<?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-27925584</id><updated>2011-06-30T00:07:08.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of you running wild..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27925584.post-1724783251478817992</id><published>2007-11-19T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:53:48.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training with the girls at punggol again!&lt;br /&gt;although it was only a short while, but at least i moved my butt! HAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;before that, lunched with bran, mab, danny, xy and zhihao at jupiter. its been so long since we last ate there! expectantly, the service was still as slow.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, mab and i actually thought we were late for training and so we decided to cab down. and that blur sotong, hit her head while going into the cab lah. AHAHAHAHAHA. i swear, i was laughing like hell. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;oh, daddy drove us to SPC after dinner today! finally load the fridge up with ice cream. ((:&lt;br /&gt;off for tv now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siq- hahah! and you slept till 9pm lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-1724783251478817992?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/1724783251478817992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=1724783251478817992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1724783251478817992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1724783251478817992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/11/training-with-girls-at-punggol-again.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-2576705364372051547</id><published>2007-11-18T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:57:29.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to spend quality time today. with mmprint that is, but the rain isn't helping. you know, its the best time to sleep when its raining. so cooling, dark- best. &lt;br /&gt;I think i might/will take a nap first. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-2576705364372051547?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/2576705364372051547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=2576705364372051547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2576705364372051547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2576705364372051547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-spend-quality-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-4501224668972743873</id><published>2007-11-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:31:37.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello friends! &lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm back to blogging. hopefully. (:&lt;br /&gt;dinner + chit chat with ter and ky just now. &lt;br /&gt;but thats not really the point of blogging today.&lt;br /&gt; -------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Video+News/Singapore/STIVodcast_3050.html?playid=3050&amp;type=Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it.&lt;br /&gt;This ********** uncle. To think he knocked uncle alex down, and all you are thinking of is to end the case earlier so you can go overseas for hoildays?! what the hell lah! and the maximum jail term is 2 years, or a maximum fine of $1000, or both. Even after you took a life?! and you don't even feel remorseful. &lt;br /&gt;i know it doesn't matter anymore. Like what yi zhang said, whats the point anyway, not like you can bring him back to life. Still, its not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i have many assignments due soon. apparently i have not really started on anything. and i suddenly remembered that i have yet to do this week's mmprint online lectures. i think i'll do it later or this week's summariser gonna come after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term break's coming soon! i thought school just started not long ago lah. hahah. but before holiday's here, there are still assigments to be completed. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-4501224668972743873?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/4501224668972743873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=4501224668972743873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4501224668972743873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4501224668972743873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-friends-yes-im-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-8433358768866794701</id><published>2007-08-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:19:26.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinner at Tung Lok restaurant just now. &lt;br /&gt;damn expensive leh! there were only 9 of us and the bill came up to $700 plus. siao. anyway, it was grandma and granddad treat to celebrate the august babies. AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i bake a cake for the birthday babies! but it was a tinge too sweet, because of the blueberry jam but besides that, its stil okay!! AAHAHAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;my weekend just passed unknowingly. which means i have to make it up during the week. shit.&lt;br /&gt;class at 9am tmr, nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT- no, you are still laxier than me.&lt;br /&gt;asiq- when i went out with you, you were influenced by my hardworking-ness. but ever since then, you have been passing me your laziness vibes. AHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ray- siao arh you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-8433358768866794701?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/8433358768866794701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=8433358768866794701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/8433358768866794701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/8433358768866794701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/08/dinner-at-tung-lok-restaurant-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-5826067087179161222</id><published>2007-08-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:01:48.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clique gathering at pat's house was fun just now. &lt;br /&gt;mahjong-ed. tv-ed. dota-ed. dinner-ed. CS-ed.  &lt;br /&gt;but it just didn't feel right. must be the moodswings. LOL. anyway, &lt;br /&gt;full on nonsense today. i don't know why too.&lt;br /&gt;but it was still nice, at least, it got me distracted somehow. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-5826067087179161222?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/5826067087179161222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=5826067087179161222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5826067087179161222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5826067087179161222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/08/clique-gathering-at-pats-house-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-6978327497287140509</id><published>2007-08-08T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:46:18.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, i just wasn't thinking then. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three more assignments to go. all due on friday, this friday. and i don't even have any idea for the poster and advertorial. shit.&lt;br /&gt;Marketing presentation next week! and thanks to er,whatever, our weekend will be burnt again. trying to do out a marketing plan again- in presentation form. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;media and society's presentation later! and we are the lucky No. 1. damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asiq- more like is you who sparked off my laziness lah. now, i'm like damn lazy, thanks to Nor Asiq. so everybody, its asiq's fault! and you shall help me pay for my university fees for i will fail to get my scholarship. thanks asiq, that would be $25, 000. &lt;br /&gt;DT- don't any-o-how say hor. btw, you are even lazier. AND STOP SKIPPING CLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;Ray- its okay, you don't get it. AHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ter- yah. good enough to pass time. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-6978327497287140509?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/6978327497287140509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=6978327497287140509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/6978327497287140509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/6978327497287140509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sorry-i-just-wasnt-thinking-then.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-8593994172230101181</id><published>2007-08-01T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:37:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promise mabel i will update tonight. &lt;br /&gt;we had journalism yesterday, and its so boring. Therefore, we found something to entertain ourselves. and i swear mabel was laughing so hard that the people infront of us keeping turning back. i even had to ask her to stop laughing lah.so this is what we did, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RrB-riD3hlI/AAAAAAAAADc/RObKhBGiskI/s1600-h/SLEVVAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RrB-riD3hlI/AAAAAAAAADc/RObKhBGiskI/s320/SLEVVAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093710464898532946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that made her laugh was this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RrB_iyD3hmI/AAAAAAAAADk/UX3uQxykSjE/s1600-h/Untitledselv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RrB_iyD3hmI/AAAAAAAAADk/UX3uQxykSjE/s320/Untitledselv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093711414086305378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't get it, its okay. AHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT- there, i update.&lt;br /&gt;mabel- hahaahaha. i got the pictures up now.&lt;br /&gt;asiq- what ass! you lazy bum. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-8593994172230101181?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/8593994172230101181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=8593994172230101181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/8593994172230101181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/8593994172230101181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-promise-mabel-i-will-update-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RrB-riD3hlI/AAAAAAAAADc/RObKhBGiskI/s72-c/SLEVVAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27925584.post-955354620875753863</id><published>2007-07-25T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:12:31.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>marketing plan's done. yes, thats good. except that its not as good as other. talking about this, i am fuming now.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING, ESPECIALLY IF THIS IS A GROUPWORK.&lt;br /&gt;right, i'll just leave it as that. &lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Haven't being blogging recently. &lt;br /&gt;1.I'm lazy. &lt;br /&gt;2.I have two big projects due this week.&lt;br /&gt;3.I'm pure lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having marketing lecture now and mabel's not here because she has to finish up her project which is due TODAY. the toot. HAHAHAHAHAH. she wasn't even here during ess gra BECAUSE SHE WAS BUSY GIVING OUT APPLES FOR tpsu. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be good and listen to lecture now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray+yh- =.-&lt;br /&gt;DT- diao.&lt;br /&gt;zhaomin- haha. okay. see you on thursday then.&lt;br /&gt;xun- what. is joy to you i guess. don't anyohow say. LOL. sabo king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-955354620875753863?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/955354620875753863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=955354620875753863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/955354620875753863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/955354620875753863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/marketing-plans-done.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-276945972118997814</id><published>2007-07-16T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:37:49.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long long time since i last blog. aahahaha! have been really busy last week. &lt;br /&gt;Last week:&lt;br /&gt;had marketing journals due on wednesday.so i burnt my tuesday night just to complete 3 journals.brochure on friday. which i rush through it on thursday night and i was finally done at 4:30 am in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: &lt;br /&gt;class outing, harry potter movie @ cathay. movie wasn't really very good. wasn't really a beginning or ending. but company was great. ahahahahaha. kudos danny! he's always the guy planning. didn't really managed to take much photos. this is all i have. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonas and kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptrjwRGWbI/AAAAAAAAACM/hvHCmUhGNKI/s1600-h/HPIM1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptrjwRGWbI/AAAAAAAAACM/hvHCmUhGNKI/s320/HPIM1333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087778466041321906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptsygRGWcI/AAAAAAAAACU/GnawRMdZI7g/s1600-h/HPIM1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptsygRGWcI/AAAAAAAAACU/GnawRMdZI7g/s320/HPIM1334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087779818956020162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RpttUwRGWdI/AAAAAAAAACc/g8LPuKihr5s/s1600-h/HPIM1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RpttUwRGWdI/AAAAAAAAACc/g8LPuKihr5s/s320/HPIM1337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087780407366539730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still more photos in bailin's mac. so, till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;lunch at jupiter cafe with adam and darren. they really are one of the best groups i have work with. &lt;br /&gt;adam, you really are of the best team mates around. always making sure our projects are done.&lt;br /&gt;darren, you disgusting boy. always farting! and btw, you fart 5 times last friday during GDF. =.- but project work always is fun with you around. all the scandals we discovered today. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;TO THE BOYS: we did it for journalism! all the projects, we did it ourselves. cheers, the TRIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptvTQRGWeI/AAAAAAAAACk/yWjmu6RAxqU/s1600-h/Photo+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptvTQRGWeI/AAAAAAAAACk/yWjmu6RAxqU/s320/Photo+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087782580619991522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at journalism, presentation was so boring, that we started taking photos with adam's mac. until selvan asked us to not use laptop during class. ahahahaaah!&lt;br /&gt;photos, before and during journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptwUwRGWfI/AAAAAAAAACs/wAu5gB0RwaY/s1600-h/Photo+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptwUwRGWfI/AAAAAAAAACs/wAu5gB0RwaY/s320/Photo+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087783705901423090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariam &amp; gus, the irritating senior who always disturbs me. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptwlwRGWgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6FweCU9Bi70/s1600-h/Photo+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptwlwRGWgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6FweCU9Bi70/s320/Photo+149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087783997959199234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren trying to show off. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rptw6wRGWhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f1sdfiFoBb4/s1600-h/Photo+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rptw6wRGWhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f1sdfiFoBb4/s320/Photo+150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087784358736452114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam, one of the best buds in class. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptxLgRGWiI/AAAAAAAAADE/eCE5qR73rv0/s1600-h/Photo+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptxLgRGWiI/AAAAAAAAADE/eCE5qR73rv0/s320/Photo+156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087784646499260962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptxcARGWjI/AAAAAAAAADM/wqB1mUPBCtU/s1600-h/Photo+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptxcARGWjI/AAAAAAAAADM/wqB1mUPBCtU/s320/Photo+159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087784929967102514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptyNgRGWkI/AAAAAAAAADU/iMxzZQvK8RQ/s1600-h/Photo+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptyNgRGWkI/AAAAAAAAADU/iMxzZQvK8RQ/s320/Photo+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087785780370627138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-276945972118997814?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/276945972118997814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=276945972118997814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/276945972118997814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/276945972118997814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-long-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RptrjwRGWbI/AAAAAAAAACM/hvHCmUhGNKI/s72-c/HPIM1333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27925584.post-5850995396605285194</id><published>2007-07-09T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:04:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Federer won his Fifth Wimbledon Title. although i don't watch tennis so often. and i'm not a die hard fan of tennis.i don't watch the whole process, but part of it is good enough. (the power of Prime Time Morning.) ahahahaha. but yesterday's match was really nice! should have seen the fight Nadal put up. he went for most of the balls and he really gave his all. Federer was good too. as always. (: &lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be listening in lecture now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-5850995396605285194?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/5850995396605285194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=5850995396605285194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5850995396605285194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5850995396605285194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/federer-won-his-fifth-wimbledon-title.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-3311407899372162165</id><published>2007-07-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:46:26.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a worthwhile talk. at least the air is half cleared, i hoped. i appreciate what you have done for the past few years.if it wasn't for you i would have died somewhere along the road. i'm sorry it took me so long to tell you all this, and i know this came late. it doesn't matter what you see me now, but you do get my point. you said what you truely feel, and its a fact that i drag you down with me. things changed from where we left off,and we are no longer what we were. i admit, its solely my fault. you could have gone further. you agreed. the point is, nothing more. i still hold to my last promise, that my phone's will always be there. friends/besties/ what-so-ever. it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;on a different note,its a nice feeling of getting an old friend back. its was my fault for getting so angry over small petty issues. i don't know why it bothered me so much. but its something i couldn't face. i'm sorry for not being there with you when things were not positive on your side. i'm sorry for leaving without saying why. its really nice that we are getting back on track, but it will be hard to get back to where we were. whatever it is, lets put it all behind, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this post isn't emo. but today, friends was the main topic after much discussion.so much for a true friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-3311407899372162165?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/3311407899372162165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=3311407899372162165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3311407899372162165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3311407899372162165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-has-been-worthwhile-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-814699432639401754</id><published>2007-07-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:58:49.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my ipod earpiece is spoil. SIAN. and i don't have any extra earpiece. luckily one side is still working. stupid ipod, just got it fix recently, and now the earpiece died on me. money sucker. =.-&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE YET TO START ON MY MARKETING JOURNALS WHICH IS DUE ON WEDNESDAY. lets die together mabel. (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;today's fun. you know, you know. you get my point, sh. &lt;br /&gt;stupid blogger, the colour thing hasn't been appearing for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking in a different direction now, and i hope you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-814699432639401754?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/814699432639401754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=814699432639401754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/814699432639401754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/814699432639401754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-ipod-earpiece-is-spoil.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-7442088583966694016</id><published>2007-07-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:35:40.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting worried for you. &lt;br /&gt;please, sleep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT- who was the lame-est in the beginning!!&lt;br /&gt;yh- diao.&lt;br /&gt;ter- huh, what you talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-7442088583966694016?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/7442088583966694016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=7442088583966694016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/7442088583966694016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/7442088583966694016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-getting-worried-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-1624109630827421947</id><published>2007-07-03T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:23:16.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in the library now.&lt;br /&gt;brandon sitting in front of me and danny is sitting two seats away from brandon and the both of them are playing with the msn video call!!!! =.- and the two of them are video-calling each other now, and brandon's waving and laughing at his own camera. funny people. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;adam just asked me something. ahahhaha. i hope you get my point now. LOL.is not that ________ just that_______. you know la.((:&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to come up with something concrete for my poster design which is due on friday. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANNY, STOP CALLING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-1624109630827421947?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/1624109630827421947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=1624109630827421947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1624109630827421947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1624109630827421947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-in-library-now.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-2851968999111061078</id><published>2007-07-02T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:40:55.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;media and society lecture now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mabel and i have been yawning for the past 1 hour. sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and we're having ASS-ACHE now! ohmytian.--&gt;mabel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(tell them we are going jupiter cafe again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we are going jupiter cafe for the 5th time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YAY, lecture's over. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-2851968999111061078?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/2851968999111061078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=2851968999111061078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2851968999111061078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2851968999111061078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/media-and-society-lecture-now.