they so fascinated, mouth and eye big big, especially miss junaidah. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;another entertainment was about instructor bing-soo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;chief veron said he noe alot language all around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;at 1st i was so shock. if he really noe, he must be so charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;l0l.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;who knows.. he actually screwed my thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he only noe the basic.. and he anyhow anyhow say de -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;haiyo.. but he made everyone laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then there was also another entertainment, about titanic, tat romeo and juliet thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then instructor eyen and chang hong went up, mojo and kevin went up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kevin's cute luh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and mojo, is so WAH PIANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i think he put balloons on his chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;he really looked like a girl lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;he walked like one. he acted like one. he talked like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;omg luhs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and he uses a black jacket as hair. then anyone go near, he will swing the hand of the jacket and act like he swining his two long ponytail. damn funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;eyen and chang hong lei.. they ran to the 2nd floor of the building behind us and displayed what happened on the ship. "&lt;strong&gt;you jump i jump&lt;/strong&gt;!" tat part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hahaha.. then when asked who's the winner, mr goh said: &lt;em&gt;i prefered the natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;L O L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so mojo win. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;eyen's "boobs" were so fake anyway. he said it was plastic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after everyone performed, the instructors all performed for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it was crazy. the music was crazy. they were crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then after tat, each of them had a speech for the class they were in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and the indian guy cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;burning now! burn burn burn&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after tat, everyone went to slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i sprayed the insect repellent all over my hands and legs, only to find, i'm sweating like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha! but it's quite useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks to mingyong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day, wake up as early again.&lt;br /&gt;but no budha clap! :D&lt;br /&gt;we did cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;sze yin chosed the kayaking station. there wasn't really anything to clean.&lt;br /&gt;only bottles and dirty socks... *ewww*&lt;br /&gt;then we were asked to clean the toilet.. help other grp mah..&lt;br /&gt;in the end we stood there. did nothing except watch show..&lt;br /&gt;they clean clean clean, until water fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;then there's this fucking girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;damn bitch k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she complained: then they just stand there and do nothing lah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eh cheebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;give us something to do lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;u complain until like tat. u think we dun wan help meh? dun wan help jiu wun stand there liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;knnb. tot u v.pretty although u're plain ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;who know's u're such a slut. BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;urgh, she make me sick -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;then after tat, we walked away, and gather in a circle, saying how we all feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sze yin bought us a tidbit. i rmb, aaron ate the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;after dunno how long, we're allowed to sit back at the parade square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i showed sze yin my rashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;in the end, the ex fuhua guy poured distilled water over the rashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i felt better and not tat itchy. thanks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;then went to hall. and there was another entertainment for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;instructors, paired up by chief veron, 1pair at a time, went up to stage to dance with the given song. hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;then there was a long touching speech with sad songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;talking about the camp.. the instructor's reflections all tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;er, chief veron was talking for the whole thing luhs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;very sad. alot pple cried. sweats. i chose not to think. cos i noe if i think, my tap will be open too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;long after, we were told we cleared all stations of cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;veron said tat it's the 1st time, 1st check jiu can clear everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;she was impressed of cos (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;before that, we were given back hp all tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and after everything, photo frenzy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went back to sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and then i wen to eat with may and jean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;along walked past julian's big grp. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then after tat came along 3s4's boys, derrick, matthew they all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahs. then i say hello to derrick, royston tot i saying hi to him :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dun ask me about reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i dunno what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;all i can say is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;unity is strength&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i  hate it, when pple try to steal ur ideas. such example was that, our gatsby cheer, was kinda " stolen ". i was so pek chek. how can they steal our song. although not really copy everything, but they modified it. damn. and somemore, everyone's using that gatsby cheer :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hate pple giving attitudes, even instructors OKAY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;food there was still alright.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathing there was better than bathing in sch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dun think our class did a nice performance D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and last of all, pls, check if there's any bed bugs in ur slping bed before u slp in them. dun let the slping-bag-bugs bite; like me. ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;skipped sch today. and went for the doc. i like tat doc. cos he's good and nice and.. humorous? haha..got an mc. woohoo. i'll end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i know it's LONG. bare with it (:&lt;br /&gt;i love may &lt;3&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/19650924-5480521463992031487?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5480521463992031487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=5480521463992031487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5480521463992031487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/5480521463992031487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-blog-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-2859813390375819885</id><published>2007-06-24T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:52:09.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{dejected.somedays,she'sjustgonnaleavewiththisnewguy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somedays,she'sjustgonnafallintotheloveriver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somedays,ohjustsomedays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nobodywillknowwhatwillhappennext}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why am i feeling so sad anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fancy getting jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;getting jealous over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fancy getting jealous just cause someone is slowly snatching her away from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not really talking crap luhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, nobody will understand anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dun wanna care already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fine, i'll stop teasing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no girls can resist guys, when guys did all sorts of heart touching stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;once and for all. peace (V)&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/19650924-2859813390375819885?