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-2007507937528061035</id><published>2007-07-01T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:36:34.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;kill me, kill me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i'm trying to do my work now, but i lack the discipline too. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i have an advertisment poster due this friday at 5pm, and i have to go to the lab to use the stupid software. which leaves me only tuesday or friday morning to go to the lab, which means i have to come out with the design by tmr. which means i got to start thinking now. but the problem is, i don't even know which product i want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;then i thought i could have start with my marketing journal first. but when i read weixun's journal, i lost the mood la. the standard's so high la. shit. and i have to do 4 entries la. and i forgot who told me that if you blog often, writing journals should be okay la. wa lao, it is two different things lor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;any-o-way, mabel and i are kind of on the same boat. AHAHAHAHAHA. so we shall just hug each other and cry while the boat sinks. LOL. cheers to our Bs and Cs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i shall go back to my marketing journals for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-2007507937528061035?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/2007507937528061035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=2007507937528061035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2007507937528061035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2007507937528061035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/07/kill-me-kill-me-im-trying-to-do-my-work.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-1324697930003390901</id><published>2007-06-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:40:19.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i don't know why but it seems like i never have enough of sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i slept for 11 hours yesterday night but i'm so sleepy now already. =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so, i shall go sleep soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dt- LOL. okay oaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;adam- very funny, adam. =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-1324697930003390901?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/1324697930003390901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=1324697930003390901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1324697930003390901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1324697930003390901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-know-why-but-it-seems-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-5503736563018130877</id><published>2007-06-27T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:33:06.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;KILL ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i got C for marketing journal. wah lao. wasted my efforts on it. but surprisingly, entries that i spent lesser time on it was better than those i did research on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;moral of the story: slip shot work is good enough. : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and i got and A for journalism term test! so i &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; journalism now. aahahaha! ya right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so many assignments due every week starting from next week all the way to study week. SIAN. and majority of the assignments require essay form of writing la.. DOUBLE SIAN. and and i got essential graphic skill test soon but i don't know anything about softwares! TRIPLE SIAN. and its not that i don't listen in class or what hor. yongkk going to arrow me again tmr because i have tutorial la! can't wait for next semester where we do photography! just take the camera and click click. heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;all in all, school's still fun because lectures are fun with mabel and her pinball. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-5503736563018130877?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/5503736563018130877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=5503736563018130877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5503736563018130877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5503736563018130877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/kill-me-i-got-c-for-marketing-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-3635086927892925886</id><published>2007-06-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:03:42.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ROFL. i swear i'm laughing till my stomach's aching. the point is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BRO'S ASKING ME TO TEACH HIM TO FOLD THE PAPER STARS!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and he's blushing as i taught him la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; really change a person's heart. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-3635086927892925886?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/3635086927892925886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=3635086927892925886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3635086927892925886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3635086927892925886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/rofl.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-2031532112666247700</id><published>2007-06-21T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:45:32.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;been too lazy to update on the honkong trip and sentosa outing, but i promise i'll blog about it soon. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i realised i have been un-contactable for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.something's wrong with my phone. i just charge it in the morning and the battery's dead in the night. can't be bothered to charge it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2.i'm staying at my aunt's house for the past few days, as my house is in a horrible mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3.i haven't been going online until today due to the fact that i was glued to the tv watching some drama with my cousins. ahahahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;extreme makeover: home edition II was good. the show's so touching la. and its so amazing!!! just be looking at the way they make a dinosaur bed from from pieces of woods its like ,woah already la! aiya, its such a long story. ahahahahah! mabel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so my cousins and family are all at malaysia for a one day shopping. which means, i'm alone now. and there's nothing on tv. and i just don't feel like touching my assignments yet. and i'm too lazy to go out or go back home and see how things are as i don't want to walk so far out due to the fact that my aunt house is so inside that it would take me ages to walk out to the bus stop. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm so dead when school reopen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. i haven't got started on my med soc assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. i don't know what else i have to do beside med soc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. i don't know whats going on for ess gra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. i have lost touch with all of school's stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its augustine's bdday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHIT YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he just lied that its his birthday because he wanted me to help him download a song. that jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ph- stop your kkb thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jamysic- hello shijing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ter- yes, i'm back ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sh- hahahah. and its change to friday and ms teoh's not going. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siq- helloo. yes, its repaired!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dt- ahahha. okay la, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-2031532112666247700?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/2031532112666247700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=2031532112666247700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2031532112666247700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2031532112666247700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-too-lazy-to-update-on-honkong-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-5421868590127275864</id><published>2007-06-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:51:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i just spent the whole afternoon packing up my room and it is still in a mess. ahahhaha. but at least i'm half way done and my bro haven't started packing!! wahahahhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ohh! an accident just happened! some car knocked into the other. its always that main road where accidents occur frequently. there was once some stupid guy rammed his car from across the street, went over the divider and into the wall of the condo. so eh, stupid. ray was riding past and saw it and he msg me, eh there's an accident at your place huh. hahahahahaha! my grandma went down to kpo kpo abit la. ahhahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i want to watch deal or no deal! now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-5421868590127275864?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/5421868590127275864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=5421868590127275864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5421868590127275864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5421868590127275864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-spent-whole-afternoon-packing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-1061572369653752573</id><published>2007-06-12T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:02:18.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i got my ipod fixed! and it costed me only $85. wahahahahah! and i thought it was beyond repair la. stupid apple, not being customer friendly. they told me that if i want to repair my ipod they will only replace one for me at a price thats only 5% cheaper then the retail price. plus, they only replace the eariler generation not the newer one. =.- and they refuse to fix it for me saying they don't offer such service. but i still got it fixed at sim lim. ahahahah! its the best place to shop man! all the offers so tempting la. even if you don't really need it but you just feel like buying it. ahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sentosa outing today. photos and update on another day. i'm too tired now to even think of what to blog properly. pardon, my language for today. it just don't sound like me today. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;talking to ter+pc+ray+danny+sh now. got to get back to their conversation before they start complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;danny-shhhhh. we didn't say anything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yh- lol!! i haven't say anything yet. ahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sh- red nicer! its the unique selling point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ph/kuku bird- i like the song la "kuku bird" :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-1061572369653752573?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/1061572369653752573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=1061572369653752573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1061572369653752573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/1061572369653752573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-got-my-ipod-fixed-and-it-costed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-2946489326596636496</id><published>2007-06-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:48:12.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just spent my day today unknownly. ahahahahaha. like, huh, its night time already. hahaha. and i'm waiting for american next top model to start and time is passing so slowly. =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lots of things need to be done by next week. got to get my ipod and specs fixed tmr, sentosa outing on tuesday, netball gathering on thursday and i'm flying off on friday. &lt;em&gt;which means&lt;/em&gt; i only left wednesday to pack everything and clear my entire room. ahhhhh! &lt;em&gt;which means&lt;/em&gt; i got to finish all my assignments by next week &lt;em&gt;which means&lt;/em&gt; i can't take my time to slowly think and breeze through my assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;danny- huh. what? i didn't say anything yet leh. don't sabo seh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yh- wahhahahahaha. why you so nervous? LOLOLOLOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-2946489326596636496?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/2946489326596636496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=2946489326596636496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2946489326596636496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2946489326596636496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-spent-my-day-today-unknownly.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-764104948795845338</id><published>2007-06-09T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:22:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;had essential graphic tutorial yesterday. right after journalism term test. yongkk such a wet blanket la. haha, but he tired squeezing everything within 2 hours. still, i didn't understand much. ahahahahahaha. yongkk arrow-ed me again la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;met up with deb, pat and ter before heading to compass where ph and sh were waiting for us. i think we took awhile before reaching cp and the two of them almost died of boredem. ahaahahahaha! anyway, had kfc for lunch then walked around cp. we stayed there from 2-6:30 la! oh, sh bought the same laptop case as mine but she took opposite colour of mine. wa lao, red is nicer sh! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we wandered around cp and went to buy b.tea before going to skcc to find amanda they all. met some guys at the b.tea stall, and sh look at me and said shit. i almost laughed la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;went to skcc and started chit-chatting with the group of girls. seriously, i can't digest it all. its so, unbelievable. anyway,danny, your favourite teacher mrs gan's pregnant. hahaahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;daddy's coming home tmr!! gonna tell him what i have done and start complaining how good for nothing my bro and mum is. and i did the laundry! finally know how to use the washing machine and dryer la. wahahahahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;off for my conversation to ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;danny- huh, what are you all talking about? forget about what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ray- diao! anyway, congrats on your laptop. wahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sh- actually, it could be fate you know. ahahahahahahahah!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;shijing-helloooo!!!! take care of your skin la! see you on tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-764104948795845338?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/764104948795845338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=764104948795845338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/764104948795845338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/764104948795845338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/had-essential-graphic-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-3587462136657064619</id><published>2007-06-07T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:13:49.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i hate it when i caught the flu bug. its so hard trying to go to sleep when you can't breathe la. ahahahah.but the good thing is that i have been spending the past few days lazing at home. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;daddy's overseas again. but this time he's at japan. no fair, he said he will bring me there the next time he goes to japan. hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;danny- ahahahahah. no fair, your's papers over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sh- heheheh. so sorry. : p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-3587462136657064619?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/3587462136657064619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=3587462136657064619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3587462136657064619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3587462136657064619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-it-when-i-caught-flu-bug.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-4767857277798274355</id><published>2007-05-31T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:37:50.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rushed to school yesterday, thinking i was late only to realise there wasn't any marketing lecture as our lecturer wasn't around. =.-&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with sh and yh at business park. but only sh ate as i wasn't feeling hungry. ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;media and society was eh, ok. did project work as usual but 3 of our member didn't come. =.- faseha joined melissa and i instead. and we somehow managed to complete our task in time. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;this what we have been doing in class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl586kxhl6I/AAAAAAAAABY/VZ0ExNfYrr4/s1600-h/521494152_6e9ed43b7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070627576211412898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl586kxhl6I/AAAAAAAAABY/VZ0ExNfYrr4/s320/521494152_6e9ed43b7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58uExhl5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9ZHhHJ1Avz8/s1600-h/521530245_5ddb006b5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070627361463048082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58uExhl5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9ZHhHJ1Avz8/s320/521530245_5ddb006b5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58okxhl4I/AAAAAAAAABI/qWXU031j3cw/s1600-h/521530243_29d789e034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070627266973767554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58okxhl4I/AAAAAAAAABI/qWXU031j3cw/s320/521530243_29d789e034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58jUxhl3I/AAAAAAAAABA/TPccX4hz9uw/s1600-h/521530237_c881d5fc49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070627176779454322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58jUxhl3I/AAAAAAAAABA/TPccX4hz9uw/s320/521530237_c881d5fc49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58cUxhl2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8QB2xIq9vU0/s1600-h/521494164_76a45e6e6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070627056520370018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58cUxhl2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8QB2xIq9vU0/s320/521494164_76a45e6e6d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58Okxhl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mx5YcmjFgd4/s1600-h/521494162_7a295bee15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070626820297168722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl58Okxhl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mx5YcmjFgd4/s320/521494162_7a295bee15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the only plus point for macbook. ahahahahaa. and cliffy didn't even realised for the entire time. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;jared- hello! btw, your three day is up. ahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ter-hahahaha. we all had fun at shijing house la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;danny-LOL. i very xiao qi one lor. ahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-4767857277798274355?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/4767857277798274355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=4767857277798274355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4767857277798274355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4767857277798274355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/rushed-to-school-yesterday-thinking-i.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rl586kxhl6I/AAAAAAAAABY/VZ0ExNfYrr4/s72-c/521494152_6e9ed43b7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27925584.post-5776103704440892003</id><published>2007-05-30T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:12:25.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;its james chen last day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yay, in a way. his tutorials are some what unneccessary. ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i'm tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;off for bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;DT- alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yh- yes, thats me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ray- pinch me and i'll punch you. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sh- diao. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-5776103704440892003?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/5776103704440892003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=5776103704440892003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5776103704440892003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5776103704440892003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-james-chen-last-day-today_30.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-3897759394336389458</id><published>2007-05-27T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:37:51.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rlh0N0xhl0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/nTEmF2iJr3A/s1600-h/(+edited+).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068929161458980674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rlh0N0xhl0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/nTEmF2iJr3A/s320/(+edited+).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss those times; and i don't mind living in the past again. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;daddy's coming home from Barcelona later! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;btw, my dad rocks, and he's the best dad and child could have. ((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RlhzyUxhlzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DtlfpkgAtMM/s1600-h/australia+trip%2706+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068928689012578098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RlhzyUxhlzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DtlfpkgAtMM/s320/australia+trip%2706+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSEsyHjE8L0/RlhwuUxhlxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F0b6XvL1MiE/s1600-h/img004(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-3897759394336389458?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/3897759394336389458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=3897759394336389458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3897759394336389458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3897759394336389458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-those-times-and-i-dont-mind_27.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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/_jSEsyHjE8L0/Rlh0N0xhl0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/nTEmF2iJr3A/s72-c/(+edited+).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27925584.post-4571618286247108784</id><published>2007-05-24T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:23:06.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i'm done with logo already!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU JARED AND WEIXUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; see, i caplock it,made it big and even changed the colour ok!! but anyway, thank you guys! guys are still better at softwares. ahahahahaha. i promise, jared, i will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; punch you for the next &lt;strong&gt;THREE WORKING DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;. heheheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so faseha, justin, weixun, jared and myself stayed back after ESG to do our logo. and we managed to rush our logos out!! got it printed then off for lunch at 2 plus! anyway, yongkk today keeping arrow-ing me la. ever since after the second break he was been asking me all the questions la. including &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS A PENCIL TOOL AND PAINT BRUSH TOOL USED FOR&lt;/strong&gt;. wah lao. thankfully i know what are those tools la. but i'm still lousy at softwares. i want illustrator adam!!! then i'll start doodling with illustrator and be as pro as jared! wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;went to the library after lunch. waited for debb then headed to cp to meet pat and we played some photo hunt game on pat's laptop which is so toot la. "we were like, chey.wa lao! so small how to see? got difference in size meh" but we still had fun together! saw ms siow at the food court too. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;weixun's irritating me now, but i shall be nice today. arrggh, SABO KING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dt:HAHAHAHAH. ok. saturday will be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ryn: LOL. will do la. thats like almost 50% of my marks la. ahahahaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-4571618286247108784?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/4571618286247108784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=4571618286247108784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4571618286247108784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4571618286247108784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-done-with-logo-already-big-thank-you_24.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-6281891504646707621</id><published>2007-05-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:13:45.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jounals and proposal done+ handed up. ahahahah! SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;logo design's killing me. i'll been like drawing for the past 2 hours, but all of them look.., weird. i think. but for a beginner its OKAY already ok!&lt;br /&gt;journalism and marketing proposal due next week. AHHHHHHHH. and i only have sunday left. damn. but saturday will be fun. ((:&lt;br /&gt;tmr after ESG, gonna scan in my logo, illustrator-ing it, and PRINT! TA DA!! my first logo ok! i want a B pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;ohh! and i just realised i only have 2 subject tested rather then 3. heheheh. and i'll have enough time to mugg. i hope. ahahahahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabel- ahahahahaha. ok la! i want to sit in class with you again!&lt;br /&gt;DT- LOL. you also take care la. and do your work ok! this time round cannot don't hand up already. ahahahaah!&lt;br /&gt;adam- ADDAMMMMMMMM!!!! thank you buddy, i got a littleeeeee inspiration for my logo already. ahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;jamysic- ahahahaha! ok! this saturday!&lt;br /&gt;ray- HELLOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;gus- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. next year is my turn lor. but your marketing analysis is KILLING you. : P ohh, and i'm done with your journals. you want it back. ((:&lt;br /&gt;ter- LOL. okok, and i'm talking to you now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-6281891504646707621?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/6281891504646707621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=6281891504646707621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/6281891504646707621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/6281891504646707621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/jounals-and-proposal-done-handed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-8712947817383701196</id><published>2007-05-20T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:42:55.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;just finished writing my proposal for media and society. seriously think its so impossible to write a four page long letter just based on the points i wrote in my proposal. and i pray its not out of point, its really so hard to think of a topic that you can include in theories you have learnt. AHHHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i still have 2 marketing journals to be completed. and the most irritating thing is that i spent more than 3 hours on one journal but mabel did it in 30 mins!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! but, i'm satisfied with my work. just give me a B pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i have yet to touched my logo design which is due on friday! inspiration pleaseeeeeeeeeeee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;on a lighter note, CMM students only have 3 subjects tested for mid term! wahahahahahaha. so after these few weeks, things would get better. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ohhh! and i'm going hongkong in june! yay!! whats more, when i get back, i'm going to my aunt house to stay for a week. ahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;going to start abit on my journal before i go for dinner! later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-8712947817383701196?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/8712947817383701196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=8712947817383701196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/8712947817383701196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/8712947817383701196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-finished-writing-my-proposal-for.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-2966068230408368766</id><published>2007-05-18T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:13:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;had GDF in the morning today. lessons was shifted to the morning session due to CCN day. and the thing is, we didn't have classroom for lessons! so we had class at those open study tables la!&lt;br /&gt;CCN day in the afternoon. my class did some popcorn thing which really taste horrible because it is salty mircowave oven type. yucks. but we still did it somehow by selling the whole pack of un-pop popcorn to someone. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;augustine that old great grand uncle was performing with his band too and i just miss the entire thing la! ahahhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;went for family dinner just now. and we didn't had dessert today! so my dad and i drove to 717 and buy durian puffs. wanted to buy durian la but that guy there was saying something about injecting chemicals in this batch of durian so he asked us not to buy. and i had chocolate cake instead. advantages of following my dad. ahahhahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead-beat now. having less then 8 hours a day of sleep. and i'm so tired. gus, is yawning at me now making me more sleep la. and he said i was a louya pok la! you old great grand uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh- =.-&lt;br /&gt;mabel- i just realised my deadline for logo is on friday too!!!&lt;br /&gt;adam- lol. you will be able to finish it in time la.&lt;br /&gt;jamysic- i don't think i'm going this sunday la. alot of things to do!!!!! i promise we shall meet again in june ok!&lt;br /&gt;faseha- crazy girl! "wooo, she's going home with me tonight" ahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;asiq- what dash dash?&lt;br /&gt;xueyuan- hello hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-2966068230408368766?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/2966068230408368766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=2966068230408368766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2966068230408368766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/2966068230408368766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/had-gdf-in-morning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-914001102319461288</id><published>2007-05-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:20:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i'm in the midest of printing my notes for marketing lecture tmr and i don't know i can't get the slides align! AARRGGHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't gotten any inspiration for my logo design and my marketing journal which are due on monday!&lt;br /&gt;oh and i finally got to sit with mabel during lecture yesterday. FINALLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;printing's done. i'm off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-914001102319461288?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/914001102319461288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=914001102319461288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/914001102319461288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/914001102319461288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-in-midest-of-printing-my-notes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-3362560550666606063</id><published>2007-05-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:07:25.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;FINALLY! just finished doing my story proposal. yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;actually wanted to do some write up on gus, but i forgot we couldn't do feature writing! luckily adam reminded me. wahahahaha! and he was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to help me throughout the whole process! see adam, i just told everyone that you are nice ok! ahahah. i'm joking. he is nice la. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU BUDDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you do need someone's help please dial 9657****. wahahahahah! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he requested for his number to be posted la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;on a different note, today's mother's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;happy mother's day, mummy. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;whatever it may be, you are forever in my heart.&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/27925584-3362560550666606063?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/3362560550666606063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=3362560550666606063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3362560550666606063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3362560550666606063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-just-finished-doing-my-story.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-4711449515213975238</id><published>2007-05-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:03:39.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;had school till 6 yesterday. but it ended early. wahahahaha! met up with danny and bingjian before going flavours to wait for levon, brandon and jonas. the guys had dinner there and kit kat ice cream!! danny bought the ice cream first la, and brandon couldn't resist the temptation, so he bought one too! he was so damn funny la. slowly enjoying his ice cream and his whole mouth had chocolate!! wahahahaha! met up with ky at the busstop and we all took 27 together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ohhh! danny told me about this indian guy whose turban got hit by the rear window of a bus. and all of us started laughing la. i know, i AM mean. wahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and, i forgot to blog about this yesterday. DANNY ACTUALLY FILE UP HIS NOTES! the sun actually rise from the west. ahahahaha. ok la, i'm mean. but i'm really surprise la. danny actually put in effort in his work. good job, danny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;going to accompany my dad to forum later! and its shopping again. heheheh. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;danny- i blogged about it already! thank me ok, i help portray the hardworking side of you. ahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shijing- ahahahahah. really? do a new one then. ohh, and i miss you! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pc- and i thought who say he won't come to tag? ahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-4711449515213975238?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/4711449515213975238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=4711449515213975238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4711449515213975238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4711449515213975238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/had-school-till-6-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-3778888217439317980</id><published>2007-05-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:15:41.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;was so tired yesterday then i didn't even bothered to blog. ahahahaha. but its normal la. heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway, today was a short day.and we only had ESG and it was so funny. not that i was good but i suck badly! ahahhahaha! wei xun was laughing at my piglet at the end of the lecture la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lunch with classmates before meeting terence and danny. went to the library,then to the IT lab then back to the library again. and danny lend me his laptop while he went for as tutorial. thanks buddy! waited for danny and debbie to end school before heading home. xy and char had some trials thing so they didn't went home with us. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GDF tmr from 2-6. shit, drawing again. but i'm going home with jonas!!! he's gonna wait for me. wahahahaha. buddy buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;its gonna be week 4, i got to get my work going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ky: yes, i did update,finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DT: thank you buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jared: i didn't mean it! i'll just stick to punching next time. ahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;esmond: HELLO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-3778888217439317980?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/3778888217439317980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=3778888217439317980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3778888217439317980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/3778888217439317980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/was-so-tired-yesterday-then-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-7996559028562523058</id><published>2007-05-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:29:47.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its the&lt;strong&gt; third&lt;/strong&gt; week of school already! so fast. and work has been piling up like anything. assignments to be due in weeks time!! lets see,&lt;br /&gt;1. marketing journals, 4 entries&lt;br /&gt;2. 3 news reports or something&lt;br /&gt;3. marketing proposal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( and i didn't know a proposal needs to be at least 50 pages long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Media and society project&lt;br /&gt;5. Logo design&lt;br /&gt;6. some brochure thing.&lt;br /&gt;7. i can't remember already....&lt;br /&gt;AHH! but it will be COOL! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school end at 1pm today, after having marketing tutorial and journalism 1 lecture. marketing tutorial was &lt;em&gt;okay. &lt;/em&gt;jared and i were laughing like mad when our tutor told us the reason behind the plaster on his chin. i know, we are mean. but its so damn funny la. we were already laughing about it yesterday when we saw him. AHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;met up with char, deb and ter after school at the library. borrowed ter's laptop with the intention of completing part of my work today.then went to compass to meet up with pc, while char and deb had their lunch at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to go through geog with pc, but ph join us soon after and we started to get distracted la. and the TPC, is such an ass. he took 89 lame photos on my phone and i had to manually delete them ONE BY ONE! that ass. =.- ohh, deb join us soon after she went home for a change of clothes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, ph, pat, ter, deb and myself were roaming cp while waiting for ky. and we were abit wild. ahahaha. especially the walk from metro to royal sporting house to converse then to 77 street. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this group of people really rocks my socks. all our laughters and stuffs! lets keep this going ok, my loves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh- hahahaha! but its only a few steps away from tp. :D&lt;br /&gt;ter- LOL! no need everyday la! only on those days we end around the same time. ((:&lt;br /&gt;jamysic- i updated!&lt;br /&gt;deb- hellooooo! ya, flavours rocks! AIRCONNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Danny- the western food is okay la. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-7996559028562523058?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/7996559028562523058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=7996559028562523058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/7996559028562523058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/7996559028562523058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-third-week-of-school-already-so.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-5730710181012850253</id><published>2007-04-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:29:37.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;school's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;lecture's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;everyday is a blast. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;been going to flavours for lunch these two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;guess our class girls don't like hot weather. heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;no tutorials this week. that means no school on thursday and friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but there's some talk show by power 98 tmr. but thats only an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-5730710181012850253?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/5730710181012850253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=5730710181012850253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5730710181012850253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5730710181012850253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/04/schools-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-4070785432898824895</id><published>2007-04-21T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:00:51.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSINESS HAS WON THE WAR.&lt;br /&gt;BUSINESS HAS WON THE WAR.&lt;br /&gt;BUSINESS HAS WON THE WAR.&lt;br /&gt;BUSINESS HAS WON THE WAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;BIZ, BIZ,BIZ, BUSINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;YAY!! three times in a row! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;next year wouldn't be exceptional though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;business will still win the war!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dragon boat race was fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;especially the close matches with school of IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but, BUSINESS STILL WON THE WAR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh, i'm so happy with my time table!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the earliest lesson on starts at 9 am in the morning. so i wouldn't be late! and i only have one day thats 9-4. the rest are all half day lessons!!!!! i think our diploma has one of the best timetable. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i'm excited about school. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-4070785432898824895?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/4070785432898824895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=4070785432898824895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4070785432898824895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/4070785432898824895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/04/business-has-won-war.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-5415001621175284179</id><published>2007-04-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:32:49.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;had a satisifying dinner!&lt;br /&gt;but that isn't the main point. the main point was that i had durian!&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i last had durian la. when all of us saw the packets of durian my dad bought we all went: DURIAN!!!! my dad even had to go out and get another 2 packets la.&lt;br /&gt;but eating durian now isn't the same as before la. last time, my dad and uncles would have gone together to but the 717 durians and come back with a huge brown bag of durians. and its really the huge brown bag la, with the flesh still in the durian husk!! then we would all place the newspaper on the floor and the whole family sit around the newspaper and start eating durian. the adults would then start opening up the durian while we just eat. hahahah. then my grandma will make us drink water from the husk saying that it prevents us from getting heaty. so all the kids will start lining up at the sink and take our turns to drink. how fun!&lt;br /&gt;finally saw becky and rachh today! its been so long since i last saw them la. thankfully we had dinner today as the girls only have masterlife on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and never watch korean movie. its super boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-5415001621175284179?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/5415001621175284179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=5415001621175284179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5415001621175284179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/5415001621175284179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/04/had-satisifying-dinner-but-that-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-6424163824063328057</id><published>2007-04-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:29:45.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;d with time at hand,i'll try to do something to my blog la.&lt;br /&gt;if not mabel will starting ranting again. ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, chalet was great. spending time with close friends, and all the laughters. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;shall not repeat the whole thing. therefore:&lt;br /&gt;for photos please visit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masaaki-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.masaaki-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for details please visit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shadowhastemetal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.shadowhastemetal.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;these few days, being slacking at home. shiok like anything.&lt;br /&gt;being catching up on alot of my tv drama. yay!! thats my main purpose of staying at home la.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm giving the movie thing a miss tmr. :(&lt;br /&gt;dinner was suppose to be on saturday lor! but my aunties decided to eat tmr as its a public holiday so everyone will be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind! western food tmr night. heheheh. plus dessert, woah, best!&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm sorry char+deb, i'll promise to go for the next outing next week? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-6424163824063328057?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/6424163824063328057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=6424163824063328057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/6424163824063328057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/6424163824063328057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-time-at-handill-try-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-117117945703398114</id><published>2007-02-11T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:41:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;just got back from baby's one month old celebration. so full now after all the catered food spread. hahaha. suppose to go shopping now la. but daddy wants to clean up the house. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;anway, i can't wait for chinese new year! all the goodies, cards and mahjong! ahahahaha. and of course, hongbaos! heheh. then i'll consider to get my ipod fixed or not. that stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ter's off to hongkong already. andhe's only coming back tmr. no one accompany on my bus ride tomorrow morning! ter! fly back now. LOL. but anyway, he owes me a present from hongkong. hahhahaha. so thats still ok. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i'm sorry that i got you into this. as i said, if you don't do well, its my fault. so i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-117117945703398114?