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2859813390375819885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=2859813390375819885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2859813390375819885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/2859813390375819885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/dejected.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-4569110906931755062</id><published>2007-06-24T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:53:38.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haven prepare for camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haven finish homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what crap is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm giving myself trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yong jun's last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saded. i didn't went to get his num..&lt;br /&gt;won't see him again i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told mich i wanna aim for helene and mow lim's num next.&lt;br /&gt;but who knows whether i will succeed?&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is as courages as Gina, who never fails in getting Morris's handphone num.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't kill me Gina, i love you. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, wanna ask yong jun to tcare! :D&lt;br /&gt;and good luck for his.. er... army? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina gina gina&lt;br /&gt;mich mich mich&lt;br /&gt;go go go...&lt;br /&gt;...camp camp camp&lt;br /&gt;:/ :/ :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mutters mutters mutters*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-4569110906931755062?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4569110906931755062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=4569110906931755062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/4569110906931755062'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rn1Wchpj3xI/AAAAAAAAAfM/VSAEdG_AM1s/s1600-h/msn+joke.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079311002812800786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rn1Wchpj3xI/AAAAAAAAAfM/VSAEdG_AM1s/s200/msn+joke.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rn1U7xpj3wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kylqmb8JFK0/s1600-h/msn+joke2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079309340660457218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rn1U7xpj3wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kylqmb8JFK0/s200/msn+joke2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-270648297552036680?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/363599820362571278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=363599820362571278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/363599820362571278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/363599820362571278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/homeworks-is-equals-to-that-u-produce.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rnzpxhpj3uI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yyjBmJhOQoo/s72-c/this+sht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8047989779634911835</id><published>2007-06-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:45:47.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, the &lt;strong&gt;FORTH&lt;/strong&gt; POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so u better scroll all the way down and start reading from the 1st post!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich, saying tat i become gina's daughter, is just gonna start from a long story.&lt;br /&gt;was going home with morris tat day when i waited for gina to fang gong.&lt;br /&gt;and then on the way, gina called me, and morris was beside me.&lt;br /&gt;then when i hand the phone to morris, his face was the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shock look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tot of lying to him&lt;/span&gt; tat it's my mom;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bluff him say my mom wan speak to him..&lt;br /&gt;so i said &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my mom wants to speak to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's why he tot i'm gina's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;it's just &lt;strong&gt;misunderstanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw morris today again:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;morris is so fair - as in the skin colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also andy. he kept smiling at me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, here to say...&lt;br /&gt;there's NOTHING going on between me and Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop asking who's shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tat applies to matong and cheryl (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's JUST PLAINLY my working friend.&lt;br /&gt;serious wor... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love shawn, just like how i love everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;and fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8047989779634911835?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8047989779634911835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8047989779634911835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8047989779634911835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8047989779634911835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-forth-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3702446376035403530</id><published>2007-06-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:10:51.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie, this is the 3rd post. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna show u all something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3O5uy-MBBk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3O5uy-MBBk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch. it won't kill.&lt;br /&gt;it's cute yet gross :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. just wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ShengXue is a &lt;em&gt;huairen&lt;/em&gt;; but i can't ask him go die.&lt;br /&gt;Because he said he's my &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt;; i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's for ShengXue :]&lt;br /&gt;cheeri0s`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-3702446376035403530?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3702446376035403530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3702446376035403530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3702446376035403530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3702446376035403530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/okie-this-is-3rd-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-3843318371389101001</id><published>2007-06-22T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:54:40.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the 2nd post. cos i suddenly rmb pics!&lt;br /&gt;i'll post them randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went Giant at IMM with mom and ah ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEixpj3tI/AAAAAAAAAes/qGpMDVXdgGQ/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078869106512617170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEixpj3tI/AAAAAAAAAes/qGpMDVXdgGQ/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEdBpj3sI/AAAAAAAAAek/JLmFI27vHc8/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078869007728369346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEdBpj3sI/AAAAAAAAAek/JLmFI27vHc8/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and inside is like tat... walao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEVBpj3rI/AAAAAAAAAec/yAn0XDdmR9c/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868870289415858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEVBpj3rI/AAAAAAAAAec/yAn0XDdmR9c/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search search search...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEHRpj3qI/AAAAAAAAAeU/a_vJ2JtjxGw/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868634066214562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEHRpj3qI/AAAAAAAAAeU/a_vJ2JtjxGw/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahhaa :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was trying out my mom's sun glasses.&lt;br /&gt;(secretly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEABpj3pI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SN6wTtQC2KQ/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868509512162962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEABpj3pI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SN6wTtQC2KQ/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dunno what my left hand is there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back from choir one day. saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvD5Bpj3oI/AAAAAAAAAeE/us2Hk1BuSPY/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868389253078658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvD5Bpj3oI/AAAAAAAAAeE/us2Hk1BuSPY/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvDwxpj3nI/AAAAAAAAAd8/j8Q-1QPEafc/s1600-h/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868247519157874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvDwxpj3nI/AAAAAAAAAd8/j8Q-1QPEafc/s320/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvDpRpj3mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/J6dT-Hp2Dvc/s1600-h/DSC00003+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868118670138978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvDpRpj3mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/J6dT-Hp2Dvc/s320/DSC00003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin tell me the wrong word! so i typed the wrong word ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bored. so i drew. ugly la.