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/117117945703398114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=117117945703398114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/117117945703398114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/117117945703398114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-got-back-from-babys-one-month-old.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-117086047305348620</id><published>2007-02-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:01:13.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nothing much today. carried 6 packets of milk to the shop. which is so heavy!&lt;br /&gt;talked on the phone with ter again while on my way there. hahha. and i was having my honey green tea with jelly as i wasn't feeling well.had a sore throat and body aches. so needed abit of that honey. the jelly was tempting me to buy and i couldn't resist. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;potatoes on friday at ter house with mabel! yay!! i miss potatoes la. its nice ok. so i'll have my fill on that day. wahahaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i saw olan today. he was on his way to work. hahha.washing cars. :D so, he couldn't talked much, just a smile. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this guy, whom i just realised was a nice guy, was so nice to chat with me while i was at the shop. and he claims that he's very particular about hygiene but has no senses of punctuality. hahaha. how nice right. but it was nice catching up with you alright! heheh. and of course, i wished you luck in the you know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-117086047305348620?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/117086047305348620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=117086047305348620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/117086047305348620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/117086047305348620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-much-today_07.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-117051147227110897</id><published>2007-02-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:04:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nothing interesting for the past week. except that becky came down to help out at the shop, so its much more fun working there. (: yay, and that also means one more person to help me with the blending. hahhahahaha. i'm serious ok, i CAN blend. LOL. anyway, its been a "high" week, with becky dancing in the shop with her songs playing whole afternoon long. and of course, we were very noisy as compared to normal. haha. dinner every night was super good. i mean, with more companion, dinner is definitely better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;went to taka today, with shijing and mabel. we finally saw each other again?! hahaha. was suppose to go look for a top for CNY, but i was late and shijing was rushing me in the morning as she was already at HG busstop, so i left the house without taking money. haha. defeats the purpose. but thankfully i had 20 bucks for my lunch. :D walked around at taka, and went to this food fair. there's was this stall that sells sweet which was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;cute. haha. mabel bought 5, and shijing bought 2 and i got 1. it wasn't really very nice, but it looks very nice. LOL. what am i saying. but thats not the main point. walked around taka and decided to have C and C at coffee bean! taka's coffee bean was so crowded that it would be a stupid decision to wait for a seat so we walked to weelock place. hahahaha. that tea break was so sinful. shoots. mabel and shijing then accompanied me to forum to meet up with my bro and mum. hahaha. so sweet right. hahaha. i know, heheh. mabel then went off for her primary school meeting while shijing went home. ohh! and mabel was so high over her dream guy. LOL. now she knows how we felt huh. but thats so over for me. right ter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;have been sending dillon to school for the past three days. took a bus with him and walked him in to school. and there were so many nice private terrance houses. its like, you know. lol, one day. hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;becky's dragging me for a run tomorrow morning. at 6:30 leh. so early. shoots. and i had fish slice bee hoon for 2 days. no fried food and 'sugared' drinks, i'm strictly following a healthy diet. ya right. LOL. wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-117051147227110897?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/117051147227110897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=117051147227110897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/117051147227110897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/117051147227110897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-interesting-for-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116996893825432525</id><published>2007-01-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:22:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;since i have the time while waiting for my drama to start, i shall blog. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;strongly recommend the korean drama my girl! its super nice!!! just started watching last week when it was already episode 13. hahaha. but its really nice! and sweet! gong-chan really waited for yoo-rin for 2 years! and even though jung-woong know its impossible for him to be with yoo-rin, he gave her his everything. just watch, its really really nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyway, was having jap food one of the night and wei loong called using shijing's hp la. the moment i answered the call he said"guess who am i " in chinese and i was laughing my ass off la. almost choked lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;olan called 2 days ago. the silly guy who always buy burgers. that silly guy got into a fight and got kick out of school. haha. then talked to shijing! it was nice catching up with each other! we shall do that again soon with mabel and char ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm going to catch the repeat episode soon. miss the front part of the show because of the stupid match between singapore and malaysia la. daddy was saying no. 11 sure balloon his kick but i told him no la, all no. 11s are good.LOL. and i was so afraid no. 7 would miss his shots la. because i have the impression that chineses are not good at soccer. hahahhahhaah. discrimination! but no. 7 is still my favourite no. memories huh. but who cares about such ass. right mabel! hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ohh and i realised how singaporeans have no sportmanship la. some of them even put up posters saying "malaysia sure to lose". wa lao. so paiseh to be a singaporean la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm off people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116996893825432525?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116996893825432525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116996893825432525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116996893825432525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116996893825432525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-i-have-time-while-waiting-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116913000583979906</id><published>2007-01-18T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:27:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/565692/SP_A0899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/984410/SP_A0899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm tired. so i'll just upload the photo as promised. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so sweet of her right!&lt;br /&gt;bballers won their first match again fuchun sec or something. yay. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and mr daddy didn't come today. lols. maybe tmr. : D&lt;br /&gt;ohh. and results show tonight! but i'm too tired to stay awake. will find someone who will watch. hahaha. nat and darren, can let both enter the finals? hard to choose neh.hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116913000583979906?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116913000583979906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116913000583979906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116913000583979906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116913000583979906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116895787503881702</id><published>2007-01-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:31:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my feet very sour!!!! only managed to sit down around 6 plus after the whole afternoon of standing. and today was the first time i mop the floor. =.- so dirty until i cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, helped a little girl in the afternoon with her mathematics. she's only primary 3! so cute! then after her mum finish work at 7-11, she wrote a thank you note for me. so sweet! but left it at the counter, and i forgot to bring it home. hahaha. nevermind will take picture of it and post it on the blog tomorrow. ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;mr daddy didn't came today. he was working. but i'll see him tomorrow! hopefully. lol. and the whole group of bballers too. most probably after their training. hahaha. then i'll laugh at boon pin and gang about their morning run around the school. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so someone wants me to put down his big name today la. apparently i didn't leave his name behind yesterday. hahaha. so i'll praise him to the top and hopefully find a girl to hook up with. then i'll have a new da sao. LOL. anyway here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;(top 5 reasons why ter is nice)&lt;br /&gt;1. he is nice,&lt;br /&gt;2. he is quite nice,&lt;br /&gt;2, he is real nice,&lt;br /&gt;3. he is very nice,&lt;br /&gt;4. he is extremely nice.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. i'm joking. ter is really really nice ok. always there to hear me scream and listen to me rant which is so irrtating at times. ( i know ok ter!) but still, he still choose to listen and let me have my way. hahahaha. every morning even accompany me on the phone so i wouldn't get bored on my way to amk leh. super nice right. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ter, i'm done. so here's your big name: TERENCE LOONG.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of my "testimonal" for you. * big smiles. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116895787503881702?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116895787503881702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116895787503881702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116895787503881702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116895787503881702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-feet-very-sour-only-managed-to-sit.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116887298719232351</id><published>2007-01-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:56:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;finally, i get to sit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;been a long day. auntie brenda decided to quit on us. so irresponsible! just a sms saying i quit and thats it. all of us were slogging our heads off and didn't really get to rest la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;netballers and bballers had training today. its nice to see juniors getting so involved in their cca unlike punggol. pathetic. anyway, netballers came around 5 plus after their run. i was surprised that they know my name la. then one of them joked: "the other amelia went for her vball tournment." haha. netballers having their north zone on thurday la. so fast! its been a year. bballers too! having their match on thursday. all the best! i sound like an andersonian. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;mr daddy came today!!!!!! he finished work early as his grandma was in hospital. hahaha! so he came over! and he's off on wednesday i think. yay!! then he shall help me fend off the so-nonsensical-guy who has nothing else better to do then coming down everyday. gives me the goosebumps. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;its amazing how people change huh. just a year ago, you could have shared a fantastic relationship regardless of its kinship, friendship or even boy-girl relationship and yet now, its as good as dust.how true were you to them, did you even bother to care. maybe to you, its nothing important. but to someone, it could be the best thing that happen to her. she could have gotten along in her own illusion. until that bite from the back. until she realised it was from someone she trust so much. the pain was double the dose. but its becaiuse of such people, i grew to be impassive. anyway, i have long grew to be immune to such things. and i'm glad i have my ever-so-easy-to-fall upon-to shijing,char and mabel to count on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;who are you. were you even a &lt;em&gt;friend&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/27925584-116887298719232351?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116887298719232351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116887298719232351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116887298719232351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116887298719232351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-i-get-to-sit_15.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116876456921225662</id><published>2007-01-14T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:49:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For the sake of &lt;strong&gt;SHIJING&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm here to update. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;right, i realised i have been very anti social, because of my uncle's shop. hahaha. sorry girls, but we will be seeing each other on friday! till then we have lots to catch up. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;work has been great. (besides reeking of oil from all the frying everyday) and ter has been constantly updating me every morning on whats happening on my way to the shop. hahaha. in return, i'll be his weather broadcast. :D met many basketballers. they used to be the regulars of the shop so amanda has been introducing every one of them. (of course they are good looking ones!) got to know many malay kids too. mostly are primary school kids who don't attend school. there's this particular girl, who is primary three this year but she never got to attend school since primary one. her dad's in jail and her mum don't even bother about her kids. i asked her if she wanted to go to school, her face lit up with a smile but told me: my mummy has no money. some of them even started smoking at such a young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm really glad i only attended jc for a day. hahaha. not that mjc isn't good, in fact its a good school, just that i think helping out at my uncle's shop was a better experience for me. haha. and of course, got to know even more people. (right ter? don't worry, you don't have to be scared. most be supportive! haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;off for a birthday party. and then work tmr which means i'll get to see people again. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116876456921225662?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116876456921225662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116876456921225662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116876456921225662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116876456921225662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-sake-of-shijing-im-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116728901178653455</id><published>2006-12-28T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:45:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll update more when i got the photos from becky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in the mean time, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;if i could have one wish, its something you can never give. i want time to turn back to the year 1990. i want back my 8 years. i want back the joy and love i had. i hate those scars. it wasn't suppose to be this way. it wasn't suppose to hurt . i want to have a child-hood just like any other child. with both the parents by their side, accompany them through their primary school years. i want to be like those kids, where church used to be a family thing. but that didn't last for me. i wished it had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm better off alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116728901178653455?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116728901178653455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116728901178653455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116728901178653455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116728901178653455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-update-more-when-i-got-photos-from.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116706181799451514</id><published>2006-12-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:09:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, This is going to be a long post for i don't-know-what-reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a season of joy and peace as we celebrate the birth of Jesus who died on the cross for the many sins we have committed. Unfortunately, Some of us feel that it is an exclusively christian holiday, holding no special meaning for them. Is it a festive occasion where kids untie their ribbons and tear off the wrapping paper, hoping the present is of what they wished of. Is it only a public holiday where couples stroll down the streets of orchard road admiring the beautiful, eye catching decorations and christmas trees stringing with colourful lights. Is the christmas season losing its real meaning for commerical purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, enough of those non-sensical stuffs. Aunty, bro and cousin was baptised today. Congrats! At least, they decided to commit themself whole heartedly something which i lack the determination to do. ( well, not the case for my bro as i don't know what got into him to make such a decision in such a short period of time without much consideration. i guessed he don't really understand the responsibilities of being a christian who have pledged their hearts to the one above. but thats he's business which i don't really care.) Anyway, i wished them well from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to have a retro night at church and i can't believed my dad just rendered my service as a waitress just to save the tickets for the others! hello, i'm suppose to be a guest isn't it? but anyway, who cares. i can't don't go either. there goes my night on the eve of new year. at least this time is spend with my cousins being waiter/waitress of the night. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised my dad is a member of CALVARY BATIIST CHURCH. ya, i was equally surprised. just that he is an inactive member. wahahaha. the pastor was saying: oh yah, i remember. regardless of active or inactive member of the church, i still sign christmas cards for all. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to malaysia with relative and cousins tomorrow. thankfully with more cars, we don't have to squeeze much but instead we can car-hop! ya right, i rather stick in my dad's car and sleep. so thats also none of my business too. but my ipod's spoilt so i don't know how i would last without music for the whole journey. rachh's bringing her hw there as she has yet to touch any of it during the holidays. most probably i'll just help her write her name. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few weeks have been rather of family-bonding time for both my mum and my dad's side. Sorry girls, for missing the wed and sat outing. but i was at ps on sat too! just that i brought my baby bro to watch charlotte web. hahahaha. and i went off for a church service at my used-to-be church. and of course, it was nice seeing those familiar faces again and not-so-familiar faces. haha. and, i didn't mean to miss the christmas countdown thing at orchard, but i couldn't take out time although i managed to at the later part of the day but i was too lazy to go down to the ever so crowded town. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and sh, you must have been so bored. but at least you had kristine and isma's company so it should be ok. my deepest apologies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of everything, i'm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116706181799451514?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116706181799451514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116706181799451514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116706181799451514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116706181799451514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-anyway-this-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116653330275035098</id><published>2006-12-19T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:01:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;long day today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;had interview in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sh couldn't make it in time with me,so  i went alone. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;found that damn place after walking for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the manager asked some stupid questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and i got selected. =.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;give some stupid excuse and went off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;actually, i wasn't interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;went to ps to meet up with pat and ph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;didn't know yh was there too. hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and i had galare!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lao pa's treat. yay! thank you lao pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ohh, and the four of us shared one small umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but lao pa was nice enough to cover my head. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but still we were still wet. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;making debbie jealous with the galare now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116653330275035098?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116653330275035098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Before i forget, photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/723493/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/921535/australia%20trip%2706%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/188569/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/458747/australia%20trip%2706%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/792243/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/810033/australia%20trip%2706%20274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/131449/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/97147/australia%20trip%2706%20170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/165023/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/374384/australia%20trip%2706%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/738612/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/387719/australia%20trip%2706%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/829398/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/44290/australia%20trip%2706%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/287195/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/692006/australia%20trip%2706%20225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/458936/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/599501/australia%20trip%2706%20231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i enjoyed myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/669301/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/697021/australia%20trip%2706%20213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did he. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/1600/459847/australia%20trip"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/2879/320/790414/australia%20trip%2706%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116590871913315937?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116590871913315937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116590871913315937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116590871913315937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116590871913315937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-i-forget-photos-i-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116568244891515674</id><published>2006-12-10T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:40:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not in the right state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;off crapping with ter again. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116568244891515674?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116568244891515674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116568244891515674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116568244891515674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116568244891515674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-in-right-state-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116558085929464843</id><published>2006-12-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:28:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm back. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to blog.whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aussie was good!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want the waterfront house!&lt;br /&gt;own yacht, own jet ski, own car with a nice porch!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i can pursue my studies there and live there!&lt;br /&gt;saaki, join me ok. hahaha. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, managed to talked to my dear!&lt;br /&gt;she left early for thailand.&lt;br /&gt;came back after i left. : (&lt;br /&gt;but we still managed to talk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet up with shijing in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;chit chat and did alot of catching up.&lt;br /&gt;then dinner at my place. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to meet the rest tmr. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;finally. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to crap with ter. : )&lt;br /&gt;much loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116558085929464843?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116558085929464843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116558085929464843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116558085929464843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116558085929464843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116219830545862450</id><published>2006-10-30T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:57:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;went for tution yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;saw 6 jailbirds.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;whats with the black and white strip tee anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;putting up a front,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;pretending everythings alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;its not worth doing so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;when there's always someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts me, to see you like this...&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/27925584-116219830545862450?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116219830545862450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116219830545862450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116219830545862450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116219830545862450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-for-tution-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116168918522787438</id><published>2006-10-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:25:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just go and don't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't wish to bother either. : )&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/27925584-116168918522787438?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116168918522787438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116168918522787438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116168918522787438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116168918522787438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-go-and-dont-look-back.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116109646599736099</id><published>2006-10-17T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:47:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;have you ever look things as a whole picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ok, thats was quite random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but have you wondered, if it was for the better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;afterall, the truth do hurt.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116109646599736099?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116109646599736099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116109646599736099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116109646599736099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116109646599736099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever-look-things-as-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116074964330851512</id><published>2006-10-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:31:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it will come true!&lt;br /&gt;it will! it will!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sleep more and dream!!&lt;br /&gt;its quality time.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;its sweet.&lt;br /&gt;so virtual, yet so real.&lt;br /&gt;[two and a half months?! LOL. JOKE.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shhh. don't say it out ok. or it wouldn't come tonight. : p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116074964330851512?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116074964330851512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116074964330851512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116074964330851512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116074964330851512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-will-come-true-it-will-it-will-im.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116040411966423786</id><published>2006-10-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:28:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thank you all, for your birthday wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;its greatly appreciated. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;one last wish: let me dream of you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a birthday isn't complete, without you with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;till then, wait for me ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;8 years ago on this date, i missed my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i was sitting in a chapel, hoping you would be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;as i seek comfort in you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;all weather and storms you shelter me from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the last hug i had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the night we said good byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116040411966423786?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116040411966423786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116040411966423786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116040411966423786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116040411966423786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-all-for-your-birthday-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-116023822473071035</id><published>2006-10-08T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:23:45.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lunched out at sakae with JCM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;satisfying meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;its worth the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[sh! you didn't join us. : ( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;walk, talk, laughed at suntec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;then dinner at marina square with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;btw, thank you shijing, char-chan and saaki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the present's really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;really! can i keep it and leave it there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;LOL. thank you girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'm really touched. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'll hold my breath until the very last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;only to fall much later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-116023822473071035?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/116023822473071035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=116023822473071035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116023822473071035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/116023822473071035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/10/lunched-out-at-sakae-with-jcm_08.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115987495785299616</id><published>2006-10-03T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:37:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;metally+ physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;what must i do to make you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;so much for faith and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;falling into a slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy, i'm trying....to be more aware of your sensativity.don't go back again. i'm tired. i wouldn't have the strength to start all over again.so much for faith and trust.i'll really let you go.&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/27925584-115987495785299616?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115987495785299616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115987495785299616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115987495785299616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115987495785299616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115954162629490918</id><published>2006-09-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:53:46.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that little damn respect left for you is down the rubbish chute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if its still important to you, go dig it up from the rubbish bin for all i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wasn't angry that you didn't get off the computer, but the fact that we agreed on something and yet, you didn't honour it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whats more, you still so full of yourself, thinking you were right, raising your voice at the top of your lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its your attitude that irks me. and it really &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so what you if are the only guy in the house, i don't give a big damn shit about it ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doesn't mean that being the only guy, you get all the attention and all the sweet things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know mama always stands up for you even when you are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even when you are obviously at fault, she always use the soft approach on you. and i mean &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even dillon don't get such treatment, you jolly well be thankfully and gratefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;instead, the blockhead you never once appreciated what mama has done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you even have the guts to raise your voice at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't deny i do too, but its because the anger really reached the top already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seriously, if i was mama, i would have long give you a stinging slap across your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so, if you were really think you are that important, i seriously think you need to go for a brain check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;btw, you have no rights to say me, for you are even &lt;strong&gt;WORSE&lt;/strong&gt; than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;what hurt me the most was you, mama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i know i was wrong to lay my hands on him first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i was already boiling then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but because of that, you condemn me even before you got the facts right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;even when you knew what happen, you didn't even tick that idiot off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;instead, you even ask me to give in to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you even blame me for not letting him have his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you make it seemed as though it was entirely my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so what if he's a boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;does that means, he is the only one entittled to scream and shout at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and yet, you didn't do anything to correct his behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yet, you still continue to let him climb over your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and you still expect me to give in to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i'm your grandchild too, dillon is your &lt;strong&gt;GRANDSON&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yet, that idiot being the worse of all, gets the best of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sometimes, even when that idiot refuse to give way to dillon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you would even ask dillon to give to that idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;in the first place, did that idiot ever did his part of being a brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;when dillon gets out of hand, you blame me for not watching him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hello?! that idiot's staring in front of the tv and i'm doing constructive work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yet, you still blamed me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;just because his a boy, does that means he deserve so much from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;even dillon knows who treats him well and who don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;why can't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;in the end, that idiot will only become worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;DON'T YOU SEE THE POINT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this isn't the first time already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and yet i'm still so bothered over such issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i swear, this is the last time i actually drop tears over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its just not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i don't need you to keep me strong, i don't need you to keep me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;give all your attention to that idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i pray he hopefully wakes up and learns how to appreciate how much you have done for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm fine, don't you worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115954162629490918?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115954162629490918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115954162629490918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115954162629490918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115954162629490918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-little-damn-respect-left-for-you_29.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115944933467320915</id><published>2006-09-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:15:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;right, i'm back to post after JCM is complaining that i hardly update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOL, its less than a week? so thats very good already. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;went to swensens today! had ice cream. ahahahahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mabel was proclaiming it is the first official JACM outing. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway, talking about JACM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friends should never feel that he/she is never on par with their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't feel guilty, don't feel apologetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there's not faults and grudges shouldn't be bore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its that what friends are for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I LOVE JACM, I LOVE MY DEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;got my prelim results back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;neither hear nor there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but still ok. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh btw, next year after Os, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; irritate me somemore, i swear i throw my cert at your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course, i love JCM, i love MY DEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115944933467320915?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115944933467320915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115944933467320915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115944933467320915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115944933467320915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/right-im-back-to-post-after-jcm-is.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115908469145277207</id><published>2006-09-24T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:14:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friday's BBQ+steamboat was fun. hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;worth the money. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but, it will be months before going back there and eat again.&lt;br /&gt;broke for the month until mummy gives me money.&lt;br /&gt;soon soon. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guys starting on  their first round.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="601" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c316/lindaang/yh.jpg" width="675" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The prawn king. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="546" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c316/lindaang/ky-1.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ky cooked majority of the prawns. he even took off the shells!! ahahas. his fingers suffered in the end. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crabs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="427" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c316/lindaang/crabs.jpg" width="679" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pat,ph and ws actually went to wash the crabs. but we didn't eat in the end. LOL. too full. : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 16 satays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="518" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c316/lindaang/ky-2.jpg" width="678" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of having a cake, we had 16 satays for ky. ahahaas. his early birthday treat. and he finished all 16 sticks up! ahahahahahas. btw, we actually sang the birthday song. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;went to forum on saturday for didi's school.&lt;br /&gt;had japanese food at genki, coffee and cake at The Coffee Connoisseur.&lt;br /&gt;went to aunty house for family dinner again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention there was a car accident friday night?&lt;br /&gt;damn it, it was so loud.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to type it all down. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, there was a man lying on the road.&lt;br /&gt;drivers should seriously learn to drive safety la.&lt;br /&gt;off for my tea break. ahahahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115908469145277207?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115908469145277207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115908469145277207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115908469145277207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115908469145277207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/fridays-bbqsteamboat-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115883076895701439</id><published>2006-09-21T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:26:09.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Breathe-Faith Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can feel the magic floating in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being with you gets me that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I watch the sunlight dance across your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i've never been this swept away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When i'm lying wrapped up in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The whole world just fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The only thing I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is the beating of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause I can feel you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's washing over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And suddenly i'm melting into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's nothing left to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, all we need is just to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caught up in the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slow and steady rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can feel you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a way I know my heart is waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As all the walls come tumbling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Closer than i've ever felt before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I know, and you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's no need for words right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause I can feel you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's washing over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And suddenly i'm melting into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's nothing left to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, all we need is just to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caught up in the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slow and steady rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can feel you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caught up in the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Slow and steady rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can feel you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just breathe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can feel the magic floating in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being with you gets me that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115883076895701439?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115883076895701439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115883076895701439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115883076895701439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115883076895701439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/breathe-faith-hill-i-can-feel-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115840772036701879</id><published>2006-09-16T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:55:20.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims.&lt;br /&gt;over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;please please, let it be quick.&lt;br /&gt;its super boring.&lt;br /&gt;imagine trying to mug just the day before. ahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, yesterday, i dreamt that i flew off a building.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the night before, i was watching this chinese drama in the past where people could fly and do kungfu moves in the air. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't thinking of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;i was actually, holding on to a rope, swinging here and there.&lt;br /&gt;i was about to reach the top of a building, apparantly, i missed, of course, i was flying to the ground. when my hands first slipped off the ropes, i was afraid la. duh. but then, suddenly, it felt&lt;br /&gt;very nice when everything was going in slow motion. hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;ok, i swear its only a dream and i have NO PLANS to actually do that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was abit straightforward in the last post.