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvDIxpj3lI/AAAAAAAAAds/NkumIRVbsR8/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078867560324390482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvDIxpj3lI/AAAAAAAAAds/NkumIRVbsR8/s320/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i redrew the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvCmBpj3iI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FEmJzyZ0SII/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078866963323936290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvCmBpj3iI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FEmJzyZ0SII/s320/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvC8Bpj3kI/AAAAAAAAAdk/8yh0NpQeSgA/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078867341281058370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvC8Bpj3kI/AAAAAAAAAdk/8yh0NpQeSgA/s320/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much better ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom cooking zong zi. er, heating it. then forgot.&lt;br /&gt;then chao ta. lol...&lt;br /&gt;damn hot lor, the pot. pour water, the water boils..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvCSRpj3hI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2SnIUkPAblA/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078866624021519890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvCSRpj3hI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2SnIUkPAblA/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sizzles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugs. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvA1hpj3fI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NVdtRTaWY90/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078865030588653042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvA1hpj3fI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NVdtRTaWY90/s320/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bug is this LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvBLRpj3gI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mzufsIoOksY/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078865404250807810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvBLRpj3gI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mzufsIoOksY/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvAthpj3eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/eoIexx6TPRk/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078864893149699554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvAthpj3eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/eoIexx6TPRk/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvAnhpj3dI/AAAAAAAAAcs/71_quV6X7v0/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078864790070484434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvAnhpj3dI/AAAAAAAAAcs/71_quV6X7v0/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click the pic for bigger image. &amp; SPOT THE BABY LIZARD.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE LUHS. SO SMALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went imm one day, i duno when. and took this with gina! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvAahpj3cI/AAAAAAAAAck/pmWnqGcHffI/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078864566732185026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvAahpj3cI/AAAAAAAAAck/pmWnqGcHffI/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharlynn told me bout her neighbour's cat, walking over to the roof outside her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rnu8LRpj3bI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eN138nb5dVk/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078859906692668850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/Rnu8LRpj3bI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eN138nb5dVk/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, just ytd, she told me, the cat was dead.&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;the owner said it fell from dunno where, and fell to it's death.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;what crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end here.&lt;br /&gt;poor kitty.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/19650924-3843318371389101001?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3843318371389101001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=3843318371389101001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3843318371389101001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/3843318371389101001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-2nd-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlsBoRquC9Q/RnvEixpj3tI/AAAAAAAAAes/qGpMDVXdgGQ/s72-c/DSC00586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-493639137076937638</id><published>2007-06-22T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:07:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm here to announce that i'll be dead soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's like, so long already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i still haven complete my hwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sighs:/&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;sorry to gina, tat i can't send her home today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gina, still love me, okeh~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D:&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;sighs =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mow lim quitting. going back to m`sia to study..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;helene quitting. dun0 whys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yong jun last 2nd day. he going to rest, then gonna have his army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;walao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why like tat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and where's hui li...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nvr get to see her.. only see li ping :/&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;AH. It's gonna be end of the world.&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;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tohjinghui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when did u saw me?!&lt;br /&gt;why didn't call me!!! O_o&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;reply tags-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mic: hahas. yepp yepp. but mow lim says mac looks fun. eeeee, we go back next week lei.. to see mowlim... if not cannot get to see him again ler.. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gina: haha. yay, i love u too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ks: hahas. thanks. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;evon: of cos i rmb luhs! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tohjinghui: yepp i cut my hair. damn short rite. haha... where u saw me!!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-493639137076937638?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/493639137076937638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=493639137076937638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/493639137076937638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/493639137076937638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-here-to-announce-that-ill-be-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19650924.post-8000663352348497822</id><published>2007-06-21T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:42:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gina and mich held conversation on the phone and on msn today.&lt;br /&gt;it was real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gina's gonna love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm gonna make my way down to imm to fetch her after her work.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw evon today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna pia hwork.&lt;br /&gt;found out tat i had so much to do!&lt;br /&gt;it's like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMGOODNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&amp;* ttl.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awhs.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Bowling For Soup.&lt;br /&gt;his songs &lt;em&gt;rocks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ks! i get to dl his songs!&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19650924-8000663352348497822?l=smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8000663352348497822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19650924&amp;postID=8000663352348497822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8000663352348497822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19650924/posts/default/8000663352348497822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilezangel-de-memories.blogspot.com/2007/06/gina-and-mich-held-conversation-on.html' title=''/><author><name>qinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05091866882069588653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