&lt;br /&gt;but glad you got the point.&lt;br /&gt;at least its easier to pick up the pieces now then in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115840772036701879?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115840772036701879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115840772036701879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115840772036701879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115840772036701879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115823653495779738</id><published>2006-09-14T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:10:59.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ms Singapore Universe runner-up, Jade Seah once quoted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"but sometimes, singaporean men just don't get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so agree with it? i mean, not all guys. but SOME guys.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really wonder if the guy just don't get it or they just don't wish to get it.&lt;br /&gt;of course, it gets irritating in the process.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;you try once, thats courageous.&lt;br /&gt;you try twice, thats determination.&lt;br /&gt;you try thrice, thats irritation.&lt;br /&gt;I mean if a girl, has tried to put the message across, accept it like a man.&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of not accepting the fact, and make the friendship between the both of even worse.&lt;br /&gt;why spoil the friendship when you have the chance to salvage it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;if things become worse one day, blame no one but yourself. [ky asked to write this. hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;for you had a choice, yet you made the wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, certain things might work for others, but that doesn't mean it will work for you.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, a guy, must have his own orginality la. don't follow the trend blindly.&lt;br /&gt;BE Azzn EAGLE NOT A SHEEP LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm happy with what i am now. ahboyboy, most study hard. at least be a rich guy in future. wahahahahas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&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/27925584-115823653495779738?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115823653495779738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115823653495779738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115823653495779738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115823653495779738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/ms-singapore-universe-runner-up-jade_14.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115764772777696608</id><published>2006-09-08T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:50:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LOVE MY DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i seriously think i got one of the best dads! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;actually, i didn't plan to sleep tonight. simply because there was this stupid lizard at the ceiling of my room. it was like right above the end of my bed la! i HATE this type of stupid things. so, i asked my dad to help me shoo it off. hahaha. actually he wanted to use my pillow at the stupid lizard la! but he didn't. hahaha. instead, he used newspaper and scare it away. the stupid thing was crawling fast for its life. finally, it went to hide behing the aircon. though it is still in the room but at least i don't see it la. so it should be fine. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, thats not the main point la. when i think back, i used to think i was super unlucky to have a dad that i found hard to communicate. but as time passed, i don't know why it got better. come to think of it, daddy did lots of stuff for me. even simply stuffs like keeping the house clean so that we wouldn't live in pigs' sty. haha. although he could easily nagg at us and ask us to do it. but he didn't. during weekends, his first piority was to get the house clean. he even wash the toilet la! how many dads actually do. :) he actually does the ironing even on weekdays after work so that we have uniform to wear the next day. super dad huh! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;everytime he goes overseas for work. i do feel something's amiss. though he don't cook but, i actually have to check if i have uniform to wear to school la. sometimes i even forget that daddy is not around and have to ask my grandma iron my uniform for me early in the morning. hahahaha. i'm spoilt i know. *winks. i guess even my grandma would rather my dad be around. so she can scoot off for a mahjong game. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its not about doing the housework. just that, these things, he wouldn't need to do it but yet, he chose to do it. although he do ask us to chip in. but things like doing the laundry, washing the dishes, mopping the house and even cleaning the toilet he do it when he is free. maybe because he don't trust us to do a good job. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;one thing i admire my dad, is he hardly complains. though my mum goes out often at night, he would still watch dillon, even when he still needs to work the next day. ok, maybe he do complain but he never lose his temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i can feel he is tired. he don't have to do all these stuff at his age now. without dillon, he could be enjoying himself more. yet, he still didn't give up. thats why, when he goes fishing, i try to help watch dillon. at least, he has time to do stuff he really likes and enjoy. His 42. he don't have to stay home after work to watch a 3 year old boy. but yet, he do. even weekends, when, the whole family goes out after lunch, he will choose to go home and clean the house up. daddy's love. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love my dad. haha. a guy who even gives in so much yet, he don't ask anything much in return. but just our family living in harmony. i think my mum is super lucky to marry such a guy la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;daddy, i want to be a daddy's girl for the rest of my life.haha. i never regret having you as my dad! can't ask for more when i practically have everything covered! appreciate every little thing you did for me. *BIG HUG&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/27925584-115764772777696608?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115764772777696608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115764772777696608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115764772777696608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115764772777696608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/loves-i-love-my-daddy-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115708560001869435</id><published>2006-09-01T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:40:11.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hurt you bad, cut you deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i feel i ain't for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i thought i understand you, but i doubt it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't deny part of me still lingers around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't deny, i'm afraid of getting hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, i'm tired. from so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let me let go-faith hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115708560001869435?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115708560001869435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115708560001869435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115708560001869435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115708560001869435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115660253431991758</id><published>2006-08-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:28:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;duper duper tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;full+ tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished tution, , met with pat, yh and ky at compass. sh, danny, ws, bl, ph met us later. headed to chinatown as the guys wanted to but shirts for the dance item. and i realised, they were so cheapskate. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then walked to bugis from CHINATOWN. thanks to patrick idea. we did find our way but legs super tired. SUPER OK!&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner. went to buckaroo for dinner. hahaha.nice food! super full. the buffalo wings. hahaha. hot! ok,ky knows. ask him why.lols.&lt;br /&gt;super tired. too lazy to move now.&lt;br /&gt;off for my telephone call. *winks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115660253431991758?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115660253431991758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115660253431991758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115660253431991758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115660253431991758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/08/duper-duper-tired-full-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115616122437861683</id><published>2006-08-21T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:53:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SELFISH BASTARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i swear i don't have such a brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;such people still can be school counsellor. got into fights in school still can be school's counsellor. please la. ST GABRIEL  SECONDARY SCHOOL open your damn eyes and choose la. what lousy sight you have. you must be blind man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh,  i forgot, st gabriel isn't any GOOD schools either. producing such ill mannered students. still say st gabriel is a BETTER school. oh please la. shut your gap. imagine being worse than punggol. ha! what a joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, by the way, this stupid guy actually ate the whole tub of ice cream without even leaving any for me. even that little bit left he still don't want to give it to me. i pray you get some sort of illness that you cannot eat cold stuffs man. and i will intentionally slowly savour and indulge in it infront of you man. selfish brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but in account that he is doing much worse than me now, i shall smile. hopefully he fail his subjects and suffer in hell for the next two years. such a bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;making a hole out of a molehill. hahaha.ok, i know i'm mean. but being so selfish for so many times, i'm being very kind already. therefore, i hereby proclaim that i have only one brother and that is DILLON SETO QI XUN! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, talking about him, my poor baby brother's having fever. aww. poor boy. but he's still very cheerful. hahaha! he's a brave boy! when he's better i promised to buy him bubble tea. haha. after promsing him that, he's beaming with joy. i'm such a good sister. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;didn't plan to post such a long one today. but oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;actually deleted all his msg. that little bit of consolation left is gone. haha. whats the point of keeping something that will never come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to be the pillar of support, not the root of  problems. seriously, there's better girls out there. i don't do housework, i don't cook. hahaha. so if you meet a better girl, just go. i'll smile, and wish you luck. since all guys can't be trusted. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115616122437861683?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115616122437861683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115616122437861683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115616122437861683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115616122437861683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/08/bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115591318624083480</id><published>2006-08-18T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:06:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hold me on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last few days, practically stayed back in school until the school's closure time. lols. been practising the dance steps and stuff. tiring! exhausted! and my whole body's aching! hahaha. but, worth it la. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;really nice to see the guys so participative. haha. i mean, you do see them trying hard to master the steps but yet still having fun. hahaha. anyway, this is the last year for us to really do something meaningful together. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last few days, was great for me. haha. ok, maybe only some do understand. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still continued to have those midnight talks with my dear at night, but was extremely tired during school hours. haha. guess i haven't really recovered from my so-lack-of-sleep sydrome. hahahaas. but still, we had fun talking and lauhing at some stupid stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have a new resolution. every friday, i'm going to catch AFV on disney channel! its so damn funny! i was laughing out loud la. even my baby brother, who was watching with me, but did not understand whats going on, laughed with me. maybe he was laughing at his sister's stupidilty. haha. ya, i know, i am stupid. hahaha. maybe i'm just slow. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh ya, i changed my url. hahaha. no longer materialistic. though i wished to be a rich tai tai, i had to forgo my dream as ............ if not...... so i need to......... or it would be impossible. hahahahaha. [ sh, get what i mean?] ok thats mean. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;actually, its more of i changed my perspective. THOUGH i still want to be a rich tai tai and enjoy life.haha. but mainly because i'm touched but that so silly-yet-[i don't know what to say] guy. hahahaha. ok maybe only a few know what i'm saying. right, JACM+sh dear? * winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as i said, i'm in a very weird mood. so i don't know what i'm actually writing. anyway, whatever.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ter: ok, i left a tag for you this time round. please stop saying i'm bias. hahaha. and stop making me laugh during the dance. i must concentrate on my partner. and you concentrate on YOUR own partner. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sh dear: sound so les, but anyway had phone laughing last fe wnights onthe phone. maybe thats the way to destress! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;JACM: now the A is in the dance as the JCM was inside already so in order for JACM to be in, the A has to go in.hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mab: today's physics period talking about dreams was so hilarious. hahaha. you should hear more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ky: we must learn to stop laughing and be more serious. hahahaha. but its so highly impossible. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never fail to make my day. i'm really afraid one day, i might not be able to reprociate your feelings. but, i'm still trying. : ) until i really do care as much as you care for me, till then, i don't want to go for a goose chase. i'm touched, i really am.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115591318624083480?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115591318624083480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115591318624083480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115591318624083480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115591318624083480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/08/hold-me-on_18.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115555036058716734</id><published>2006-08-14T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:12:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;beyond words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but unless, i do get over the old entirely, i will hurt the new. that is even more unfair and selfish of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can sense your care. i don't see any faults. thats why i will feel even more guilty if you are hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its not you, its me. clearing the air only means putting ourselves higher up on the roller coaster ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if it works out fine, we did the right thing. what if we don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know you are there. but, i'm not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you meet any one else along the way, just go, i'll be fine. i don't want to owe you that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thats the least i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115555036058716734?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115555036058716734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115555036058716734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115555036058716734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115555036058716734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/08/beyond-words.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115511207550614417</id><published>2006-08-09T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:27:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lack of sleep! yesterday, after school, went to watch lakehouse. the story line was so draggy but it was touching la. however, not to the extene of weeping. hahahaha. anyway, after that, went to find the rest at the pool area. met my long lost dar dar. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; char and deb went off to plaza sing while mab, ter, ph and ws went to lan shop. pat, yh, ky, kaser, and many many more were stil playing pool. i dunno where did sj go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;scooted off to ps to met ter they all. all of them wanted to eat while me, sh, and pat went to walk. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went for the fireworks at the esplanade after that. the train was so crowded la. hahaha. we missed a train and got up the next one. we were almost late! every one was rushing la. haha. in the end, near the road, we split. left me, ky and yh.. hahaha. although we couldn't see the fire works at the bottom, we saw those high up in the sky. it was nice. its been like years since i last saw fireworks not from the tv. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then, went to meet my family at mandarin hotel. all of them was saying they got to see the whole thing without anything blocking la. but watching with the rest was a different experience, something, i wouldn't regret doing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;had a few glasses of red wine. i realise i cannot hold my alcohol well. haha. after a  few glasses i was abit blur already. haha. the minute i got home, i hit the showers, and i knocked out. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just came back from my cousin's first month. she shaved her head bald for some religious thing. haha. now, managed to find time to blog before going to me uncle house again for dinner. i'm so tired and i haven't done my tution homework for tmr. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mab, sj: sat! another night out. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sh: nevermind la. i got the time wrong as well. we can catch it again next year? hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yh: i gave you a photo i owe you. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pat, ws: thank you for accompanying me to find my family. in the end, you all had to go home yourselves. *sorries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sotong pig: you owe me many favours hor. dunno whose the one more dumb lorhx. call you go see fireworks don't want. so UNCLE. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ky: ah boy boy, so good never go tution go see fireworks with us. hahaha. *winks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still have many more, i have yet to remember. ahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i realised i didn't lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115511207550614417?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115511207550614417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115511207550614417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115511207550614417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115511207550614417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115478091396762692</id><published>2006-08-05T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:32:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think i lost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went for tution today. i couldn't concentrate la. my brain was shut off. haha. Made my way to forum after tution. baby bro having school there and i had a sudden crave for sushi so went to meet my mum to eat gengki sushi.haha. nice lunch. btw, it was already 3pm when i reach forum so i couldn't eat my dinner just now. the taste of beef kimchi soup is still tingling in my mouth la. haha. met boon pin on my way there. haha. exchange greetings then parted. i was rushing to forum la, my stomach growling from hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to esprit after that. bought 2 tops. 90 bucks la. felt the pinch though i didn't pay for it. haha. anyway, thank you mummy, and popo. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to pick my bro up at 5:30. the teacher was telling us about dillon in class. apparently, today, the school was teaching the kids about the beach. so, there was a picture of a beach ball. so, the teacher asked the students "what is this?". all of them said, "ball!" but my bro said, " no! is basketball." haha. so cute! must be his sister's teaching! hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you are feeling down, neither here nor there. No matter what we say, the people who has the greatest impact on you is your parents. i'm sorry i couldn't reply you when you smsed me. but i replied at 4 plus in the morning when i woke up for the toilet la. then i called you, smsed you the next day. at least, return the calls la. duh. even friends, do get worried. what if you jump off the building or something? haha. joking.&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/27925584-115478091396762692?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115478091396762692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115478091396762692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115478091396762692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115478091396762692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-i-lost-you.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115434507056214621</id><published>2006-07-31T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:24:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i passed the 29th without any mishap. hahaha. guess, the bad luck befalling on that date is gone. hahaha. anyway, updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went for tution in the afternoon. supposed to be in the morning at 8am! thankfully, debbie change it. then went for family outing. took the train all the way to farrer park and walked all the way to civil service club. thankfully, it wasn't that far. ha.actually, i only wanted to have dinner with them so while they were bowling, i was watching virtues of harmony. hahaha. then i realised, the dinner's only catered for the parents. what the! so in the end, i bowled. i bowled like shit. practically, helping them clean the drains. haha. never hit any score high then 100. haha. its been months since i last played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me.ariela.hede.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c316/lindaang/littlekiddos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, i didn't lost to them. haha. only lost to jayne and the two boys. one of them is my cousin joe, the other is the well known good-for-nothing, bryan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pool! me.joe.jayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c316/lindaang/poolpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between bowling, we had a game of pool! i won! by one ball. haha. but i still won. * winks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to church with mabel. haha. maybe going again? haha. anyway, went for lunch with mabel's family. so paiseh la. then went to ps with church friends. they wanted to go lan shop but i didn't go. haha. went to meet sh at kovan instead. tired of repeating the same story, so pls goth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xinqing-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.xinqing-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; to see what happen next. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thats all peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its fading isn't it? yeah. i know. i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115434507056214621?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115434507056214621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115434507056214621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115434507056214621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115434507056214621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/07/thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115400799949985681</id><published>2006-07-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:46:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know i'm not being fair. but, if things don't work out right, the person getting real hurt is you. i don't want this to happen. In the end, the person whose affected most is you. Then, its even unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let things be what they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115400799949985681?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115400799949985681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115400799949985681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115400799949985681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115400799949985681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115374637031468649</id><published>2006-07-24T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:48:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hereby declare i have been too lazy recently. haha. lots of things happen, but too lazy to pen it done.&lt;br /&gt;right lets see what i have been up too...I really can't remember in sequence, so lets just name it.&lt;br /&gt;1. I torn charlene's shirt after some thai boxing, or self defence thing.&lt;br /&gt;2.Went to orchard to give my undying support for mabel's church band. i was out the whole day on saturday la. after tution, went to kovan meet that mab, catch the 3pm and 7 pm performance. only reached home at 9plus la. exhausted. drained mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;3.Had a nice satisfying sleep on saturday night. knocked out at 10 and only woke up at 11 plus the next morning. i was so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tearing some stupid voucher that expire today which i haven't even use.&lt;br /&gt;5. I had delifrance baguette for lunch and dinner on saturday. can you believe it? so much carbohydrate. shit.&lt;br /&gt;6.I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;7.I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;8.I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY CAN"T REMEMBER.forget it.&lt;br /&gt;This few days, really don't know what i'm thinking. well, is there such things as jinx in this world? I mean, when things are going smoothly for you, its the opposite for the other regardless of your other half or just your good friends. I mean, it is too much of a coincidence. isn't it? well, and it has been happening for years. guess i'm really jinxed isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this is one of the most important time where i should be like the others, studying to the maximum point, but hey, i am so not doing it. haha. instead, i have been thinking about irrelevant stuffs. thinking about how the heart fathom and stuff. ok its lame. i know, but can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;my right eye's twitching these few days. nothing good's happening, what if its something bad? also, these few days, i feel so weird la. i don't know how to explain. but its just weird.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid, i will fall back to where i climb up from.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid, i will lose all my dears right now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid, one day, i will be back to square one and experience all the downs of life one of my close gurl is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid one day, this lucky charm will be gone. i don't know, why, but it just feel so weird. A feeling inside i just can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;i think, i am slowly getting less affected by him. maybe because of a particular someone. a person who has been there for me, guiding me. i don't know what, but my institution's telling me something i again can't explain. Its not that i don't want to acknowledge it. But i don't know if the night we talk was really from the inner soul or just a stupid joke to laugh it off. I don't want to make such a mistake. most importantly, I don't want to hurt someone else when i am not ready. I do still feel something for him, but i believe it is slowly fading away. I really don't want this to haunt me and bring me done. i done so much just to be able to stand where i am today. I don't want to hold on to something thats wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's really getting on with his life, and i should jolly well do so too. I made it this far, turning back now again seems nonsensical. but well, the heart is hard to fathom.&lt;br /&gt;I went to be independent. being dependent on someone isn't that good. sitting those stupid roller coaster ride, lifting myself up high and then plunge myself to the group is really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm thinking of all these. actually, i was even't thinking la. but i don't know why these thoughts just flow by like i just turn on the tap of thoughts. Its driving me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't explain!&lt;br /&gt;god, i pray you will guide me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115374637031468649?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115374637031468649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115374637031468649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115374637031468649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115374637031468649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/07/complex.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115226967140769315</id><published>2006-07-07T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:21:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right. i'm so exhausted now. been so busy for the week. busy with homework, homework and homework! ahh!!!but of course, i'm enjoying myself with my many dears! haha.&lt;br /&gt;so pissed off by someone recently la. but, as a considerate person, i will not mention person A name. i'm sooo kind hearted. haha. anyway, don't wish to talk about what happened, instead i'll leave A a msg. hoping it will wake A up!&lt;br /&gt;A: sometimes, when ppl don't point out mistakes or voice theirs grudges, it doesn't mean you can do it your way. i respected you by not saying it upfront but it doesn't mean you can go overboard. although i don't spell it out, i'm sure you know what you have being up to. if you can't do something just say it. don't give excuses. in the end, someone else who is up to the job will.&lt;br /&gt;right.unhappiness voiced out. control-alt-delete. not going to talk about the past but if you do irritate me again, i don't mind not having such a person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh: forget about that class mate la. you know after he knows ahem, he's learning ahem attitude. haha. thats why both of them clicks! 13th july! ahahahahaha!! *winks+loves.&lt;br /&gt;mabs: ahahas. tmr tmr!*big hug+loves.&lt;br /&gt;jing: my les mate,staying happy. you always have the les-company around! ahahas. *loves.&lt;br /&gt;char: now i know who's the really nut! wahahas! *loves.&lt;br /&gt;kris: siao za bor. everywhere also injuried. hahaha. take care worhs! *loves.&lt;br /&gt;ky: you also takkarie arhx.weakling. always fall sick. had a nice, loooooonngggg, entertaining, fun, enjoyable, refreshing... talk with you. haha. but next time don't talk till so late. in case you know, hear something else? haha. i have really grown up ok, a_ nt _ _. wouldn't spell it out. * hug!&lt;br /&gt;yh:bastard! stop bugging me to update! i'm not as free as you! *slaps. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;if you remember this date, imu. but, you will never know as you never cared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115226967140769315?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115226967140769315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115226967140769315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115226967140769315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115226967140769315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115061965684272920</id><published>2006-06-18T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:23:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it couldn't be better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right. yesterday. our dear gurls went for a 30 hour netball marathon. haha. and they completed it. so mabel, chew ling and me went down to show our moral support. wahahas. but their timing for the games are like so weird la. in the end, we went there to pass time. mabel and i were so bored la. we went to starbucks, sit, eat, talk then we went walking all around plaza sing. it was so super duper BORING. but, it was fun hanging around with mabel!!! wahahas.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night, i must be out of my mind. i actually watched the world cup. ahahas. but it was fun la, shouting goal! with family. hahaas. ghanas was good ok! haha. although they were blacks, but they did it. poor czech, fight so hard but still lost. hahaha. anyway, Cristiano Ronaldo look so much more better now la!! actually, marrying a soccer play isn't that bad after all. they retire early, but yet have a hefty sum of money earn. wahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabel- i had fun yesterday too! can't wait for monday. wahahahas. later!&lt;br /&gt;ah boy boy- LOL. can play pangya means better le la. haha. still, drink plenty of water. and thanks for entertaining me on the phone on my way back home. so in return, i updated you. wahahas. i'm good right? * winks&lt;br /&gt;sh- my dear girl, rest more. its the fun you all have that matters. haha. sleep more! replenish you lack of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;faris- my dear, don't work so hard. haha. if time permits, i'll try to catch your match ok!&lt;br /&gt;qiwei-poor uncle. stuck in camp. hahaha. anyway, takkarie. haha. don't worry, i wounldn't miss you. wahahaas! joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-115061965684272920?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115061965684272920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115061965684272920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115061965684272920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115061965684272920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-couldnt-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-115028300944614395</id><published>2006-06-14T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:24:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;wouldn't it be nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wouldn't it be nice if we could turn back the clock to the time we want?&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice if schools over, and we need not go back to school?&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice if Os over , and we have no homework to do?&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice if your brain is like a computer where you could cut and paste information? [if i could, i would have copy and paste all the textbooks theory in and click the delete buttons once Os are over. *winks*]&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice if you could fast forward time?&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice..........&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on... haha. i mean isn't life so much better if things could be better. well, maybe the thought of me not yet touching my homework is giving me the jitters. wahahas. but, who cares. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da gor: i'll go eat with you one day ok! on that day you already have people accompany you mah, so i don't want to pang seh others. if i had gone with you, then i'm no different ..lalalal..shouldn't say anymore. wahahas. [sh, get what i mean?]&lt;br /&gt;sh: my dear girl, please drink more water and rest more. haha. maybe too much blowing of air con there. haha. nice outing!! we should go out again. and happy one month. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;ah boy boy: i not so xiao qi la. since you entertain me at night when i can't sleep, jiu ruo le ni. haha.da ren you da liang!ahahas. so i'm not xiao qi ok! and at least, you bothered to call back. i was surprised actually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;faris: my dear, haha. forget the old and the new will come. haha! there are many other emelias out there. takkarie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things have been changing since last time, even people are. you are, even me. but one thing between you and me will never change...&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/27925584-115028300944614395?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/115028300944614395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=115028300944614395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115028300944614395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/115028300944614395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/06/wouldnt-it-be-nice-wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114951519380914445</id><published>2006-06-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:24:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sweet memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went blade-ing today. finally! after so long. managed to touch the blades again. yaya! somehow, semmed like i have forgot how to blade. but soon, got the hang of it. haha. the slope down was fun. pick up that bit of courage, and roll down the slope. feel the wind as you continue to glide endlessly. nice feeling. how i wish life just goes on like this..&lt;br /&gt;brandon, kangyan, kaserin, kah ray, pehhong, shijing, surin, terence, wei sheng, yuan hong went along too. poor kang yan fall down many times. now his palms turning red. hahaha. shi jing had a nasty fall. but well, no pains no gains. at least she was strong to continue blade-ing! going to master the technique of turning because it almost made me fall many times because of that!!!&lt;br /&gt;today, blade past many routes. blade past the shop where we used to buy drinks. still remember how we blade up and down the slope, and how you would stand at the grass ready to hold me when i was going to fall. blade past the route where you used to fall and how you gotyour pants all wet. we were trying to scare each other. obviously, you fell for it, lost your balance and fell into a puddle of water. haha. blade past the turn in to the rental shop, where we were double blading and fell together. you rather you fall badly then me, but in the end, we both fell together. just that my fall wasn't that bad. blade past the benches, where we used to sit there in the night, enjoying the breeze. blade past the route where we walk hand in hand, to the cliff, waiting for the sun to rise. all these could only be part of my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;boy, it only you were the one holding my hand.... double blade-ing no longer have to feelings it once brought about without you. something seems to be amiss, as i blade. down the route, pictures of you keep flashing by.. do you still remember&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114951519380914445?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114951519380914445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114951519380914445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114951519380914445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114951519380914445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweet-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114874974337826561</id><published>2006-05-28T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:12:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How Vulnerable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm just like a fallen leaf from a tree. so dried up, so vulnerable. wherever the wind blows, i just drift. i lost my pillar of support, i lost the companion of my other leaves, most importantly, i lost the branch that once held on to me, allowing me to be part of the tree. now, this branch decided to refocus, and hold on to other leaves which seems more important then this leaf of me. but, there's nothing this leaf can do, all the leaves wants the attention of the branch, and this branch, can choose which leaf he prefers. no matter how hard this leaf tries, this leaf will snapped its stem one day when it lose the support of the branch. this leaf soon lands on the ground, away from the branch, no longer part of the tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;i came across this passage in a book i was reading.&lt;br /&gt;"the problem with the heart is how it can have so many opposite feelings coursing through it at the same time. It's really an inconsistent thing-appreciating something one minute, hating it at the next."&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it sound so true. the heart can certainly have different types of feeling over one matter .your head whirling, your mind full of thoughts. i do have an fantastic image of him which seems so clear, yet so fragile. in the past, this image seemed so clear, so powerful. powerful in the sense that it gave me strength to move on when things don't seem to go right. this image carrys hope and dreams which i pray everynight hoping it would come true. this image gave me the strength to carry on.now, i see cracks on this fragile image. cracks that spoiled the whole picture,cracks that no longer allowed a clear image, cracks that made this image seem so imperfect. the image turned from a beautiful glass picture, bringing about strength,to bits and pieces of shattered glass, that brought about tears, and cuts. the cuts it had inflicted on, had cut of the cords. i could no longer be dependent on him. no longer. this knife stabbed me deep. where blood gashed out till it went dry. but this knife didn't took me by surprise. i had it coming. i allowed it to stab me hard. i thought i could handle the pain but i couldn't. my denial made it worse. i should have accepted it long ago, but until now, i have yet to believe it until i see it with my own eyes. i guess i will only know how hot the fire is until i have played with it.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;was out with my aunt yesterday and the whole of today. stayed over at her place and went shopping with her the whole of today. but even though i was there physically with her, my mind wasn't. it has been out of place this few days, pondering about my life in the past. although i put on a smile for her, but, my heart was crying in pain. i miss you like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;boy, i miss you like shit. yet i still need you thoughyou hurt me bad. i'll always remember what you promise me on the 29th of jan. and i hope one day, you will continue what you had promise. till then,ilu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114874974337826561?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114874974337826561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114874974337826561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114874974337826561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114874974337826561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-vulnerable.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114863548525724470</id><published>2006-05-26T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:24:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate you! why make me cry for you.. maybe your reason about us going separate ways isn't true! maybe you weren't whole hearted at all. it was me thinknig too much. FINE. guess the only person that makes you smile on your birthday isn't me. but someone else you would rather embrace.&lt;br /&gt;anway, my index number for Os is 7. 7? yes,7. 7 of jan, where memories of you and i start. i believe in fate now. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114863548525724470?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114863548525724470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114863548525724470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114863548525724470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114863548525724470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114854253405073132</id><published>2006-05-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:35:34.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;hate this feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i didn't go to school today again. haha. sorry people but school's really boring! although its for our own good, although chinese Os coming and school's preparing us for it, but its so so boring! whatsmore i haven't been sleeping properly lately so the headache killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just made another resolution. next time, i will only go to a polyclinic rather then private doctors. it is so much more cheaper la! and the medicine. woah, you should see. just a mere 70 cents for such a big packet. its so damn worth it la. as though medicine are free! can last me for many many years la. haha. and a 2 day mc! thats the best of it man! good doctor! or by the way, he's name is DR FOO JONG HIANG. haha.&lt;br /&gt;this few days, thoughts of him keep flowing back. keeping thinking of how's its like if i was still with him. but yet, these dreams was being torn by reality. i so hate this feeling la!&lt;br /&gt;really like emest's post on monday. what are emotions? whats your life all about? didn't know he was so  intellectual. haha. what he said was so true, and left me pondering about my life too. great job emest. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;boy, if only you know how i feel. if only you know how much i care for you. if only you know how hurt i am by you. but, you will never know. whatsmore, you wouldn't even see my msg for you here. even if you do, will you even care? maybe this are nothing for you. but it means a great deal for me. if only you know!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114854253405073132?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114854253405073132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114854253405073132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114854253405073132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114854253405073132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114838601567959809</id><published>2006-05-23T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:14:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;good for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know you all want the best for me. I know you all want me to move on. but hey, its not that i don't want to move on. i just want to let it fade off slowly. at least it wouldn't come back haunting me. i appreciate your concern, but the more you say the bad of him, the more i side him, the more i want to be with him. i don't want him to be alone.i don't want him to stand alone. at least, he still have me, even as a friend. do you understand? i know you will say i'm dumb. i know, you all want to give me your own advice and want me listen to you. but are you so sure that i'll never leave to regret?are you so sure that thats the best way out of me. you will never NEVER know, for i don't even know it myself! things can't be judge just by the surface but more of the content.if i don't even know the content myself, how would you know. but whatever it is, i make my own decision. for the decisions i make, i have only myself to blame in the future, it would not be the fault of anyone of you. and thats what i want. i don't want to blame anyone of you in the near future. at least, if things go haywire, i know i have only myself to blame, as i made my own decision. for the decision made by the heart, will not let me regret as much as being rational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really appreciate your concern and advice. REALLY. but what you are doing might not be right. and i can't feel anymore worse, so STOP HARPING ON IT! it really isn't helping. i just need you to stick with me and just let me yak on and on, and let everything thats hurting me go. i'm already numb to this pain so please don't let this feeling go on and on. so, what you are doing isn't really helping! i'm swearing my guts off.&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, this post is not intended writing for anyone! IT IS NOT MEANT FOR ANYONE IN PARTICULAR. so please please don't blame yourself. its really not you, but myself for feeling this way and let you all affect me. i'm really not blaming anyone and THIS IS THEREFORE NOT TYPED FOR ANYONE OF YOU IN MIND. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;almost of the verge of breaking down. more like i had already. all the tears i accumulated found its way down and its pouring like its never rain before. so stop irritating me, i'll slaughter you off since i'm better off without people like you. and i mean i will really slaughter you off if that makes me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114838601567959809?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114838601567959809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#999900;"&gt;I still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;songs really describe one's feeling. right now, backstreet boys, i still, says everything i'm feeling now. enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;boy, if only you knew how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you now&lt;br /&gt;Are you still the same or did you change somehow&lt;br /&gt;What do you do&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m looking back&lt;br /&gt;How we were young and stupid&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember now&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I fight it&lt;br /&gt;Can’t deny it&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need you&lt;br /&gt;I still care about you&lt;br /&gt;Though everythings been said and done&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you like I'm right beside you&lt;br /&gt;There's still no word from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at me&lt;br /&gt;Instead of moving on, I refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;That I keep coming back&lt;br /&gt;And I’m stuck in the moment&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't meant to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to fight it&lt;br /&gt;Can’t deny it&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need you&lt;br /&gt;I still care about you&lt;br /&gt;Though everythings been said and done&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you like I'm right beside you&lt;br /&gt;There's still no word from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could find you&lt;br /&gt;Just like you found me&lt;br /&gt;That I, will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though everything's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you&lt;br /&gt;Like I’m right beside you&lt;br /&gt;There's still no word from you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114820209359844669?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114820209359844669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114820209359844669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114820209359844669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114820209359844669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-still_21.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114815351865489166</id><published>2006-05-21T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:46:58.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a lie from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its 3:10 am now! and i can't get to sleep. haha. i don't know why. just keep thinking. well, it wasn't actually thinking, thoughts just flow by, making me stop and ponder about it. this few days, really don't know how to react, but i'm still able to contol my mood and not let it go wild. ^^ big feat isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i konw at this stage, i brought things upon myself. if i wasn't so stubborn, if i had really let you go, if i don't think of you anymore, if you stop occupying somewhere in my heart, maybe i wouldn't have been what i am now. getting myself upset over slightest stuff, making myself worrried for your every actions, putting myself at ease when you are doing well, faking a smile just to not let you know i'm hurt. but this time round, i can't put on that smile anymore. everything of me is shattered la. heart, hope, dreams. although it was only a guess, but it seemed so true. maybe since the beginning, it was a lie, maybe all this while, i was leading myself into a lala land. maybe you really wasn't wholehearted at all. even though out of a 100 people, 100 people ask me not to be so silly, i don't know why i'm still hurt by your actions. i don't know why i'm letting people worthy of me go. even though everything seems the truth, but you denying everything, making me bluff myself that i was over reacting. maybe you really don't need me. i hate you! but yet.. haix. if what i guess was true, and you are really happy with her, then nevermind. take me as transparent. since i brought this upon myself. but if really think you did wrong, its okae, i never once blame you from the start. for you are you.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, since i decided to be with you, i have gotten myself on a roller coaster ride that is never ending. maybe things didn't work out well, was my fault for not being understanding and giving you pressure. maybe i was the one giving you a headache.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the promise you made on the 29 of jan 2006 at 00:42, you can take it back. for promises are meant to be broken. although that night the joy i had was overwhelming, but as long as you are happy, that joy is still part of my memory. and whenever i think of you, i can feel that joy still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;boy: i don't blame you, but can you pls go eat shit? haha joking. but if you are really happy this way, guess, i'll smile for you. sorry for giving you pressure, sorry for making your life so miserable when you are with me. and thank you, for once making my life full of joy, giving me memories that never fail to make me smile. please don't say that you are alone, for i'll always stand by you regardless of rain or shine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114815351865489166?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114815351865489166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114815351865489166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114815351865489166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114815351865489166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/lie-from-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114803655940086581</id><published>2006-05-19T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:19:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Let them die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being kind hearted, never brings you far. in the long run, you will only live for yourself in this cold world. if you want to survive in this world, you have to count on yourself. for this world only consist of yourself, yours and you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yet, i can't seem to stop helping you. even helping you find songs, taking away my sleep, i gladly obliged. what can i say, i'm blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;the wish seems impossible, but yet, dreams do come true, i pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114803655940086581?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114803655940086581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114803655940086581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114803655940086581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114803655940086581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/let-them-die.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114795397088892096</id><published>2006-05-18T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:03:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;inhumane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed. no matter how hard i tried to be inhumane, how hard i try not to let feelings overrule me. no matter how i say that only material gains affect me now, i still can't brush aside my feelings for you. my heart still aches when i see you. the times we shared always seems to surface. its hard forgetting you. it hurts to forget you. i don't want to forget yet cause i need you still. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;boy, tell me you do feel the same too. ilu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114795397088892096?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114795397088892096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114795397088892096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rather than affairs of the heart. isn't that good, save the tears, save the heart breaks. but dies the life of one.&lt;br /&gt;i'm better off dead without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114760648769350112?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114760648769350112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114760648769350112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114760648769350112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114760648769350112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/materialistic.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114735841657371563</id><published>2006-05-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:40:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think i am suffering from same sleep disorder.haha. even with 8 hours of sleep, it is still not enough. haha. whatevers. i off for my sleep soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. woudldn't be updating often. too lazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you really pushing yourself, kinda happy yet worried for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;boy:everyone's  telling me to move on.. but yet, i'm still holding on. i know i'm silly. haha. but i can't help you. hope one day, you have the courage to overcome yourself. till then, takkarie.imu.lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735841657371563?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735841657371563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735841657371563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735841657371563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735841657371563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114735404072075720</id><published>2006-05-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:18:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;thoughts running wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAZY TO UPDATE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you running in my head again. sigh. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735404072075720?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735404072075720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735404072075720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735404072075720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735404072075720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/thoughts-running-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114735401482542093</id><published>2006-05-11T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:17:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today suppose to have tution. don't know what happen, but don't have. went to compass at 10am, sms debbie, she didn't reply. so called her house. her mother pick up the phone and told me she was sleeping!!! then she sms me say no tution, ms tan did not sms her. haha. and i still pull myself out of bed at 9:30am. whatever. bought breakfast, took bus back home. waste my precious morning of sleep!!! had i known earlier, i could have slept later last noght, the ncan watch more tv. :(&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's physics and geog. its 16 more hours to the paper, and i'm still not even started proper revision. don't know whats wrong with me. haha. and da gor's nagging. haha. so tomorrow's paper, it wouldn't be surprising to be a blank to me. haha. tonight going for dinner at airport. dad flying off, need to celebrate mother's day and bro's birthday. there goes, my time for the night. haha. no tv! so for phyics and geog, a big fat WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;dreams do come true! right siew hong? haha. dreams really do come true. of course, it has to be realistic la. how nice, if all dreams come true instantly. thats why, sleep more, more dreams.more inspiration for compo writing man. haha. wouldn't it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;jovian- sorry guy. to lazy to get out of house.. maybe another day during the weekedays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;siewhong-dreams do come true k!&lt;br /&gt;da gor- sorry da gor! guess can't help it that i'm lazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at you, prepared for the exams. happy for you. still remember how we mug for geography last year over the night.but well, hope it wouldn't be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;boy:really happy for you. guess you are really better off without me. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735401482542093?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735401482542093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735401482542093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735401482542093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735401482542093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/whatever_11.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114735392273889625</id><published>2006-05-11T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:17:14.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rest and Relax year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be at home today and study. but wells, didn't complete anything. sleep, eat, watch tv, swim anything but study. hahaas. guess this mid year, well, not going to think about it. as expected, so not going to pin false hopes. haha. physics and geog paper, well, i'll try la.&lt;br /&gt;went studying with mabel, chewling, siewhong, jovian yesrerday. suppose to be at compass point, but in the end went to hougang green. haha. compass point was so damn crowded la. so many students flocking over there. guess many schools were polling centers so all of them had to be out of school by 1pm. it was llike chinatown la. so crowded. it was as if it had no aircon. even pizza hut had a long qenue la. so imagine normal fastfood resturants. and it was so so noisy! so went hougang green macdonalds. waited for jovian for like so long in compass, but stomach was growling like mad! hungry like anything. so when they reach compass, we took a bus to hougang green. thankfully, there wasn't much ppl. and the air con was much cooler! haha. but the food definitely not as good as airport.the burger, the fries.. there i go again... haha. did physics with mabel, only did 2o mcqs. haha. then went to walk around with mabel. for our well deserved break. haha. then jovian need to go for his poa study with mr chua so he sms me say he's leaving and don't shop to much, bad for health. hey is not ok!! then went back to mac, in the end, we were talked until 5plus, didn't study la. haha. accomapnied mabel to wait for her bus, and she was telling me how her chicks died. she indirectly drowned them and throw them into the rubbish bin!!!! cruel mabel!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, having tution in the morning, and i'm still awake now. haha. then at night having dinner again. with family for mother's day and bro's birthday at the airport cause dad flying off tmr. haha. jovian asked me want to study at compass tmr. haix, sorry guy, don't think i can make it. haha. another day perharps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember the days at the chalet. i guess, people found out then, maybe they werren't supportive then. but we still had each other. though we tried to be secretive, not to be to obvious but i guess we still failed. the glances we exchange, the first time you held my hand. the many times we walk to the beach. the time we lie on the poncho and watch the stars at the beach. the night we spent at the beach.sitting at the bench with debbie, patrick,peh hong. the time when i was so sleepy, and fell asleep on your shoulder.the times you hug me tight when i was feeling cold, the time we watch the sunrise together, the time we wait for the sun to rise at the cliff. i hold these dearly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;boy, it was so sweet then. when you really didn't mind anything but only care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735392273889625?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735392273889625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735392273889625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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that bad. at least, not a D7.haha. next, geography and physics.PHYSICS, haix. praying, hoping. at least a B4. haha. geography, don't want to disappoint myself, at least, thats something, i understand.well.&lt;br /&gt;Still remember last year, end-of -year, examinations. before geography paper, we were up till 11 plus in the night, talking on the phone about geography. doing our revision together. we talk, we laugh, we discuss. Thats why, i always wanted to do well in geog. it was something that brought us close. i couldn't help but thinking, you could be in the same examination hall with me, doing the same papers, scribbling to the last minute. well, i guess this is what you meant by pressure. now, i just pray for you, hoping you weren't be disppointed in yourself on the 15th of may. i know you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember we went blading together. often scooted off from the group and double blade. we held hands, and you pulled me along. i was lazy to blade, but still you pulled me on. it was fun. the many tricks you tried, the many turns you made, the many times you fall. the time you fell and got your pants wet, the time we turned at the corner back to the rental shop and fall but yet you hold me on, you rather you fall badly then me..the laughter we shared, the fun we had. sweet memories. the sweat we perspire, gotten ourselves all wet. it was the sweetest memories. we shared the joy, with nothing holding us back. you didn't care what others said, you didn't care what others felt. wasn't it wonderful then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;boy: really worried for you nowadays. pushing yourself to the extreme. boy, pls takkarie. it hurts seeing the tired you. it hurts seeing. you brush aside your own feelings and not bother about yourself. pls, takkarie.à¸‰à¸±à¸™à¸£à¸±à¸à¸„à¸¸à¸“.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735381031147208?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735381031147208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735381031147208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735381031147208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735381031147208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-name-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114735374467953805</id><published>2006-05-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:15:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I....&lt;br /&gt;i never once look down on you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;i know you will make it somehow,&lt;br /&gt;even though it seems not anything now.&lt;br /&gt;i will be here for you,&lt;br /&gt;even when everything seems to fail&lt;br /&gt;.i believe destiny will bring us back together,&lt;br /&gt;where we will never leave each other ever.&lt;br /&gt;i know we will be together again,&lt;br /&gt;my hope hasn't gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;we will stay in each others arms,&lt;br /&gt;with our hearts beating as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's english paper. yay. at least thats the only paper i go in with a light heart. haha. don't know whats with me recently. keeping forgetting stuffs. having short term memory. *shruggs* whatever.&lt;br /&gt;next few weeks, full of exams. haha. and i haven't even start to revise. well done! walk in to the examination hall with a heavy heart, only to leave the hall with an even heavier heart. haha. i'll make it some how. just hoping you were walking with me through this difficult time. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started on the 14th of november, we made our promise. those days were MEMORABLE. people didn't know, we were underwraps.when he went for camp, we talk on the phone at night. when his sir saw him on his phone, i was his mum. [haha]. when his friends saw him talking, i was a girl from other schools. those days were fun. at least, i thought i know him well then. he shared with me his day, yet i was on the other line, smiling. smiling, he had another wonderful day. smiling, he was happy with himself then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;boy: time flies, we went our separate ways now. it hurts. even till now. although things have changed, my heart haven't. and i hope, you do feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735374467953805?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735374467953805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735374467953805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735374467953805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735374467953805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114735363391558984</id><published>2006-05-11T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:14:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got the song in. thanks emest! the songs explains what i am feeling now. wonderful. background colour still figuring it out. will get it done another day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;starting not to understand him more and more. used to think i know him well, but this few days, its starting to change. i'm starting to question if your reason was really studies. maybe what the rest said were real after all. maybe you weren't once wholehearted. maybe this whole while, it was just a dream. but it seems so real. your promises, your care, it seemed so real.&lt;br /&gt;remember your promise on 29 jan, i hold it near to my heart. when times weren't smooth, i use that to console myself. i prayed things will become better. it did in the beginninng. but soon, it didn't.i promised ky i wouldn't think about him anymore. i promise him, i wouldn't care for him anymore. but it seem so mission impossible. maybe one day, when i paint the whole picture of he and me out, i will forget him. i will get on with my life. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735363391558984?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735363391558984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735363391558984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735363391558984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735363391558984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-song-in.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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-27925584.post-114735356857131993</id><published>2006-05-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:13:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whatever. i'll get this blog done another day.haha.just too lazy. thai students, went back last saturday. great people. didn't get to know them all though. pity.really need to get myself started with school work.exams coming, o level chinese drawing near, but still, where's the disipline? *shruggs*&lt;br /&gt;ONE month and ONE day. the past month has been horrible. trying to pretend i'm fine , but its been torturous. seing you happy without me, its worth in in the end. you claim that you wanted me to focus on my studies.but yet, its not helping. what i need most now is you.walking down the road with me. but this hope seems so dim.many people telling me why i am so silly. why am i still waiting for such a guy. even i don't have the answer. why are you making me worry so much for you? who are you making me so head over heels with you?maybe is just you, just you.&lt;br /&gt;29jan,the night you promise me i never once forget, the promise you made, the hope you given me, the strength for me to go on.29 march,the night you broke the promise.the hurt you brought, the hope you shatter, the strength you took back.i guess not only you do put on a mask. even i start too. putting on a brave front, not to let you worry. asking about you.hoping you are getting on fine,yet not wanting you to know i care. putting on the smile, like i'm better off without you.its tiring me out.i don't know how long i can hold on.people say its impossible for love to rekindle. people say its silly to wait for such a guy like you, but still, i can't talk myself round. clinging on to that little glimpse of hope , only to fall further. i need you still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27925584-114735356857131993?l=ame--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/feeds/114735356857131993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27925584&amp;postID=114735356857131993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735356857131993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27925584/posts/default/114735356857131993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ame--.blogspot.com/2006/05/whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>faders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10283251912086590314</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>
